tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post450272576950016677..comments2023-09-17T21:10:24.089+12:00Comments on I'm just a girl & I've had it up to here: Camping. And why I would rather swallow a beehive whole than do it.Bexstarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09664903203147474560noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-64877398994050648602012-01-10T14:32:55.364+13:002012-01-10T14:32:55.364+13:00My dad worked A LOT when I was a kid. It seemed we...My dad worked A LOT when I was a kid. It seemed we only saw him when he would take a vacation. And we always did the same thing. Go camping about 20 miles from where we lived. I feel the same as you. I HATED it. I still hate it. My parents still will go down to the lake for the weekend. They will call and say, "Why don't you come join us?" Seriously? I can give you lots of reasons.Brett Minorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13181569922751252054noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-49832901148176194102012-01-07T10:30:10.412+13:002012-01-07T10:30:10.412+13:00I like camping. And your blog.
In fact, I'...I like camping. And your blog. <br /><br />In fact, I'm not sure why I wasn't previously following it, because I previously liked your blog about a month or so ago and could have sworn I followed it. But apparently didn't.<br /><br />So today I remembered I saw you tweet a blog post the other day and THEN I saw you and THEN I came here, read these, and followed.<br /><br />Then End.Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11538573774184028004noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-86129939258381809362012-01-06T08:28:21.258+13:002012-01-06T08:28:21.258+13:00Camping is not and has never been my idea of a goo...Camping is not and has never been my idea of a good time. No outdoor toilets, bugs, and the possibility of wild animals, no missing the microwave and the refrigerator, no sleeping on top of rocks, just NO to all of it. BLECH.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15384389854305591878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-36552001671053605292012-01-05T16:57:39.380+13:002012-01-05T16:57:39.380+13:00I do enjoy camping, but a long drop toilet? What s...I do enjoy camping, but a long drop toilet? What sadist invented that?Melissa Pacehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10857752211469370027noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-40180987854144454622012-01-05T11:15:11.262+13:002012-01-05T11:15:11.262+13:00It should be noted that I do not share my wife'...It should be noted that I do not share my wife's fear of camping - I was camping from the age of 3, and its THE ONLY way to fully enjoy the atmosphere of music festivals, of which I am the veteran of many. That said, my ex-SAS kit bag I use is mahoosive enough to fit my tent, an inflatable double matress, inflatable pillow, arctic sleeping bag and double duvet into, as well as a full camping range and pots/pans/kettle. There is no better feeling than watching cold, wet festival goers struggling to shake off the chills of a -2C night in a field as you tuck into a bacon sandwich and a cup of fresh java from palatial comfort. So thumbs up for camping, but screw the yoga mats to hell and back!!socialassassinhttp://www.socialassassin.wordpress.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-83152747714197563612012-01-05T09:52:50.620+13:002012-01-05T09:52:50.620+13:00I love camping as long as it involves having a boa...I love camping as long as it involves having a boat to go fishing in as well. (thank god we have both the tent and the boat lol) But I must admit, i too am terrified of the dark and long drop trips at night. Something to do with my OLDER sister hiding out and waiting for me to go toilet then banging the shit out of the wall (which was corrugated iron) laughing manically and then running away leaving me no torch. needless to say... my sister is a bitch!Tash :)noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-83396157308515111772012-01-05T07:52:34.164+13:002012-01-05T07:52:34.164+13:00We used to camp every summer as a kid. I hated it...We used to camp every summer as a kid. I hated it then and I hate it now. On a week long camping trip we spent more time putting up and tearing down camp than experiencing the area because my dad couldn't stand to be in one camp spot longer than 1 night.<br /><br />He also used to have a "walking stick" that he insisted was given to him by a tribal chief in North Dakota when he was in the army. That stupid fucking stick was a piece of driftwood he sanded to a bone color and burned symbols into. As a kid I was terrified of that goddamned stick convinced that it had magical powers and could strike me dead on the spot. As a teenager I tried as hard as I could to steal and burn the fucker.<br /><br />He still has it and my kids are still convinced that it's magical.Erin T.https://www.blogger.com/profile/00577641149811801067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-22610692278361756192012-01-05T07:14:20.357+13:002012-01-05T07:14:20.357+13:00I'm soooo with you on the whole camping thing....I'm soooo with you on the whole camping thing....No, no way, never, not even if hell freezes over will you ever get me in a 'T' word (even the word is enough to bring me out in a cold sweat!). If you can't have a hot shower and a flushing loo (that you don't have to share with a billion other germ-ridden dirt bags) and you can't plug in your hair straightners - i'm not going!!!! And the long drop toilet sounds just too hideous for words!! Hope 2012 is a great year for you and Blake, love and hugs xxxMrs Social Assassinnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-11014593696469994752012-01-05T07:02:19.726+13:002012-01-05T07:02:19.726+13:00Camping blows big hairy ballsacks. I was a girl s...Camping blows big hairy ballsacks. I was a girl scout in my youth as well, & I do not have fond memories of said camping adventures. Blech. Roughing it for me is a 3 star hotel. I am just not an outdoorsy girl. The hubs keeps talking about taking the boys camping when they get older, and I'm like "cool, have fun. Mama's going to the spa......". Anyone wanna join me?<br /><br />I might have a party just so you can wear that outfit. Will it fit in your luggage, because obviously you will have to jet over to the states to attend. I think it's worth it to wear that costume! <br /><br />Oh, and I still want that mug, damnit!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-51772979996105113622012-01-05T04:03:46.520+13:002012-01-05T04:03:46.520+13:00I AM A FREAK!!!! I hate pooping in the woods, but ...I AM A FREAK!!!! I hate pooping in the woods, but adore the smokey cigerette food. I love sleeping on yoga mats especially next to running water. I must have a tent though. I like to be warm, cold sucks and I will go home early if cold or if I run out of fresh clean water!terbear287https://www.blogger.com/profile/01672393248738133923noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-52215115254184522182012-01-05T04:00:17.247+13:002012-01-05T04:00:17.247+13:00I don't mind camping- especially if there is a...I don't mind camping- especially if there is an RV with electricity and a feather bed and red dog who would eat anyone who tried to attack me and my man next to me with his giant ..... knife (what did you think I was going to say??). I'm tough like that.Johihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03705411427266618847noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695127877385011274.post-59204188141607428242012-01-05T03:42:34.702+13:002012-01-05T03:42:34.702+13:00Camping is nature's way of promoting the hotel...Camping is nature's way of promoting the hotel industry. 'Nuff said.Ach du lieberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02777199246822173188noreply@blogger.com