July has been a month of highs and lows. I can't believe it is almost over. That means summer is almost over in my book as August will fly by in a crazy heat wave and then we will play the back to school scramble!
Cal lost her two front teeth! They were pulled by her "personal dentist" who happens to be her cousin, Riley.
We had a couple of awesome outings at Camp Osto. The most recent was this past Thursday and Friday nights. Our gang + Riley, Hunter and Dan. The best part of this trip, in my opinion, (*note others may have a different version of this story) was our tubing ADVENTURE! We tubed past our normal spot to the 50th Street Bridge. We had no idea how long this would take by tube, but when we started asking we heard Three Hours. These reports came when we were already floating down the mighty Muskegon. Ouch. About 1/2 hour into the trip, Chooch announces he has to poo! Yikes! No problem with Papa Dan in the parade...he whips down Chooch's suit, floats him over the edge of the tube and tells him to "go". "THERE IT WENT!" exclaims Chooch and he was right....there IT went! Hilarious. ("out redneck" that one, George!)
Float, float, stop and swim, catchaturtle, watchacrawfish, float, float, float. Sky starts to look dark and stormy...rain begins to fall, gentle at first, then with a pelting intensity that made all but the most hardy of us (basically me and Dan) begin to cry and complain. "We're having fun, dammit!" is my exclamation, yet we are worried it may begin to storm soon. We find a cottage, beg a ride and are rescued by a Navy wife and her two little kids. We are still 45 minutes from 50th Street bridge by tube, but seriously 4 minutes by truck. CRAZY! Back on dry land and safe from any impending doom, we decide we had fun anyways. I tell the kids they will never forget this tubing adventure and will someday look back on it with fond memories (let's hope)!
Killer bass catching, campfire, rummikub, shooting the 22, driving the old Ford (Black Beauty) and drives for ice cream make the weekend complete!
Saturday we head back home and then Matt and I make the cross-state trip for my impromptu class reunion. (which is a 17 year class reunion, if you are counting...which I obviously am not). It was great to see some of my old friends and teammates and to catch up on all the years. The girls looked much better than the guys too, which was amusing to us!