Deer Camp; Lapse in Blogging; New Bathroom

It's the second week of deer camp and all the guys are here. We drink, play cards and shoot the bull but never shoot no deer. The only time we leave the camp is when we go for beer. The second week of deer camp is the greatest time of year!

Have you heard this song? It is a really funny song. But I think it sums up pretty well what REALLY goes on at deer camp. Grown men all together in a cabin, cottage, or camper and they don't have to watch their manners, they don't have to put the toilet seat down, they can do the Al Bundy position (hand down the front of the pants) while watching TV, get rip roarin' drunk, not make the bed every day, fart and burp without the wife making a disapproving scowl. They can act like the 8 year olds they are at heart, playing practical jokes on each other and just be plain asses and no one cares. They can let loose and just do just about anything short of getting injured or arrested and it's okay. It's their escape from reality. Away from the grind. Really. Where else can you take a shower with special hunting soap that takes away your own natural smell and then sprinkle deer urine on your shoe laces, use deodorant that doesn't smell like anything, put on your gear then go sit in a tree stand for hours and hours (yawn--oh sorry) and wait for a deer to mosey by so you can shoot it, gut it, drag it out of the woods, take it to a butcher or processor, then pay X number of $'s per pound for meat that you harvested your self?

My dad hunted for years. Never got a deer. Went to Uncle Jim's cottage every year. Came home with......Drinking stories! They were at the bar in Stoneboro (I think it's the bar my cousin now owns) and so and so said this or so and so did that. Funny stuff. I just can't remember any of the stories now. Dad went small game hunting too. Did he get anything? Rabbits, pheasants? Absolutely. And mom cooked them, too. Just never got no deer. Why? Cause.......
It's the second week of deer camp and all the guys are here. We drink, play cards and shoot the bull but never shoot no deer. The only time we leave the camp is when we go for beer. The second week of deer camp is the greatest time of year!
_______________________________________
So, yes, Dave. I know. I haven't blogged in a week. By the time I had time to blog, I was too tired to think. So I waited till now. See we've been really busy here at the Rump household. We've been make preparations for a VERY special visitor who will be coming next month. NO, not Santa! MY SISTER! Man I am getting excited. Then I think about all the stuff I still have to do and wonder if there's enough time. But, somehow, it will all get done. And it will be beautiful....
________________________________________
The biggest thing is the remodeling of the bathroom. Painted the ceiling and walls. New linoleum on the floor-which meant lifting out the commode, and tearing out the vanity sink. We used the same commode, but got a new vanity and sink with new faucet, new towel bar, towel ring and TP holder. There will be a new light fixture and new medicine cabinet w/mirror. These two things are not up yet. Prolly do that tomorrow night and then that will give me the weekend to clean and put everything back in--towels, wall decorations, shower curtain. Hopefully, the camera was able to process the before pictures I took before it died. When all is done, I will take after pictures and post them all. So, yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus, but we are getting ready for sister Darlene!!!!!