My Mom & Camping

I'm going to begin by saying that I'm intentionally trying to keep this post light-hearted. You can accuse me of either not being serious or playing the role of the littlest sister to a tee. But just maybe you graciously understand that if I were to write about my mom right now (who this past week suffered a stroke, underwent brain surgery to remove a tumor - thankfully benign - and is currently in the hospital receiving intensive care and therapy) I would weep until I was out of tears. I'm sad. I'm scared. I'm feeling helpless but not hopeless.

So here is my Jeff Foxworthy inspired list of "You might be a (red-neck) camper if you ..."

• You might be a camper if you pack an outfit for each day and end up wearing the same shirt all week.
• You might be a camper if you wet wipe your feet clean before bed.
• You might be a camper if deodorant is considered a shower. (Which in this case, it's too bad that your wife forgot to pack yours and you now smell like cucumber and melon.)
• You might be a camper if you sleep in a sandy bed.
• You might be a camper if you have a great tan but bad hair.
• You might be a camper if you brush your teeth at the fire pit. (Some may use this as their nighttime urinal too but I'm not telling you who (Jeff).
• You might be a camper if while you're driving down the highway your camper door pops open and the crank that is used to pop up your pop up falls out. Thankfully you remember you are surrounded by fellow campers who have cranks.
• You might be a camper if you know how to make more than three different kinds of fire treats.
• And finally, you might be a camper if you drive home from the campground in your pajamas.

Love & love to you all and if you're a praying person, heck, even if you're not - please say a prayer for my mom.