All The Small Things

Now I know that I have your attention...

This weekend I went on a long and winding journey to a place far far away, up in the mountains. 1000 meters above sea level, where the ice was lying in sheets on the ground, and the windows were permanently frosted, and the air sliced its way into my tender little lungs each time I laughed, which was often. So often.

I went on this journey with a beautiful girlfriend of mine from Sassville, and approximately thirty teeny boppers, as we were the leaders and they the reason for the trip. Why I sign on for these things is anyones guess, as from the outside it seems madness to choose to go away with thirty hormone charged mixed gender teen. But in reality, it makes you feel both old and young at the same time, it charges you up and clarifies your thinking and keeps you on your toes and brings you absolute and unadulterated joy, along with opportunities to do the most wonderful things.

Besides myself and my beautiful girlfriend there was also Sez, a much older younger person, who stayed with us in the grownups lodge.

So I was on a coach with half of our charges, and we arrived at the next-town-along to pick up the rest of our chillins, as well as the leaders that that town had supplied. There was a young man who I would describe as Rather Cute, who had only just moved to town. He was from NZ, and had the most awesome and excellent accent (as you would imagine). His smile lit up the room, and he had the most gentle and sweet tempered nature - he spent so much extra time with the kids playing games out of hours and just having a ball. We shall call him NZ, for obvious reasons.

The other two adults were of the boys-in-blue variety (and Mrs. Macca will be interested to know that one of them (the youngen) knew and worked with both Dickhead D, and Stupid S, at the station in the Big Town We Grew Up In and disliked them both intensely!). There was an older one, who was married with kids just a little younger than me, and a younger one, who was pretty cute too.

My beautiful girlfriend and Sez decided on Friday evening that the younger one and I would make a good pair. They made loud conversation about how they were going to make sure we ended up in the same group, how cute they thought he was, and basically just behaving in a quite juvenile manner... much like our young charges, who had immediately decended into discussions about which of hte boys were cute and who should go out with whom...

I said that I thought he was probably married with children (although he wasn't wearing a ring, they pointed out) and they could keep their silly plots to themselves, as I was still not sure about where I was at with the whole BB thing, and could they please keep their everloving voices down as the walls were paper paper thin.

My beautiful friend told me that I was pathetic for wasting my time thinking about BB. Sez agreed. They then continued to bag me out, at volume.

*Sigh* Friends like these etc.

Each night we elderly folks gathered around our kitchen table and played some cards, ate some choccy biscuits and laughed our heads off. The three guys were absolutely hilarious, and although the stories wouldn't be nearly so funny in the retelling, during the evenings there was snorting, stomach cramps and spitting of beverages we were laughing so hard. Poor NZ made us crack up without even trying, "Kin you piss the tittys?" being a particular favourite, and becoming a running joke in the room... He wanted the Teddy Bear biscuits incidentally.

Getting up in the morning on the first day was an absoute treat, as the hot water service had died at some point during the night, and I got to have a cold shower with zero pressure - considering the sub zero temps outside, this did not fill me with joy.

Adding to our climate issues was the managements decision to limit the thermostat on the heaters, by pop rivetting a plate over the dial so that it wouldn't go higher than half way. They also took the rather extreme measure of entering the lodges while we were away... goldilocks style... and putting the dial to low. Bastards.

After discovering that this had happened no less than four times, I went and had a little chat with them. They didn't do it again, and my beautiful friend told me that they were scared of me. LOL - I have trouble believing that, cos I'm quite soft really and didn't really yell at them - I just requested firmly that they stop doing what they'd been doing. I didn't even yell at them - perhaps I should have. Perhaps next time I'll pack a tool set adn remove their damn rivets. HA! Cop that you heat nazi's.

So our first activity of the day had us doing various high ropes activities, and sporting some of these:

Which as you can imagine, was a pretty hot look over my six layers of clothing. The young ladies of the group were not impressed with what it did for their butts - kids these days have the most crazy silly idea of what they look like. Honestly, if I heard "I'm so fat" coming out of the mouth of one more stick insect I was going to scream, make a coffee and eat some more cake - in that order.

We did this:

Where I managed to get on top of 9 crates, beating NZ by one. Yay! LOL (We were using milk crates though, so it was higher than the photo)

We then went on to do some blindfolded bushwalking, which was quite hilarious to watch.

*************Chapter Break********************

 

(I'm knackered, adn going to bed right now. I think I'm already asleep actually!)

 

 

Sometimes this site has cards that are so right for the moment... they capture exactly what you are thinking or feeling.

Perhaps thats why its so popular? Because it makes you feel a little less alone, a little less unique in your fear, pain, wanting or even joy.

 

I guess this is what I was trying to say to BB.

I want to be good enough to love.

I AM GOOD ENOUGH TO LOVE.

 

And if he can't give me the love, then I don't want the f*ck either.

Its a package deal from now on.