Ok, my patience ran thin this weekend. Things were going very well. We were planning on another easy weekend…maybe even easier than last weekend. That is where I went wrong. I jinx things!!
Friday afternoon, rather late afternoon, as I was sitting in my recliner enjoying life I looked out the window to see a giant yellow school bus. Now some of you might not know this, but I am a retired teacher (yep, 35 years) and I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or hallucinating. Yep, it passed right by the window and it was indeed a giant yellow school bus full of kids. You heard me right FULL of kids. I counted every one of them as it passed by.
Not being sure of what it was doing in the campground, Mike and I watched as it rounded the curve in the inner circle of the campground. Going very slow…well how fast could you possibly drive a huge school bus through a narrow curvy road?
That’s when it happened. It stopped…stopped dead still right in front of our motor home. Now what? Does he need directions? Information? Directions to the group campground? Nope…none of the above. He began to slowly reverse “Big Yellow” right into the site next to us.
Out of that bus ran…. screaming and hollering, at least 25 small children ages 4 years to 14 most of which were boys. Now I am not a sexist….really I am not. I am just experienced with little boys and especially little boys in a campground. Oh no!! There goes the quiet, easy weekend. Right down the drain. How does the song go??
THIS PIC IS FROM RISCKY’S BBQ IN FT. WORTH
I WILL SURVIVE!!
One quick update; last night after all the campers were safely backed into their site of choice and it appeared everyone was settled, we went into Pine Mountain to eat. When we returned at approximately 10:00 all of our “little” campers were in their tents with lights out. Isn’t that nice? It must be that large man that looks like a coach….he has them under control. I WILL SURVIVE!! Thanks coach!!
QUOTE FOR THE DAY:
“The man who doesn't relax and hoot a few hoots voluntarily, now and then, is in great danger of hooting hoots and standing on his head for the edification of the pathologist and trained nurse, a little later on.” ~Elbert Hubbard