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While I certainly agree with this statement, I can not claim to be able to do anything remotely mechanical, or electrical, or plumbical (I know it’s not a word but it should be).

I was out today in my camper trying to redecorate and by that I mean put up some pictures and plaques.  It was not pretty.

I have that awful stuff from the big box DIY store that looks like bead board but is made out of some weird crap called Masonite.  You can not easily pound nails into it. And I should know better because we had it in our daughter’s room and it was near impossible to put anything up on her walls.  But I am an eternal optimist or a bubble off of plumb as I attempted to pound tiny little nails into the walls of my camper.

And to make matters worse, it was HOT in there.  And I don’t do HOT.

After a good hour of pounding, missing, pounding, missing, cursing, pounding, bending the nail, cursing, pounding, dropping the nail, cursing, looking for the nail,cursing, sweating, pounding, missing, cursing, cursing, cursing, I decide I needed to plug in the electricity so I could use the fan.  I really contemplated turning on my AC but by now my brain was fried and for some reason I instead chose the fan.

Fan is running and I decide maybe using my new little drill might be easier than pounding in nails so I plug it in and attempt to figure out which way is forward and which way is backward…”righty~tighty, lefty~loosely”.  Then I have to figure out how to put in the drill bit (oh my gosh, is an electric screwdriver the same thing as a drill?  This is shaped like a gun, so I am assuming it is a drill….am I right?) and does it need that long attachment piece?  By now, I have been baking at 375 degrees for way more than an hour and I look at the fan and I notice that the cord is in the front of it (it is a really cool old vintage fan) and so I turn it around and lo and behold, I had had the fan facing backward….about now my frustration level is up around “I need a hot fudge sundae as big as a mixing bowl” and I am just about ready to either cry or set the damn thing on fire.

I am having some gal pals over on Saturday and I wanted to have my camper all redone in my new theme (vintage cowboy) and of course, I wait until the last possible moment because stress must be my drug of choice and I’m an addict.

Ok, drill in hand, I find some screws and attempt to screw one in.  Can’t remember which way to push the lever to make it go in, have to look again at screw gun and try each way to see which is “tighty” and which way is “loosey”.  Put screw back up and start driver and screw falls down behind cushion.  Locate screw while adding new words to my cursing vocabulary.  Put screw up where I want it, not sure which way to push lever AGAIN, take screw down, push levers to see which is “tighty” and which is “loosey” all the while thinking I must be on the brink of dementia since I can’t seem to remember how to run the *&%^%$ drill.   Third try is the charm, right?   Nay, nay.

Now the screw has fallen on the floor somewhere and the sweat is dripping off my face and my Van Wave temper is just about to blow and I am debating on either throwing the drill through the screen door or just screaming at the top of my voice until I stroke out.

How flipping hard can it be to put one tiny screw into a piece of real beadboard?  Seriously…… I raised a child.  I held jobs.  I drive a car.  I sang Italian arias.  I have created hundreds of different pieces of arts and crafts.  I should be able to screw one lousy screw in and pound a small nail in straight, right?

Apparently not.

I have resorted to smashing tacks into the walls with a hammer and hand screwing the screws in after smashing a nail in to make a hole to screw the screw in.    After putting up a couple of things I decided it was time for a break and a cold one and a hot burrito would make it all better.

Two hours later, I am still breaking.  I may be breaking all the rest of the night.

Your Queen (who can’t do anything normal)





THIS IS WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE WHEN WE BOUGHT IT BACK IN JUNE OF 1213 imageimageimageimageimageimageimage   TODAY


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It is not fully completed.  I still need to paint more on the outside and to seal up the paint.  I used a fantastic paint called, “Annie Sloane Chalk Paint” for the both the inside and outside of the camper but it needs to be sealed.  I also need to paint the bumper and the tongue and the wheels but none of that will get done this year as tonight will be my last night of having her (The Bohemian Babushka) untarped.  Tomorrow she gets all buttoned up for winter 😦

I would have loved to have kept her “on display” in my front yard and decorated her for Xmas but I am not sure if that is good for the camper or not.  At least the tarp keeps the snow and ice off of her.

In looking back, there are some things I would have done differently.  A bathroom is definitely a necessary room if you have anyone camping with you!  I would give up my “bedroom” space if I could get Scott to make me a “water closet”.  I think I may have to hire someone next year to do it for me since he has big plans of his own and spending time (for the third summer) working on my glamper is not a high priority for him anymore.  She is road worthy and I am grateful for all the hard work, time and money he put into her for me!

Now I have to learn how to tow her and set her up and take her down all by myself.  Scott went with me on our maiden camping voyage but got some very strange looks from all the other men in the campground when he would come and go.  Actually, we both got some odd looks!  I think they must think I am some old pot-smoking hippie as my camper does look a bit psychedelic and I do have colorful dreads…LOL

Our one camping trip took us to a really nice campground down in Sturgeon Lake during Labor Day weekend.  I took a drive around the grounds one day and every camper there, save one, was newer and huge.  I felt like Bette Midler’s character in the remake of “The Stepford Wives”!   (If you haven’t seen the movie, you must watch it.  Bette’s a successful author but lives a life filled with “Creative Clutter” and it drives her husband crazy!)  I kept waiting to be asked to leave since obviously we were the oddballs there (so what else is new?) but everyone who came by to check us out was very nice and a couple of folks really liked the camper.  I would have loved to have been  a fly around the morning coffee pot in the rec hall and heard what folks were saying about us!!!

I am hoping next year to do much more camping in the Bohemian Babushka and wish I had a Glamping Sister to come along with me in her Glamper.  If I get my bathroom, I will have to sleep on the dining table and cushions that make up into a bed but I still have a bunk above that for the grandbabies to sleep on so what more do I need?  And if Scott wants to come along, I’ll just throw a blow-up bed in the back of the tow vehicle and he can sleep there!

Did you notice that I have no sink or stove?  That was intentional.  I never cook while camping and if Scott is around he can cook anything on an open fire or grill.  As long as I have my morning coffee and bread and peanut butter, I am good to go!  I am all about “relaxing” when it comes to camping.  (Scott says he can’t understand why I like to go camping since I do “relaxing” at home just as well.  But at home, I feel somewhat guilty doing nothing but when I am camping, I have NO guilt just reading or knitting or sewing or napping.)

So grab your checkbooks and get out there and find yourself a little camper of your own and come camping with me next summer.  I promise we will have the time of our life.  I wonder how you would say, “Let’s Go Camping” in Latin????

(Best I could find is Latin for “going camping”….ire movebunt castra primi…hmmm, not quite as catchy as I had hoped…tho “movebunt” is now my new favorite word…as in, “I gotta movebunt outta this chair and get some food”!)

Until next time,

I remain the Queen of my own kingdom,