Monday, September 13, 2010

Our Money?

I didn't blog much last week, but that was because I had jury duty, which is another story in and of itself, but more importantly . . .

Guess why I was too busy to blog this weekend? I'll give you a clue, it looks something like this:

Yup, Mr. G and I set out on our very first camping adventure. Mr. G loves to camp and rock climb and does it with his friends all the time. Earlier this summer they drove 17 hours out to Colorado to camp and climb for a week. I had to work so I couldn't go on that trip, and I've never camped with him before so I was excited to have this little weekend away with him.

Here was the adventurous part: having to stop our car because of possums running into the road, but I'll get to that in a minute.

He met me at my parent's house (where I live) after work on Friday. Rush hour traffic was exceptionally bad on Friday so I didn't get home until like 6:45, making us get on the road at like 7:30. We then had a loooong drive to Southern Illinois.

(Towards the middle of the drive was where Mr. G was tired and I was all "don't worry, I'll keep you company!" and I fell asleep for an hour and a half. Yeaah, some travel companion I am!)

We got off the express way around 12:00 am, but it took us until 1 am to find the camp site. It was so foggy, we could barley see anything in front of TB's car, and there were no street lights, so it was totally creepy. We also had a deer run out in front of the car, and two different possums . . . which by the way, aren't as cute as I thought they would be. They're mean looking things!

Anyway, long story short: 5 hour drive, can't find anyone we're supposed to meet to camp with, no cell reception, pitch tent at 1am, decided said friends did not make trip because of rain, sleep in tent, not so comfortable, light rain, wake up, light rain makes rock too wet to climb, hike, pack up tent, drive to grandpa's house about 45 minuets away as to avoid sleeping in the tent the next night.

Hope you enjoyed the abridged version. None of this was all really important, I just wanted to mention the possums.

The whole point of this was we ended up at my grandpa's (my pawpaw) house. Mr. G and I planned to meet Pawpaw on Sunday to take him out for lunch on the way back up to Chicago, but we surprised him at home on Saturday instead.

I promised to pay for lunch (which hasn't happened before because I've never had a full time job when visiting), which Pawpaw tried to fight but I did it anyway. After lunch, in the car, my pawpaw then thanks Mr. G for lunch.

Wait! . . . what?

I'm pretty sure I was the one whose debit card payed for our pulled pork. I pointed as much out to Pawpaw and he said:

"Well, yeah, but it's not just your money anymore. It's both of yours money."

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(That was me being speechless).

Mr. G and I had a good laugh about it later, and we know that 8 months (plus one day) from now, it will become our money, but I didn't know other people were thinking the same thing!

Anybody else have funny grandpa moments?

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