I survived...

So, I may not have survived cancer or a natural disaster this past weekend, 

but I did survive tent camping with ten boys under the age of 10and their fathers.

On top of that, tent camping in New England in May is... 

shall we say... a crap shoot.

It can be really hot or it can be really cold, oh and rainy too.

We got the later with pouring rain and cold.  

As I checked the weather and my Facebook page from my Blackberry 

at 11:30pm after the rain began, I did get some "tehehehe's" from my chick friends 

who thought I was crazy to go on the camp out.  

I went for one reason... this guy

who in this picture is fishing with 

an old school fishing pole of a stick and line, 

just because it is cool to kick it

old school from time to time...

This guy doesn't seem to think about, or care that I am a chick.  

He had the choice of me or his dad and

he picked the chick.  

Now his dad is about as "outdoorsy" as they come, but me and my boys do have

a bond with scouting.  

So... when all the dads were packing up with their boys for the big camping weekend,

there I went.  

Granted, being a tomboy growing up and spending lots of time camping helped.  

I also made a promise to myself that I would not be the 

"token chick" and get stuck doing chick stuff.  

I did not prepare one ounce of food and did not clean any dishes.  

So, even though the temp dropped and the skies opened up at night, it was a great weekend that I will remember for more than just what we did, but how it gave me a better understanding for how my son sees me in this world...