You Heard Me!

Chimp as Thinker Sculpted by Francisco Ramo in the 20th century Once again, it's that magical time of the year when the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the least evolved among us. Here then, are the glorious winners: 1. When his 38-caliber revolver failed to fire at his intended victim during a hold-up in Long Beach, California , would-be robber James Elliot did something that can only inspire wonder. He peered down the barrel and tried the trigger again. This time it worked..... And now, the honorable mentions: 2. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat-cuttin machine and, after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of it's men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger. The chef's claim was approved. 3. A man who shoveled snow for an hour to clear a space for his car during a blizzard in Chicago returned with his vehicle to find a woma...

So, we went camping last August to McCarthur-Burney Falls State Park .  Imagine seven people, several dogs, three meals-a-day and endless snacks.  Stress and dirt out of every orifice!  Packing and unpacking, shopping and cooking. Decisions of what to do and when to do it.  My husband and I had our once-a year-blow-out argument...all in the name of camping!  I can't even remember what it was about. "Special" Camp memories:  Camping is the middle-class's idea of roughing it.  Now, granted, I'm guilty as well.  We used to tent-it,when the kids were wee, but now that we require more comfortable accommodations, we go all the way in our 1978 Airstream ™ luxury travel trailer (not really, 'cuz when we're 'boon-docking', we can't use the shower or flush), which includes; an indoor toilet /a tiny shower, sink, stove, 'fridge and two twin beds [please no comment].  But, in the past few y ears I've observed that camping is the furthest thing tha...