I’ll be really honest, here, my idea of a weekend camping trip is a nice Holiday Inn Express, somewhere. It’s not that I don’t LIKE the “great outdoors,” exactly. It’s just that it’s buggy, lumpy and dirty. It’s either so hot that you are afraid to move, or so painfully cold that you are afraid to stop moving. Sweat, ICK! Decidedly unladylike.
I just want you to know that I’ve tried. I have! And there were witnesses. I’m pretty certain that any one of the members of my Council of Advisors would whole-heatedly agree that Janelle only belongs in the woods for very limited (and highly supervised) periods of time.
I have one friend (we’ll call her LeAnn – which happens to be her actual name) who is nature personified. She is a real camper. As real as it gets, my friends. Like in the mountains of Colorado camping, in this thing called a Yurt. I didn’t even know such things existed! No electricity. No indoor plumbing. Nada. And, apparently people PAY to use them!
She claims that it was a fabulous experience. I’m confident that she BELIEVES it was good fun. But Dear God in Heaven…with no place to plug in your blow dryer, how are you supposed to survive? I mean, really, can you run a Keurig off of a generator? Is that even allowed?
I, along with three other Members of a Council of Advisors subcommittee, usually take an annual girlfriends trip somewhere, and we have done both Big City fun and, well…nature. Interestingly enough, LeAnn functions very well in either environment. While I can’t say the same for myself, I have allowed them to drag me – by boat – all over a lake in an inner tube, for example, all in the spirit of good fun. ICK. Lake water!
After said weekend trip, as I lay collapsed across my couch in full recovery mode, trying to work up the courage to drag my lake-battered carcass into a long, hot shower, I glance across the room to my as of yet unpacked suitcase – where my dog is having an absolute fit. To my utter horror, a hitch-hiking scorpion is winding across my living room carpet, smirking at me with an “I’m your worst outdoors nightmare” expression! This, THIS is my reward?
Sometimes, however, it’s not about the “outdoors.” It’s not about ME, as painful as that might be for this Leo to admit. It’s about something much bigger. Yeah, yeah…I’m talking friendship. The kind of friendship that transcends icky lake water, bugs and stinky socks. (They’ve seen me without make-up, after all!). For these women, I would do almost anything. Except the Yurt. I don’t think I can do the Yurt. (LeAnn, I’m sorry. You KNOW I’m afraid of the dark!)
With the help of her daughter/business manager/keeper – Lauren, Janelle Stafford indulges her love of bling and coffee at www.caffeinatedgems.com, where she also blogs about random observations (which almost always involve bling and ALWAYS involve coffee!).