Weird fact about me, the happier I am, the less inclined I am to write...which totally sucks because then my blogs are ridiculously skewed from my real life. According to this, I'm always stressed out and going through crazy emotions and pissed off at the world, etc. But I assure you that's not really the case. I can admit (right now anyways) I have some pretty kick ass stuff in my life. It's great when it's good. Some people don't have that, and I wish I could hang onto that feeling more often. Content for what I have, and who I have... But it often slips away as I fall into my hole every so often, but at least I can still find it sometimes. When I do find it, I have weeks and months where I am annoyingly appreciative with what I have. "I'm so happy to have you." messages, "I think you're fantastic." emails and I get super stupid cuddly. He deals with it though.
Point is, I'm happy right now, it's great, and should be inspiring but for some reason, all my writing energy goes into keeping me happy I guess.
Headed up north this weekend, hopefully I'll have some stories and pictures to share. I'll just set it up here, last year during this same trip, The Man's fam and I came up with "Science Infection" and "Penis Butter"...yummmm. Lets not forget the "Anal Jamboree" either.
I will actually explain this quick. When/if you go camping, or end up at an RV park, look at the names of the RVs...then put "Anal" in front and there you have it - the Anal Jamboree, Anal Cougar, Anal Bounder.
Oh my god I found it right away!