the adventures of Mrs. Fuzz

We got back yesterday from camping in a little place I'd like to call Paradise. HF is a volunteer for the search and rescue in the area and had to do a little work with another friend of ours who is also a volunteer. Both of our families went along for the trip and we enjoyed a luxirious and private camping area. We had a little river/stream going through the site, with a little bridge as you can see that leads out to many of the park's trails. HF brought a hammock for the kids and that was played with nearly the entire time. The weather was gorgeous during the day, pretty cold at night with thunderstorms. Our tent leaked a little bit. So the nighttime was pretty much the only misery, but we'll be better prepared next time. The kids were in heaven, I was in heaven, and I am wondering why we aren't doing this each and every weekend. HF only had to leave a couple of times to do work stuff. They had one emergency that they responded to, and were essentially just the base camp for other volunteers and workers so they had to have their HAM radios on and listening and responding occasionally. . I love everything about camping. Camp food, setting up camp, hiking, listening to the rushing water at nighttime, roasting marshmallows, campfires, etc.  Even though it's not very glamorous and we get dirty and smelly, I come home feeling like we've had a little R&R. The kids did not want to leave. The only mishaps other than the leaky tent, were one kid going over head first into the river, and my 20 month old throwing everyone's shoes in the river, which kept the kids and adults busy for a while running down the trail after the floating shoes. Also, the said 20 month old worked on his pitching arm and clocked a few of the kids in the face with some rocks. Luckily, no one was seriously injured.

Later, our daughter presented us with this "Saftae (safety) map".

I'm glad she has a plan in place just in case. . .  (the map goes from our house to her friend Bradley's if you were wondering)

And finally, I hit somebody's car today as I pulled into a parking stall. I've never done anything like that before. I was so mortified. It just scraped the car. There were no dents or anything. I was on the phone with my brother and he was telling me my options because I kind of started freaking out. I decided to leave a note, but the guy came out of the store to get in his car as I was getting my kids out of their seats. He looked to be about 25 or so. I smiled and said hi, and told him what happened. I asked him what he would like me to do. He said over and over not to worry about it and that it wasn't a big deal. I insisted that it was. Finally, he said he really didn't want me to worry about it and that he would take care of it. I was so embarrassed, but I thanked him and went inside to do my shopping. When I came out there was a note on my windshield. This is what it said:

Dear Ma'am,

Thank you for telling me about you scraping my car. Do not worry about it. I appreciate your honesty, and showing your children a good example. I do not have children but it probably takes a lot of hard work. Keep up the hard work.

-Jason

Wow. I chose the right car to scrape up, didn't I? What a nice and gracious person. We need more Jasons in this world. I probably won't see this guy again, but he really made my day.