"It's Alive!!!!!"......

I am not dead, I have not moved and no…I have not been abducted by aliens (damn it). I am sure I could natter on endlessly about all of the absolutely dreadful things that have been occupying my time and maybe even invoke some level of sympathy…..but I will not do that you.

We here at the Clan of Nut jobs have made it though the school year (and semesters, as far as my academic career is concerned), layoffs, visits to and from bio-dad’s house and the peace and quiet that comes from not having four hellions in your household tearing the place apart.

I just went and picked up the chicks on Saturday from (again) the new Metro terminal. Aside from being way sick of having to play nice with bio-dad and his new little wife, I am way happy to have the chicks home and in my court.

I have a newly reinforced hatred for mathematics, as two solid semesters of college math will do to any normal person. I still do not see the use nor do I understand those who do. Give me a calculator and I can make your head spin. Ask me to remember the rules and we are both screwed.

A few of us way overgrown kids went to Michigan’s Adventure Park again this year. That place never grows old. And with exception to missing children this time around, the required ten trips to the chiropractor afterwards is always worth it.

P and I went camping at a nifty little campground in Pewamo, (yes…I just typed Pewamo). Maple River was an accidental find and a pleasure to go to if you keep a few things in mind.

First…no showers.

I am not kidding. Not even the silly ones where you have to put in a quarter for 5 minutes of skin scalding stinky water…none, nada…no how.

Secondly….no flushing toilets. They lovingly refer to them as “privies” but.....if it smells like an outhouse and looks like an outhouse….it is an outhouse. Now…in all fairness, if you could possibly make an outhouse nice, they have made the attempt. Nevertheless, if you cannot bare the thought or the smell, this place is just not for you.

With that said, if breathtaking nature in its finest form is your way of waking up…well then…..have at it. Our campsites were right on the river bank…..right on the bank. You never had to leave your campsite to fish and bask in the ambiance of Mother Earth and all of her finery.

“Oh, but MichChick! The mosquitoes had to have eaten you alive!”

Believe it or not……not once. Maple River campground does a fantastic job of spraying nightly for those little winged bastards and they never, ever became an issue. Swear.

It is a nice, quiet and friendly place to spend some down time if you get the change to get any. Not necessarily where I would pack the little kiddies off for a weekend of fun and entertainment, but definitely some good grown-up time can be had here.

Just remember to pack the wet wipes.

Until we meet again!

MichChick