I'm sorry for being MIA these days. It's summer, and that means busy radio promotions. Right now, we've stuck 8 suckers in a Dodge Ram. Well, 22 says ago there was 8. Now there's 4. We're here till the last one is left. That person wins the truck. See pictures at
www.kix1025.com. Like I was saying before one of the rules of the game is that anything that goes in the truck, stays in the truck. All food containers, all trash, everything. We've named the sweaty-bodies-moldy-food-kinda-smells-like-an-old-person-and-bad-cheese smell Carols, cause he's just always around. Imagine the flies, heat and gripy people, and you can image why I've just been hiding in my air conditioned room, with all the blinds closed.
No, not really. I did score a couple of days off recently, though I'm not sure quiet how that worked out. In my time off, I squeezed in a camping trip and some rafting time. I love camping around here in Missouri. Growing up in Texas, it was too damn hot in the summer to do much, but here in the Ozark Mountains, it's not bad. It's beautiful scenery, the rivers and creeks are always cold, since they're spring fed, and waking up in the mountains with the fog and the greenery, yeah, it's good stuff. Anyway, if you can look past the hillbilly aspect, there's some great places to throw a tent up and rent a raft. Being a rafting virgin, I wasn't sure what to expect, but figured that the heck. Gerdie was obviously there with me, and as you can see, she had a blast! So did I for that matter!! In fact, I'm looking to take up a new hobby. I've been shopping around for some rafts I like, looking for some good spots to throw the raft in the water, and maybe some camping spots that I could trust if I were camping by myself. That's the thing, camping is what I do to get away from the craziness of work. Even if I only have one day off, I don't mind packing the jeep, and taking off. I take some serious flack for going by myself. My mom, who isn't a fan of mine in general, and my grandmother both just have a fit when I go way for a day. Not because I'm going away, but because I'm going by myself. Now that I want to take a raft out too, oh hell. I get the whole speech about how dangerous it can be to be a woman out alone. I'm how old? 12. I know this. I'm aware we don't live in a perfect world, but damn. Of course, my grandmother's solution was to find a man who likes to camp too, but I don't think the punishment fits the crime. I have to have a boyfriend to go camping? Can't I just get a bigger dog? But then I consider some late nite tent nooky, and I'm considering.
