Camping Mishaps...

[alicat]

This might be one of those "you had to be there" type things, but I have to post anyway. Also be warned that I tend to be long winded with posts and this will not be an exception!

I live in Michigan and yet for about 20 of my 33 yrs. we have driven 4+ hrs. to camp at a beautiful Provicial Park in Ontario that is on Lake Huron. Many, many funny story's have come of our trips but last week has to take the cake on the "scratch your head and say wha?" scenarios. My Dad had a heart attack 3 yrs. ago and due to his recovery and then work getting in the way, this was the first time we were able to go camping in the last 3 summers. My sister was on her honeymoon and my DH had to work through Wed. (trip was Mon. through Fri.) so it was just Dad and me until Wed. when DH came up.

I should state now that my Dad has a new lady friend of about 2 mths. and none of us kids knew he had already given her a key to his house.

1st. event: DH and I lived at my Dad's house for 6 yrs. until a few yrs. ago so we both have house keys. My Dad lives in the country on 10 acres so crime isin't a huge problem. DH leaves for work at 5 am and due to the drive to my Dad's, we arrived at his house at 5:30 am. We unload all my camping baggage from our stuffed-to-the-gills Probe and go to the back door. Dad had thrown the "key only on the inside" deadbolt out of habit and therefore my knob key was useless and I was locked out at 5:30 am on one of the coldest mornings we've had thus far this summer in MI-in a T-shirt and shorts. My Dads an artist and thankfully he hadn't locked his studio/pole-barn, so I was able to sit in there and smoke while trying to keep my eyelids open for an hour until he woke up and yelled out the back door "Ali, are you here?" (Duh, look at all the camping gear laying on the back walk!) O'kay, he noticed it, but still yelled anyway as if I'd decided to hightail it down the road.

2nd. event: Dad and I get to the campground and set up shop. Dad realizes he can't find his pillows. Must have forgotten to pack them. I can't get ahold of DH until the next day to tell him to bring them so Dad uses an extra blanket as a pillow. I call DH the next day and tell him to get them before coming up.

3rd. event: Because our Probe's tranny is on it's last leg, my sis and her DH are supposed to meet my DH at my Dad's to switch up cars so DH can use their Jeep and actually make it to Canada. Remember now that no one knows my Dad's GF has keys to the house. DH goes inside and cannot find my Dad's pillows, only flat empty cases on his bed right where the pillows should be. He's thinking my dad is senile and just couldn't find them in our gear (wha? we packed every square inch of the pick-ups bed and cab to fit everything in. It was really a work of art and engineering as it always ends up being). He searched the entire house (a large turn of the century farmhouse) and the pole-barn and came up flat. So, he grabbed the little decorative pillows off of the guest bed and brought those.

4th. event: After DH left my Dad's, my sis and her DH were still there and notice one of my Dad's bathroom carpets rolled up laying on the back walk. Sis figures Dad forgot about it being outside (cleaning or something) and puts it in her car to clean in his absense. She notices a bag with Dad's GF's toiletries on the back porch and assumes he stuck them there when we left for Canada.

5th event: DH gets to the campground and tells us he couldn't find the pillows anywhere. DH realize's Dad's not senile because the pillows are no where to be found at the site. Dad thinks he's going senile because he forgot said pillows and they now cannot be found.

6th event: Dad's GF thinks she's going senile because the rug is missing when she gets back from a quick errand. Meanwhile, my sis and her DH are out all day on Wed. and sis decides to call Dad's GF and ask if she knows anything about the rug that was outside.
Dad's GF say's "don't worry about it I already talked to ____ (my sis's DH) today about it". So, my sis is thinking this woman is senile because she's been with her DH all day and not once did he get a phone call. Turn's out Dad's GF really talked to my DH and mixed their names up talking to my sis.

So, 6 people in 2 different countries are utterly confused about a rug and 2 pillows for 3-5 days.

Final event (if you're still with me by now!): We get home on Fri.. We have a bonfire at my Dad's on Sat. where the whole truth is discovered. My Dad's GF came to Dad's house Mon. after we'd left for Canada. She decided that his pillows and rug needed to be cleaned. She put his pillows in her car and brought the rug outside. At this point she realized she was running late for a dentists appointment so she left her toiletries (don't quite know why) bag on the back porch. DH, sis and her DH show up to do the car swap thing. Pillow search ensues, rug is taken and all leave. Previously stated confusion follows simply because no one knew GF had house keys.

Extremely simple explanations and yet we all thought at some point that there were alien abductions of inanimate objects happening to our family.

Again, maybe a "you had to be there" situation but one that had us laughing our asses off at the bonfire when all the elements were brought together from all parties involved and finally 'splained.

I don't think I mentioned that duty-free alcohol played a role in the head-scratching and confusion that lasted all week long... At least for those of us that had crossed the border! I don't think anything as funny is bound to happen with the hooch bought coming back across the border though...

Ali

[mokle]

I saw DH so many times I lost track of who it was

[MrFlux]

What IS a DH?

[skier]

Da Honey. I suspect a husband or boyfriend of alicat.

[mokle]

Never, ever heard the saying "Da Honey'.

[Fremen]

I thought it was cutesy for dumb husband. *d'oh!*



/wha?

I saw camping mishaps, was thinking about somebody getting drunk and falling over the campfire, or falling off the dock...

[alicat]

Sorry for the confusion. DH is one of the few internet abbreviations I use and thought it was commonly known. It stands for Dear Husband/Hubby. I kind of like "Da Honey" though! Reminds me of those old "Nut 'n Honey" commercials.

[Redjake]

that whole scenario sounds like something that would most definitely happen to me



last time I went camping a huge preying mantis jumped on my head and I acted like a school girl

[Temporary_User]

Damn, last time I went camping all I did was get drunk and chop a tree down!