Tires and Boyfriends

tireI do not have a boyfriend.

And the only reason this really matters is that there’s no one there to tell me to rotate my tires, or remind me that my tires need to be replaced.

These are the things I simply don’t think about.

It’s not that I’m an oblivious female – I can change a tire as well as change my own motor oil.

There are just some things I DON’T think about unless they’re staring me in the face.

Tires being one of them.

One of the reasons boyfriends EXIST is to tell their girlfriends these things.

I’ll never forget when my boyfriend Luke asked me when was the last time I packed the ball bearings on my trailer.

The answer wasn’t NEVER, it was “the last time I got the trailer serviced a few years ago.”

He proceeded to scold me and then he packed and greased my ball bearings.

No, that’s not a euphemism for sex.

It means he worked on my trailer for me.

I’ve decided that I need a boyfriend for all these GUY THINGS I don’t think about – packing ball bearings, putting air in my tires, replacing my tires BEFORE they go thread bare, etc.

So I’m interviewing.

Any applicants?

Must know cars (trucks preferred).

 

P.S.  I must give a shout out to my cousin Travis who took a look at my tires a few weeks ago and told me they needed to be replaced.  Badly.

Flashback unSCruz 2016 – Friday’s Downpour

IMG_9569UnSCruz was a pounding, loud, nipple-sucking, rainy weather, chilly, vodka-filled, sangria-soaked, cheesy good time.

More on the nipple sucking later.

It started out laborious.

We had to set up our camps in the pouring rain.

Definitely. Not. Fun.

Both Marina and I were challenged to operate in these adverse conditions and we finally found ourselves sitting around the table in my little tent trailer, eating KFC and taking shelter from ALL THAT RAIN.

Todd, Marina’s boyfriend, was a trooper. He kept our spirits high while he himself was soaked to the bone.

If I was on Survivor, I’d definitely want Todd and Marina on my team.

So my little tent trailer got set up.

IMG_9528I sacked out inside the tent and attempted to warm up with some vodka and lemonade before the evening’s festivities.

The rain stopped around 6 pm and we all ventured outside to cook dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and then go mingle with friends.

Ali Bar Bar was CRAZY FUN!

It could be that a girl, who shall remain nameless, wound up showing off her breasts to a handful of people, two of whom decided to play with her nipples AT THE SAME TIME.

Wild.

Much drinking and merriment ensued and I am happy to report I did not go to bed alone.

I had a bed buddy who helped me warm up my bed so I was nice and toasty before I fell asleep.

Sigh.

It’s the little things – like a nice warm bed – that make me happy.

Farewell Dolly

IMG_0170I just sold my lovely little tent trailer, Dolly.

I’ve had her for 10 years and used her on numerous camping trips.

Sadly it’s time to say goodbye.

What with my son buying a car (he’s 17) there’s no place to park my tent trailer at home.

I have wonderful memories of Dolly.

  • Eating pancakes with Jay and Mac (my white GSD) at Coastanoa.
  • Taking my boys to the Delta with Luke and going tubing.
  • Camping with my family on the Yuba River.

So many memories are wrapped up in that tent trailer.  It’s hard to let go.

Just cleaning her up for sale reminded me how much fun I’ve had with her.

Check out my baby:

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UnSCruz, Day 1: Friday’s Downpour

IMG_9569UnSCruz was a pounding, loud, nipple-sucking, rainy weather, chilly, vodka-filled, sangria-soaked, cheesy good time.

More on the nipple sucking later.

It started out laborious.

We had to set up our camps in the pouring rain.

Definitely. Not. Fun.

Both Marina and I were challenged to operate in these adverse conditions and we finally found ourselves sitting around the table in my little tent trailer, eating KFC and taking shelter from ALL THAT RAIN.

Todd, Marina’s boyfriend, was a trooper. He kept our spirits high while he himself was soaked to the bone.

If I was on Survivor, I’d definitely want Todd and Marina on my team.

So my little tent trailer got set up.

IMG_9528I sacked out inside the tent and attempted to warm up with some vodka and lemonade before the evening’s festivities.

The rain stopped around 6 pm and we all ventured outside to cook dinner (spaghetti and meatballs) and then go mingle with friends.

Ali Bar Bar was CRAZY FUN!

It could be that a girl, who shall remain nameless, wound up showing off her breasts to a handful of people, two of whom decided to play with her nipples AT THE SAME TIME.

Wild.

Much drinking and merriment ensued and I am happy to report I did not go to bed alone.

I had a bed buddy who helped me warm up my bed so I was nice and toasty before I fell asleep.

Sigh.

It’s the little things – like a nice warm bed – that make me happy.

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Dolly is staying home from Burning Man

Yes, it’s true.

I’m not taking my tent trailer to Burning Man.

My friend Tejas came over and took a look around and basically RAINED ALL OVER MY PARADE.

And even though he was probably right, I still wish he’d embraced the Burning Man spirit of making the impossible, possible.

Tejas is an engineer, and he is pragmatic and analytical. He’s the quintessential devil’s advocate. Just like my father.

Whereas I am creative and emotional. I’m the quintessential dreamer.

Yes, I know Dolly needed some work, but couldn’t he envision her the way I envisioned her – as a source of respite, color, and comfort on the playa?

Tejas felt my sadness over giving up Dolly. He offered the use of his tent from last year – a big 10’ x 14’ two room tent I have nicknamed Pete.

So it’ll be me and Pete on the playa.

There are several benefits to taking Pete to Burning Man instead of Dolly.

  • I don’t have to worry about towing Pete to and from the playa.
  • There’s less set up time with Pete.
  • I save money by using Pete.
  • I can ride up to Burning Man in Tejas’ RV The Motorbeast.
  • I can ride the Burner Express to Reno, visit my sister, then fly home.
  • There are much fewer things to worry about breaking.

So Pete has his benefits. It’s only the dreamer in me who envisioned Dolly all decked out on the playa, with fairy lights, new curtains, pennant banners, and disco balls who is disappointed with this turn of events.

I imagine I’ll be taking Dolly out to camp in the coming months just to prove to myself that I can do it and that Dolly can make it in perhaps less extreme environments.

But I’m sad.

Truly sad.

Dolly, exposed

So here is Dolly, in all her 1990s era glory, complete with mauve curtains and teal seat cushions.

But first, the beer I drank while I was hanging out in Dolly.  Sure, it was 10 o’clock in the morning, but aren’t you supposed to drink when you’re in a tent trailer?

And now Dolly, the right side of the tent trailer, showing the king size bed.  Note the dated curtains and cushions.  And the mess.

Now the left side of Dolly, showing the full size bed and kitchen area.  Grungy. [Please ignore my son’s airsoft weapons in the trailer.]

And finally, the kitchen itself.  Sad.  Pathetic.  God, that faucet needs to be swapped out.

imageAnd finally me, sitting in my tent trailer, happy as a clam to be working on it.  And VERY HOT.

So here are a few of the improvements I have planned:

New curtains.  I have 11 yards of vintage trailer fabric that I’m converting into curtains for the tent trailer.  Bright, festive, and colorful.  They certainly cheer the place up.  A touch of retro glam.

A new lock on the door:

A new faucet:

Freshly painted cabinets:

And, of course, stick-it-to-it vinyl faux wood flooring:

I am doing these remodels all on my own.  Perhaps with a little help from my friend Jeep.  But I’m insanely proud of myself to be tackling these chores solo since I’m usually the type to need a partner to keep me going.  And since the tent trailer has spiders, I’m having to confront my phobia at the same time. Brave and strong, that’s me.

Can’t wait to post pictures of Dolly after her makeover.

Somehow a spider got on my head

Somehow a spider got on my head.

Yeah, I thought I’d lead with that sentence just to let you know where this all is going.

I was working on my tent trailer this weekend, ripping down old curtains and sewing new ones when I decided to sit down and admire my handiwork.

All of a sudden I felt this tickle on my throat, like a bug was there or something.

I didn’t freak out, but I immediately reached up, grabbed the “bug” and threw it against the door of my tent trailer.

It bounced and landed on the steps out of my view.

“Please don’t let it be a spider…” I chanted mentally as I worked up the courage to check out what had been on me.

I leaned forward and saw this:

A big, fat, cream colored spider.

I nearly had a heart attack.

I wanted to burn the tent trailer to the ground to get rid of it.

My dad is the one who I attribute my arachnophobia to. He refused to kill the spiders in my room when I was young. Instead he’d trap them in a little baggie and shake the baggie in front of my face while I tried to hide from it.

Yeah, nice going Dad.

Anyhow, this spider I let run off. It took me 15 minutes to recover from the fact that this spider had probably been hitching a ride in my hair for some portion of the afternoon.

I’m still working on the tent trailer, but we came across a black widow on the outside of the trailer yesterday so I’m feeling a little skittish.

Try picturing me sleeping in this thing and not jumping at every little tickle and sensation I feel in my body.

Eeekk!

New Burning Man Project

I’ve spent the better part of 6 weeks planning my Burning Man trip [all except for a Vehicle Pass, which I need.  If anyone knows someone selling one, please let me know].  I even started packing.  My friend Chris who is a Ranger [Playa name ?] thinks it’s a good idea for me to start early and get organized way in advance.  But now that I’ve inventoried all my gear, packed my toiletries, backpack, and camping gear, I’m at a loss for what to do.

I need a project.

And I’ve decided that project will be my tent trailer.

This is Dolly:

Please excuse the surrounding mess.  I was in the process of setting up camp.

In any case, I LOVE Dolly.  She has provided me with a warm, soft place to sleep many nights out in the wilderness.  She has kept me dry during a weekend long storm.  And she has accommodated not just my 2 legged children but my 4 legged babies as well.  She is comfortable and homey and I like having my family sack out inside with me and watch movies (when we have hookups, natch).

Dolly, however is in sad need of a makeover.  Because she doesn’t look like this inside:

Dolly needs a little TLC right now and I’ve got the time and the money to give it to her.  Starting with new curtains, which I think go a long way to making her look spiffy.  I’m also thinking a coat of paint on those wood cupboards would be nice.  Perhaps some new hardware.

Years ago, I bought the retro camper fabric below planning to redo Dolly’s curtains.  Now I think I will finally dig in to it and make some curtains with it:

camper fabric betterI just can’t decide what to make the valances out of.  Maybe this red and white striped fabric.  Nothing says retro glam like red and white!

striped fabricIn any case, it’s going to be fun to work on this new project and have something fun and glam to take to Burning Man.  If you have any ideas, suggestions, or opinions, feel free to email me at michelle@unblunder.com

Cheers!