Changes made

Hopefully, my blog no longer looks like a drug-induced haze of purple polka dots, so you all can continue reading my ramblings.  Not that there has been much to read as of late.  I could give you a host of excuses, but I won't bore you any further.
My sinuses are acting up from being outside all weekend.  We had Campmeeting (link for whole label), oh boy.  Usually, I have fun, but not so much this year.  Probably because I can no longer go eat, drink, and be merry.  I was really worried about how Jake would handle everything.  He hated it.  I'm guessing he was just completely overwhelmed by all of the sights and sounds.  Not only that, but now he is a little congested.  I feel bad for him.  But OH MAH GAWD he looked so ridiculously cute in his little camo fleece.  And not really suprisingly I forgot to take pictures.  Oh, and you probably won't see pictures of the big Sunday- like last year- because I look horrible.  No lie.

So, I figured since I won't be sharing any of those pics, I will show you some random picture that I just downloaded.

J and I before his cousin's wedding (please excuse the mess that is our house and my super white legs)

 Little J after his first big political event

Sleepy head with his foot sticking out of the crib

Only one week late!

Early morning before the fog cleared.  You can barely see the other tents that form the big circle.

Under our porch

J sitting at our tent, number 64

The dining area.  The kids left their toys on the table.

J and I after church.

It has taken me this long to recover.

Forrealz.  Spending the night at that campground was the most miserable experience of my life.  Okay, maybe I'm being a leetle overdramatic.  And maybe my miserable experience might have been a touch exaggerated by the fact that I had a couple of vodka treats, stayed up until about 1:00am, and was woken by some kind of God-awful horn at 6:00am.  Awful, I tell ya.  Pictures are coming soon, I promise!

My next adventure was to take place this weekend at Edisto Beach.  Alas, it was not meant to be.  I won't bore you with the details, although I'm sure you would love to hear the dirty saga involving jail, house arrest, and nail-biting drama.  I guess J and I will be spending the weekend at home.  I can't remember the last time I was able to say that.

J is a complete workaholic.  Not in a bad way, but he feels like he has to keep busy around the house all.the.time.  Things certainly are taken care of around there, though!  However, it makes me feel a bit guilty/lazy when I want to relax and enjoy the weekend.  Yes dear, I know these things don't take care of themselves.  At least he has promised me sushi and a movie Saturday night.  Yay!

Thank God It is Friday

So here is how my morning went: wake up, sex, shower, amazing breakfast of grits, eggs, bacon and frying pan toast.  Good morning, indeed.  And I was on time to work.  Score.

Hopefully, my good day will continue to be just that.  When I leave work, I am headed back out to the camp ground.  I am absolutely not, under any circumstances, a "camping" person.  I don't do tents, bugs, etc.  Granted, this kind of tenting is a little different because we are in wooden structures, not actual tents.  My idea of camping is a night at the Holiday Inn, thankyouverymuch.

Alas, I will be roughing it tonight.  Wish me luck.  I am on a quest to determine if there truly is enough alcohol in this world to make camping fun.  Methinks not.  I plan to take tons of pictures, so I will try to post some of them for you to get an idea of what in God's name I'm talking about.  Until then, I hope you all have a fabulous weekend!

It's a boy!

Not for me, obviously, as I am not pregnant.  My best friend just had her big u/s today.  I'm so happy for her!  And at the same time, I just found out that a girl I knew from high school lost her baby after delivery.  It is amazing to me how this whole process works.  Why is it so easy for some, while some are subjected to so much suffering?  And then there is me.

I'm kind of in a blah mood today, so I will not ramble on with the "why am I not knocked up" rant.  We haven't been trying that long, really.  I would rather discuss something a little more interesting.  How about Camp Meeting?

I am entirely certain that you are wondering what those two words mean.  Is it camping?  Is it a meeting about camping?  Not exactly, or at all.  Camp Meeting began in my sleepy little town 200+ years ago.  It began as a religious revival, but has evolved into a great week full of family, friends, and TONS of food.  And yes, there are still church services.  Back to the food... fried chicken, grits, ham, green beans, potato salad, pineapple casserole, rice and gravy, pea salad, dinner rolls... and that was just last night!  And good Lord the desserts.  I had just a taste of the pecan pie, but I was torn between that and the chocolate pie, and the brownies, and the red velvet cake.  I'm going to gain twenty pounds this week, I swear. 

You can not truly understand this unless you have been there, or one like it.  I'll try to post pics at some point.  The "camp ground" is a huge circle of 100 tents.  And I do not mean camping tents.  They are wooden structures, most of them two stories.  Very basic.  As odd as this all sounds, it is a lot of fun and it is nice to socialize with our family and all of the other families.  Last night, we were sitting around the fire and J told me that he could not wait until we had children running around playing at the camp ground.  He wants so badly to throw the football with his little boy.  It is very sweet.  And as I watch him watching the kids play, I can't help but be hopeful.