Camp Poor

You've heard of "house poor" but Rich and I decided we are "camp poor." I'm not complaining, and anyone with kids can tell you that camps cost a small fortune. We have spent the equivalent of a cruise for 2 on camps for Chad this summer. Rich mentioned this while we were hopping between three different thrift stores this weekend. Somehow I convinced him to go with me to search for that one unbelievable treasure at Salvation Army, Goodwill, and Volunteers of America. He said this is what we have been reduced to because we are "camp poor." I defend our actions by stating that that's where all the designers go on those home shows on HGTV. I'm not sure what thrift stores they are going to, but I have only managed to find a wicker foot rest for Lauren's room. I am not willing to cross the line to go to garage/yard sales, not to say I will not go down that road someday, but that seems to truly be sifting through some one's junk. I would consider an "estate sale," doesn't that sound better for some reason?
Finally, I am willing to be "camp poor" since Chad went to a kicking combine this past week and placed 3rd out of 200 kids, that ain't too shabby.

My Boys

The boys are back from what may be their annual Canada fishing trip. OH how I love all these boys. We had such a great time with Tate and Logan. They came home with so many good stories and spent a lot of their time laughing. Here's a recap of their visit:

15 half gallons of pink lemonade- $23.85

40 McDonald's Snack Wraps after fishing- $51.60

3 trips to Bass Pro Shop- $30

600 miles of travel- $116.70

Fishing together- PRICELESS

Why?

Is it that Garret can shoot an arrow through hand and go fishing a few days later and find a way to catch a giant fish with one hand?
It's so fun and memorable to be around some people that don't live close and not so fun to be around other people who live close?
The days go so fast and life flies by at such a fast pace?
That my cute boy that used to wear light up shoes on the soccer field is all grown up and ready for his senior year and his last year of high school football?
That sometimes when I bake cookies they turn out perfect and sometimes they are flat as pancakes?
That a hug from a friend is just what you need and they know when to give it?
That Tucker likes to steal toilet paper from the roll and eat it?
That I like to watch John and Kate Plus 8?
That good people you work with leave for other opportunities and things have to change?
Just wonderin'

Fuzzy Carpets

OK, I know it was July 4, but we really didn't do much in the way of picnics or fireworks. I am confused by when we are supposed to celebrate. The huge Harrisburg City fireworks aren't until Sunday so I feel like that is more the day I'll celebrate. The weather is sort of dank and depressing, so it has sucked my celebrating attitude away. SO anyway, we spent the day doing some things around the house and Rich cleaned the carpets. About the ONLY perk he has from his job is he can use the industrial carpet cleaner they use as a sample to customers whenever he wants. He does it for me about two times a year and I get so happy because my carpets get "fuzzy". Nothing makes me happier when I see my clean, fuzzy carpets. So I'm celebrating fuzzy carpets everywhere.