Me...Me...Me

Okay, I saw this on my friends blog and went, "Oh, my gosh that is sooooo me." If you know me AT ALL, you know that I hate camping (with a passion). I went the first year to girls camp (hated it), decided to take my BFF the next year (hated it) and never went back. I still thank my mother for not forcing me to go (secretly she hated girls camp, too). I am quoted for say, "The closest I get to camping is a Motel 6." About a month ago the Bishop took me into his office and asked me to be a Cub Scout Leader. All I said back was (and I quote), "Do I have to camp?" He said maybe just for a day. I asked if it was over night and he said no. I said yes.

One of my favorite things on his earth is my bed. Especially with clean sheets (every Thursday night). I like to turn on my electric blanket on high about 20-30 minutes before I go to bed...ahh, my feet thaw out (yes, even if it is Summer)....and I drift off to dream world.

While I have your attention, here are a few others things I have been thinking about lately:

1. Why don't babies have necks? When do they get necks? When do babies' toenails grow?
2. What does the Lord have in store for me this year? Do I really need to make a new years resolution? What should it be?
3. Should I ever get my Master's Degree? Do I really want to? Yes! No! Yes! No!
4. At first I LOVED and ADORED that Jack's first word was Mama. Now I feel HORRIBLE when I lay him down for a nap and he starts crying, "Mama, Mama, MaaaaMaaaaa!!!" I feel like the worst mother ever. Should I feel so bad??

Pretty sad that these are my inner thoughts that don't get out much. But, there you have it. Is there anyone who loves being cold in a sleeping bag, a pine cone in the worst place under your head, and peeing in the dark-IN THE WOODS ALONE?!?