Category Archives: friendship

Camping, Ahhh the fun of it!

The top three things I hate about camping:

3. The bathrooms. Uggh.
2. The dirt. The sand. The dirt. The sand. Did I mention the dirt?
1. The “bed.” Seriously, people, this is fun?
The top three things I like about camping:
3. My kids love it.
2. My kids love it.
1. My kids love it.

So, the deal is that my friend Susan organized a mom-and-kid camping trip (one night only) at a campground near the beach. When she said we could order pizza for dinner, I was in. I mean, how hard can it be?
Did I mention the dirt?
Or that my other friends’ tent totally COLLAPSED around midnight? (Thankfully, this was long before we were IN it.)
Or that between the 7 moms, there were 18 children?
So the good parts?
3. Hanging out with the other moms by the fire.
2. Watching the kids run and laugh like hyenas.
1. My new friend Stacey’s drink: equal parts coconut rum, cranberry juice, and pineapple juice.
A drink like that can make any day better. Thanks Stacey!

Happy Birthday to Me (almost)


I have a friend who is a smidge older than I am. At one point in our lives, this would have been a huge advantage for her:

Friend: Well, we have to play my way, because I am 9 and you are only 8.

Me: But I am almost 9. I will be nine in only one year. So then we will both be 9.

Friend: Nope. When you are 9, I will be 10. I am the oldest, and you have to listen to me.

Me: I don’t want to play. I’m going home.

But in the strange twist of fate we call aging, the tables have now turned.

Me: It’s my birthday soon. Didn’t you already have yours?

Friend: Ha, ha.

Me: But you did, right? Right? If I recall correctly, you were born before I was even conceived.

Friend: You’re not my friend anymore, really, you never have been. I’m going home.

Happy Birthday to both of us. She’s always been older, but also wiser and prettier. So, you know, it all works out in the end. Thank goodness for friends like her.

-Kirsetin