Blabbing and how to canoe

Images courtesy of T & J Canoe

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Last night at work was about a 5 on the shit scale as far as Tuesday nights go so this morning I got up and headed to the pool with K, D and Miss M. Miss M learned to swim under water today and was brave enough to hang out in the deep end with us so by the end of the summer she'll be a pro plus that's money saved on swimming lessons.

Tommorow we are headed to Lafayette in search of a bathing suit for D for the canoe trip on Saturday. I however, will be attempting not to purchase one because it's not a need, it's a want and I'm trying to curb my spending. Most likely there will be a post tommorrow about OMG, I got the cutest swim suit! My willpower is not strong. My bff, A, will be in Vegas for the weekend so I will be recieving texts that incite much jealousy but at least I have goodies to look forward to when she gets back and A always brings the best goodies.

If anyone is curious about canoing, here is my best attempt to explain. Canoing requires getting up at 5:30 am and loading your ice chest with beer, sandwiches and plenty of water. Then, we make the hour drive to a blink and you'll miss it small town where we bail off the road to a lovely place called T&J Canoe. We check in and sign the release saying that if we get shitfaced and die it's not Bearcat's fault (more on BC later, he needs his own post) Then we load up onto an old school bus and nearly die on the way down to the part of the river known as the "drop off point" where some very inshape country boys drag the canoes down. Then, we load our beer, jello shots and such in the canoes and get going. The trip down the river is 9 miles and we stop at various sandbars to swim and have a snack. The smart girls pick a strong man as a canoe partner to paddle and steer while they sit and drink beer. The problem with that equation is said strong man usually gets toasted by mile 3 and tips smart girl and him over only to let smart girl flounder while he says "oh shit" and chases the beer. The bend in the river is the halfway point and once you hit the bridge you're almost there. At the end, strong boys come and stop the canoes and we get back on the crazy bus again that takes us to our cars.