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Figured the gray hairs were coming in and my dad jokes were well refined, it was time.Are you becoming a father, or did I read that wrong? Congrats if so!
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Figured the gray hairs were coming in and my dad jokes were well refined, it was time.Are you becoming a father, or did I read that wrong? Congrats if so!
Figured the gray hairs were coming in and my dad jokes well refined it was time.
I bit if a rabbit hole for the two soon to be first time dads @TOGIE and @wllm
I wrote this email to a couple of friends after our first camping trip with our first child (pic above was kid #2, after we had it all figured out).
So we attempted our first camping trip with Allie this weekend. I thought you all might enjoy the story.
Left Friday evening, heading up the Entiat, just planning on spending one night (Stef works on Sundays). Loaded up the truck with everything but the kitchen sink, piled it high, and strapped it down, leaving just enough room for both the dogs. Found an old deer camp on a side road to a side road up off of the Mud Creek road (no campgrounds for us, campgrounds are for weenies!). Everything went reasonable well including putting Allie to bed, she fought it for a while, but actually fell asleep after an hour or so of fussing. When it was time for the grownups to go to bed we decided the dogs would sleep on a pad in the back of the truck (as opposed to tying them to a tree or a stake, the logic: truck has high sides that would deter them from jumping out and chasing things, plus they might feel safer in the truck).
130am it starts to rain. There was no rain in the forecast, therefore “everything but the kitchen sink” did not include a tarp or rain gear (no that we live on the dry side we’ve lost all common sense), but thankfully did include the tent rainfly.
145am dogs start to whine.
230am it’s still raining, dogs are whining loud enough to prevent sleep. I get up let them out of the truck, put their pad under the truck and try to convince them to sleep there, they think is play time not sleep time and don’t cooperate.
245am I come up with the bright idea that the only place that dry and confined is the vestibule to our tent which is plenty big for their pad and both the dogs. I place pad under rain fly, crawl into tent, and call dogs over. The shorthair (also referred to as Brown dog and Turd) jumps into the tent through the small opening I’ve got my head poked out through and prances around the tent stepping on and kicking everyone and getting everything wet, waking everyone up the process. Allie starts to cry.
250am finally get a hold of the Turd and throw her out of the tent! Get both dogs to laydown on their pad, shut the rainfly and close up the tent. Before my head hits the pillow both dogs bolt out from under the rainfly dislodging it in the process and run off into the dark barking and chasing God knows what. Screw ‘em, if they want to run off and get eaten by cougars or bears or wolves so be it. I’m not getting up again.
300am Allie goes back to sleep.
330am Thinking it’s safe to get up my wife gets up to use the restroom (she will probably hate me for saying that, but it’s a part of the story that can’t be left out).
335am Allie wakes up again upon my wife’s reentry to the tent and proceeds to assume it’s play time. Although it is cute, no one is sleeping and it’s sleep time.
400am after repeated hushings/lullbys/tuck-ins, I resort to a bear hug Allie to hold her still
430am sleep is achieved once more
435am dogs come back and proceed to either circle the tent whining or run off barking, repeat cycle
700am dogs wake Allie up again. It’s still raining. No one is sleeping. It’s time to go. Load up the truck full of wet gear and head home.
915am back home wet and exhausted, camping trip lasted a grand total of 15 hrs. Will try again next weekend.
This! Started with just readers then quickly moved to bifocals. Now I can’t see shit, near or far, without these damn glasses.It will be. Trust me...
If anyone was desperate or drunk enough to slap my butt, it might buckle my knees. Satchel ass. I actually don't look too bad dressed but when the clothes come off for a shower I usually make sure the lights are turned off first. Haven't worn shorts in over twenty years. Very-gross veins look like a relief map of an artillery range. Scary!I was 19 when I got married. Joined the marines couple months later. Been together ever since, we celebrate our anniversary this coming sunday. Time is flying by.... I did smack her on the butt this morning tho, so clearly still a teenager.
classic
I think @VikingsGuy guy said he wondered what Ms. Wllm was like... wellclassic
I think @VikingsGuy guy said he wondered what Ms. Wllm was like... well
"oh god, I'm gonna.. quick get a photo, this is gonna be our announcement card"
Re-read it Brent, was all her idea, getting about 50 of those printed on post cardsDoes she even know that you took that picture? Will she kill you if she finds out you posted it (blackmail material may be useful one day ), and why is she wearing that strange blurry mask?
she's a keeper.I think @VikingsGuy guy said he wondered what Ms. Wllm was like... well
"oh god, I'm gonna.. quick get a photo, this is gonna be our announcement card"
That's good, for a minute there, I thought you were for all practical purposes taking a selfie with a Yellowstone griz...I think @VikingsGuy guy said he wondered what Ms. Wllm was like... well
"oh god, I'm gonna.. quick get a photo, this is gonna be our announcement card"
A bit of a rabbit hole for the two soon to be first time dads @TOGIE and @wllm
I wrote this email to a couple of friends after our first camping trip with our first child (pic above was kid #2, after we had it all figured out).
So we attempted our first camping trip with Allie this weekend. I thought you all might enjoy the story.
Left Friday evening, heading up the Entiat, just planning on spending one night (Stef works on Sundays). Loaded up the truck with everything but the kitchen sink, piled it high, and strapped it down, leaving just enough room for both the dogs. Found an old deer camp on a side road to a side road up off of the Mud Creek road (no campgrounds for us, campgrounds are for weenies!). Everything went reasonable well including putting Allie to bed, she fought it for a while, but actually fell asleep after an hour or so of fussing. When it was time for the grownups to go to bed we decided the dogs would sleep on a pad in the back of the truck (as opposed to tying them to a tree or a stake, the logic: truck has high sides that would deter them from jumping out and chasing things, plus they might feel safer in the truck).
130am it starts to rain. There was no rain in the forecast, therefore “everything but the kitchen sink” did not include a tarp or rain gear (no that we live on the dry side we’ve lost all common sense), but thankfully did include the tent rainfly.
145am dogs start to whine.
230am it’s still raining, dogs are whining loud enough to prevent sleep. I get up let them out of the truck, put their pad under the truck and try to convince them to sleep there, they think is play time not sleep time and don’t cooperate.
245am I come up with the bright idea that the only place that dry and confined is the vestibule to our tent which is plenty big for their pad and both the dogs. I place pad under rain fly, crawl into tent, and call dogs over. The shorthair (also referred to as Brown dog and Turd) jumps into the tent through the small opening I’ve got my head poked out through and prances around the tent stepping on and kicking everyone and getting everything wet, waking everyone up the process. Allie starts to cry.
250am finally get a hold of the Turd and throw her out of the tent! Get both dogs to laydown on their pad, shut the rainfly and close up the tent. Before my head hits the pillow both dogs bolt out from under the rainfly dislodging it in the process and run off into the dark barking and chasing God knows what. Screw ‘em, if they want to run off and get eaten by cougars or bears or wolves so be it. I’m not getting up again.
300am Allie goes back to sleep.
330am Thinking it’s safe to get up my wife gets up to use the restroom (she will probably hate me for saying that, but it’s a part of the story that can’t be left out).
335am Allie wakes up again upon my wife’s reentry to the tent and proceeds to assume it’s play time. Although it is cute, no one is sleeping and it’s sleep time.
400am after repeated hushings/lullbys/tuck-ins, I resort to a bear hug Allie to hold her still
430am sleep is achieved once more
435am dogs come back and proceed to either circle the tent whining or run off barking, repeat cycle
700am dogs wake Allie up again. It’s still raining. No one is sleeping. It’s time to go. Load up the truck full of wet gear and head home.
915am back home wet and exhausted, camping trip lasted a grand total of 15 hrs. Will try again next weekend.
A bit of a rabbit hole for the two soon to be first time dads @TOGIE and @wllm
I wrote this email to a couple of friends after our first camping trip with our first child (pic above was kid #2, after we had it all figured out).
So we attempted our first camping trip with Allie this weekend. I thought you all might enjoy the story.
Left Friday evening, heading up the Entiat, just planning on spending one night (Stef works on Sundays). Loaded up the truck with everything but the kitchen sink, piled it high, and strapped it down, leaving just enough room for both the dogs. Found an old deer camp on a side road to a side road up off of the Mud Creek road (no campgrounds for us, campgrounds are for weenies!). Everything went reasonable well including putting Allie to bed, she fought it for a while, but actually fell asleep after an hour or so of fussing. When it was time for the grownups to go to bed we decided the dogs would sleep on a pad in the back of the truck (as opposed to tying them to a tree or a stake, the logic: truck has high sides that would deter them from jumping out and chasing things, plus they might feel safer in the truck).
130am it starts to rain. There was no rain in the forecast, therefore “everything but the kitchen sink” did not include a tarp or rain gear (no that we live on the dry side we’ve lost all common sense), but thankfully did include the tent rainfly.
145am dogs start to whine.
230am it’s still raining, dogs are whining loud enough to prevent sleep. I get up let them out of the truck, put their pad under the truck and try to convince them to sleep there, they think is play time not sleep time and don’t cooperate.
245am I come up with the bright idea that the only place that dry and confined is the vestibule to our tent which is plenty big for their pad and both the dogs. I place pad under rain fly, crawl into tent, and call dogs over. The shorthair (also referred to as Brown dog and Turd) jumps into the tent through the small opening I’ve got my head poked out through and prances around the tent stepping on and kicking everyone and getting everything wet, waking everyone up the process. Allie starts to cry.
250am finally get a hold of the Turd and throw her out of the tent! Get both dogs to laydown on their pad, shut the rainfly and close up the tent. Before my head hits the pillow both dogs bolt out from under the rainfly dislodging it in the process and run off into the dark barking and chasing God knows what. Screw ‘em, if they want to run off and get eaten by cougars or bears or wolves so be it. I’m not getting up again.
300am Allie goes back to sleep.
330am Thinking it’s safe to get up my wife gets up to use the restroom (she will probably hate me for saying that, but it’s a part of the story that can’t be left out).
335am Allie wakes up again upon my wife’s reentry to the tent and proceeds to assume it’s play time. Although it is cute, no one is sleeping and it’s sleep time.
400am after repeated hushings/lullbys/tuck-ins, I resort to a bear hug Allie to hold her still
430am sleep is achieved once more
435am dogs come back and proceed to either circle the tent whining or run off barking, repeat cycle
700am dogs wake Allie up again. It’s still raining. No one is sleeping. It’s time to go. Load up the truck full of wet gear and head home.
915am back home wet and exhausted, camping trip lasted a grand total of 15 hrs. Will try again next weekend.