This time of year always seems to get a bit crazy for me. Usually it’s end of school term combined with Rolling Thunder / Ride of the Patriots (which I volunteer for) and various activities with the kids. This year, it’s all pretty much the same, with the exception that I’m starting a new school term. Yup, I’m in summer class this year. I’m taking yet another writing class, and already have two papers to critique, two short stories to read and I had to turn in a short story and have it critiqued…and there’s only been one class.

Needless to say, I’ve been busy.

This weekend, however, should be a good decompression type of weekend. I’m going camping with about 25 other people, and it sounds like it’s going to be quite the debacle. I just got back from camping with my daughter two weekends ago. This weekend is all about “adult time”, as in no kids, lots of alcohol, firearms, and even a stripper pole.

Who knows, get enough alcohol in me, and I’ll get up on that stripper pole myself. Whoa…that’d probably scare everyone else sober. Best not.