I am a sucker for alliteration, I can admit it. And perhaps sleeper creeping isn’t the appropriate time for using a word like “contingent” in the event that the perpetrator is yours truly - however, you never know when a sleeper is going to present his/herself. Hence, the creeping is contingent upon the availability of slumberers. But maybe not. After all, I don’t know english good. Enough discussion about the title, already. Sheeesh.
It’s go time.
My whole family is in Colorado. It’s great. I love having them here. Something about living with somewhat decent people for some 17 years makes you sometimes miss them. And with Hannah starting college, Lij being 6’1” (at least), and Sam (best-known as Pablo) having armpit hair and being desperately asked by our mother to shave his ‘stache… I’m really starting to notice that whether I like it or not, my siblings are getting bigger than me and I’m about to get paid back for all of that childhood torment. Here’s to hoping they don’t remember too much of the days when the size differences were reversed. In all seriousness, everything goes swimmingly as long as the two middles have enough wifi to FaceTime with their significant others. They just love when
the rest of us I join in on their conversations.
Alright, the purpose of this family vacation? My argument is “who needs an excuse to come to Colorado” and I think most of the clan would agree. But the littlest Campbell is a skateboarding pro in the making and likes to spend some time at the Woodward @ Copper Skate Camp. He won a pretty sweet deck in a “game of skate” yesterday. This camp is nuts. They have sub-sections of cheer, snowboarding (ya… they shoot snow on the park in the middle of summer… and I give Phoenix and Vegas shit for their it-does-not-make-sense-to-have-water-dependent-life-in-the-middle-of-the-desert-ness…), and I think there might be more. But all the kids live in dorms and have tons of different activities to do each day. Such as tie-dying or diving in the foam pit.
Having worked at the Boys and Girls Club for three years I both envy and feel sorry for those camp counselors.
Before we dropped him off we had to feed him. On our way to lunch my mother dearest nudges and points off into the distance by the river. Ya, mom, lots of people sleep by the river here… OH MY GOD SOMEONE IS SLEEPING BY THE RIVER. Quick, get out your phone. (Technology. I swear.)
I know, I know. I’m quite the vision in that floral blouse.
My mom and my friend Molly love it. Not. They just don’t get me. I’m so misunderstood.
However my grandma and my friend Shelby really do love it. At least some people don’t hate on my fashion skillz. Is this the right time for #yolo?
Alright. So we sleeper creep, get lunch, drop off Sam, and go to some place by Red Feather that my folks are renting. Here is what we are welcomed by:
This is real… real gross.
I was mortified. Sharing helps me cope. Thanks for letting me share. Well you don’t so much have a choice. But whatever.
Ick. And this is only in one room. And it doesn’t include the cow-hide rug, the antler-legged coffee table, or the animal-skin bar stools that are also in that one room.
There is a guest house. The living room in that place has a stuffed coyote. Deer and elk heads. And a stuffed squirrel. The stuffed squirrel is placed in the support beams. What is wrong with people? Ok.. I won’t answer that.
Just know I am currently on the couch in the room with all of the dead stuffed animals and it is all together unfortunate. Minus the view of the mountains. Why these people have the preference of seeing animals hanging on the wall, life-less, instead of seeing them live their natural, animated lives outside the windows I do not know. #weneedarevolution.
Also, I fell asleep on the couch last night. I woke up to my mom and sister creeping on me. I thought you should know that this whole creeping thing is not a one-way street.
over and out.