Long time, no blog

It's been a long time since I've had a chance to sit down and blog. I had a wonderful weekend visiting my darling cousin in Missouri. I went with my best friends (my sisters), and we all had a blast! We spent most of the trip cracking each other up. It was considerably quieter on the way home, as we were worn out and all had sore butts from the six hour drive.
When I came home, I was excited to see my little boy home on vacation. Okay, my little boy is almost a foot taller than me and is in reality a grown man, but he is still MY little boy! I can still see past the facial hair at the toddler face that used to be.
I feel so blessed to have all my little chicks back in their nest!
My guys went camping/fishing while I was in MO. They both came home sunburned. My little red haired boy looked like a lobster in spite of having applied sunscreen. My husband, usually not prone to sunburns, has a very peculiar pattern on his back where the boy apparently was either drunk, distracted or uninterested in putting sunscreen on his dad's back.
My sisters and I talked on the way home about camping/fishing and decided we would rather have buzzards pecking our eyeballs out while we lay naked and on display before having to suffer the torture of sleeping in a tent with mosquitoes eating our flesh (and probaly leaving behind West Nile virus), the sun burning our flesh and the water pruning our flesh. (Hey, no matter how much flesh you have, you still want it to be in one piece, unless you have bugs trained to perform liposuction!) We also hate sleeping on the ground, listening to the chirp of those annoying crickets, the sounds of wildlife and just generally, the outdoors. I want to sleep in an environmetally controlled room, on a posturepedic bed with afan blowing on me all night long. Is that too much to ask?? I think not.
When they found out they had no actual campsite, Husband suggested they throw their sleeping bags on the ground and just sleep wherever. Apparently my fellas have differing ideas as to what "camping" and "fishing" are. Husband came home surprised the boy wasn't a major outdoorsman. (??? Does he know the boy at all?) "Boy kept saying he went fishing with his buddies all the time and they went on a float trip. I figured he was into camping and fishing."
The husband thinks of camping as a time when you sleep under the stars and commune with nature. The boy thinks of camping as sleeping in a three-room tent doused with bug spray. (Come on, I did contribute some DNA to him!! Quite a lot actually.) Needless to say, Boy was not open to the idea of either sleeping under the stars with the hum of mosquitoes on the lake to lull him to sleep, nor sleeping in the pontoon chairs purchased for the fishing. "I really didn't want to drown in my sleep," he said.
As for fishing, the husband wants to actually catch fish and perhaps cook 'em up. The boy thinks of fishing as a time to sit outside, consume beer and and BS with buddies or his pops.
As for me, roughing it is spending time at the cabin with no central air. I love the cabin. I get to spend quality time with my sisters, mom and the Captain. We hang out and play games, BS, vent, snack and drink. Can you have a better time? I think not.