my name Isobel married to myself
as is usual i have a shit ton of photos to deal with, each one is special, sentimental, reason why i can never (and refuse to) skim it down.
i was balls hung when i woke up friday morning i thought we might have to go up saturday instead that’s how bad i was. i started feeling better around 4, taking pictures of the blythe book in the car kept me distracted then i was finished and felt completely nauseous. it went away after a pepto pill thankfully. before that every time fil coughed it rattled me and i thought i was going to ralph.
i will get you all don’t worry!
i knew this compulsion was fucked up so i kept it secret for a year then i was over it. or limited it to in my mind, acknowledging every single passing object in secret.
at the slip.
whimsy.
i am in a metal hair band called HAIR and we sing songs about conditioner and wide tooth combs.
tarley and i wore matching outfits both days accidentally. until i changed out of my blue dress into outfit 3. and 4. and 5 6 7…
planning ahead.
i wanted to get pictures and video of them assembling the tent but it was up before i knew it.
DON’T FORGET THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME CAMPING STOP THE WORLD CALL THE PAPER.
so instead i ate a sandwich while rascal observed.
kaine busted that camera saturday nite at the rain dance tent party then took it apart to “fix” it.
smallest tent ever. there’s an air mattress folded in half in there, you can see it trying to explode out of the thing. i would choke on suffocating claustrophobia if i had to sleep in there.
guys are weird.
this whole yard turned into a gypsy shanty town by the next nite. pretty neat. i may or may not have overheard some carnal knowledge the second nite THROUGH MY GODDAMN EAR PLUGS.
setting up.
lovely lovely lovely. absolutely. eccentric and lovely, my favourite.
a new (to me) and most welcome addition. perfect for my competitive assholism.
wishing well.
i love cottage chic.
does this pot come in large? no? only small?
delicious pasta.
i am sentimental over these guys and i am happy they remain unlit.
HI FRIENDS REMEMBER ME OMG HII HII HI I’M BACK!!
clearly our tent.
thanks again valency (and your husband) the flight suits have been gettin’ some great mileage and their story has been told numerous upon numerous times over.
these dinks have been friends since their early teens. alex by the stove is the blushing groom and father-to-be. he is a phenomenal fanatical chef.
what a cute knocked-up mama shari makes.
it was awesome how clear these light pictures turned out. ugh.
that chicken was delicious.
i heard there was a party happening this weekend can i come?
these aren’t even close to being in order.
it blows my mind feeling something growing inside someone else’s stomach i cannot get over what it must feel like for the woman.
dinner.
nice christmas outfit fil. you shoulda got inside kaine’s tent that would have been a nice picture.
la lune and awesome clouds. we all agreed we wished we were on drugs.
buncha cousins and besties.
trying to time a jump.
crouching down to capture it you can’t tell at all.
gettin’ there.
what a tolerant woman. five stars.
by sunday we had two of those hats in our tent. fil looked like a cross between jamiroquai and r. kelly.
see? R. kelly. took me awhile to get that name out. i’m like, looks like a rapper that raped underage chicks. i forget the first guess and it likely wasn’t funny anyway. then of course no it wasn’t rape it was peeing on her. snore.
then chris came back dressed as a leprechaun.
kenny, he is in awe of you.
GET OUT OF MY FACE R KELLY!
i was talking mad shit (as usual) and totally winning til i excused myself to take a wizz. then it was all downhill from there. bocce tip: hold it in until the game is finished, that pressing tension in your bladder works in your favour and pissing afterward is your reward on top of winning.
and that was the best my hair was going to look all weekend long.
for once i wasn’t psychotically hung each morning. water water water and limited my drink drank drunks. this island is notorious for hangovers for everyone.
nick the prick on the right (also an old time friend of the boys). he told me i have an attitude problem (pot kettle black much!) i told him he had a correcting problem and he took it to heart, saying he got it from his dad and made a point to try not to do it as often. at one point everyone was arguing about sting and the police, he got on the mic and said I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE – STING IS AN ASS-HOLE. hilarious.
so midsummer’s night dreamy meets midnight in the garden of good and evil.
bedtime.
so tell me, every time i bent over friday nite this is what happened? thanks guys! those pants have gotten looser on me and i just washed/dried ‘em.
dicks.
just in case i wake up with an nauseating-induced anxiety attack in the middle of the nite. (didn’t)
phil’s loon call plus me REMINDING you this was my first time camping wow give me an award. why do i have to ruin every video by opening my stupid ass mouth? one thing i learned about camping/tenting is it kills your ankles crawling around in there sitting cross-legged and i also learned that i am a total princess and anal about getting leaves and twigs inside so you keep your feet and legs on the outside and remove your shoes ok bye i invented the great outdoors.
and now i will bathe for the first time since friday. my nose is totally lobster red and my hair, i don’t know if it is even brushable. i basically have dreadlocks, curls, and pockets of knots.
ps. leave a comment on this crap i put lots of work into it and i can see how many and who is on my blog at any given time, all you do is silently lurk then leave. RUDE. like right now there is 23 of you. before that 45, then 18, then 12, then 26 etc etc etc.
1)i hate camping.
2)princess too when it comes to sleeping outside
3)you are adorable
4) Phil’s drink face makes me laugh
wait’ll you see pictures of him dancing. apparently he was blackout wasted. has no recollection.
Hi Raymi!
I read you all the time…and the other day my sister said something and I said, oh hey I read this blog..and she goes yeah, I read her too! And it was great because my sister & I are very different people, you wouldn’t think we would read the same kinds of blogs. So, thanks for the “bonding moment”,ha. Also, hi Claire!
i cant believe you’d never been camping before!
can i ask why you didnt go as a kid?
aw that’s sweet suzanne.
jodie i roughed it up in rustic cottages instead. there is also a notorious story about the one time my dad went camping with my mom for a weekend and their friends. my family is more the beach cabin resort pampered type.
Oh man.
I need a Betty & Veronica Double Digest ASAP. My addiction is still there, apparently.
I read this post cover to cover. I am going camping this weekend & am now scared of being claustrophobic. Esp. if i wake up at night having to pee & it’s pitch black & 30 degrees & muggy & my face is swollen & my hair is stuck to my face. Can’t wait!
empty bladder before bed, if you wake up and have to go try and fall back asleep in the spooning position with one arm between legs resting between thighs, bending (tuck position) aleviates pressure off the bladder. leave shoes by the foot of bed in case you cant hold it.
I just recently started reading your website and then spent all my time going through your old posts. You are hilarious and always make my crappy days a little better.
Also I came here to say hi Suzanne!
thank you for giving in to my bossy demands.
Now that you’re a camper, check out Hillside next year! Camping and music and mud and camp fires and (ugh) drum circles until 5 AM and fun times!
Your tent looks just like ours, only a different color. Love the dresses hanging on the tent! And sparkle hats are ALWAYS a good idea.
Is lurking and reading the same thing? I have social anxiety blog disorder (probably) (maybe), and am hesitant to join the conversation.
the second nite i dragged fil to bed by one and could still hear the bass through my earplugs, it made me almost barf.
I live in Calgary and when we go camping it’s always in the mountains. Whenever nighttime comes, I’m always unreasonably terrified of wild animals. (bears and cougars mostly) Anytime I hear noises in the woods I always freak out and think there must be a rabid, wild animal somewhere near by and it’s going to attack. We always bring bear spray when we go camping and take special precautions with leftover food at the end of the day like burn, throw it out several hundred feet away, or tie it up in a tree, so that it doesn’t attract the bears. Adds a whole new thrilling element to your camping experience, but also makes it really hard to fall asleep because you can’t stop listening to every little noise outside the tent.
number one: The reason you didn’t have a childhood camping experience is because you spent summers in Haliburton in a cabin.
So instead of being a camper, you were a cabin-er with plumbing.
number two: Your hair looks beautiful that colour, much richer, don’t do black again
number three: I’m glad to read you are drinking lots of water and less drinking….much healthier and your panic attacks should lessen
Number four: you always hid your OCD’s, kept them a secret
but that was a funny one
its weird how you can outgrow them or they just disappear
When I was a kid, I couldn’t miss a stair or I’d have to go back and start over again
they mind is complex and frustrating at times
Number five: I have Hailey on Friday and maybe having her friend over for a sleepover
Should I let them camp in the backyard ,
didn’t you do that once?
*hug*
I used to love camping and the shoes stay outside. You are great, the world needs more Raymis.
yay camping, boo mosquitoes.
Looks awesome and beats my working retail all weekend!
Did you make smores? If not, you gotta go camping again… oh and someone is normally the dedicated guy to bring a guitar and sing around the fire!
Also, you’re looking hot and skinny! (of course).
I played that same game for the first time this weekend. But we didn’t have balls so we did it caveman style, with rocks. I did very well- I think because I named my rocks. Now we have something in common. Bye.
I don’t know if I (personally) consider what I see here “camping”. But whatever it was, it looked like it was fun!
“fil looked like a cross between jamiroquai and r. kelly.” was so unexpected, had I been drinking something it definitely would’ve been all over my monitor.
hilarious.
My last camping trip was a couple of years ago and these photos got me feenin’! As soon as the weather (down here) cools I definitely gotta go.
Pregnant camping? That woman is brave. I’ve never been camping either, but I sure as hell wouldn’t have done it when I was pregnant.
I just finished a two-month camping road trip across the US. It was difficult. I love tent camping, but I hate being responsible for food and lighting fires, etc. Also I cannot shit in the woods. My body will just hold it for days even if I’ve been drinking.
But it was a really fun trip anyway!!!
I acknowledge this post.
I enjoyed the commentary that you typed under the pictures.
What a wonderful blog!
What a wonderful young lady you are; and Fil is a wonderful man! Even Cid is wonderful. I will never, ever again discuss American Health Care with you, George Bush is History and never needs to be mentioned again! MG and I are on wonderful terms and never scream at each other!
So, there is no reason for you to be hostile to me!
See? Everything is wonderful again!!!!!
I posted and you aren’t going to scream at me, right?
… “I was balls hung when i woke up friday morning i thought we might have to go up saturday instead that’s how bad i was
… what does that mean??
yeh i drenk a lot of dronks til i was drank over this past weekend too, just crawlin back to work now.
cheers to roughin it
gledwood – balls hung means hungover same for wicked hung, shit hung, scary hung etc etc.
diane – shari (pregnant) slept in the cottage in bed. there were too many people for beds to go around henceforth “camping”
and yeah kwil i don’t think it totally fully counts if you get to run indoors to take a piss.
i can appreciate washrooms. can be better than peeing in the woods, toppling down a slippery slope and scraping your woman parts all over moss, dirt, rocks and whatever else (yes that happened)
I like the pics of the tiny tent with the air mattress exploding out of it hahaha
Raymi,
This is my first post on your blog. I have to say, thank you so much! You gave me goose bumps. I love you and Phil and hope we have great times together for years to come! You were a great sport to sleep in an tent! And you looked gorgeous at the reception. The prettiest girl there!
Lots of Love,
Shari
baby steps with the camping thing. i personally think its one of those things people always say they want to do but once your there..dirty, wet, eating crackers….it looses its charm. especially if it rains. (which it did for me this year and explains why i am such a bitter betty over it)
aw shari you are the cutest don’t make me cry again haha
yeah erin it rained oh well we were buzzed enough for it