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There's No Place Like Home

Well, we did it!! 31 one consecutive days of blogging! I'm pretty impressed with myself. Although, I have to admit, I was definitely getting a little burnt out by the end. This really was a challenge for me. I enjoy my weekends and some days it was hard to find the time to blog, but I am proud of myself for sticking to it and completing the challenge. A big thank you to Jenni for organizing this challenge and hosting all of us each day. It was such a joy to read the other posts and get to know so many new bloggers in the past weeks.


While I'm gallivanting around Las Vegas with my best girls, I'll leave you with this entertaining little memory!

Day 31: A vivid memory.

Just Click Your Heels Together and think, "There's No Place Like Home, There's No Place Like Home"

Are you all getting sick of my camping stories from childhood?  Not yet? Good.

When I was about 8 years old, one of our family vacations was a camping trip to Moab, Utah. Sadly, this was after the Vanagon days, and we were tent camping. My sister and I shared a pretty awesome, retro, tepee tent. It was old, and we had to bungee cord the poles at the top so it would stay upright.

Then on one fateful night, a storm came. A wind storm. And I was terrified. My sister and I laid in our tent wide awake.  Between every gust of wind, the tent would collapse on us. When the wind would pick up again, the tent would rise back up. My memory is like those dancing air figures they have at car dealerships. You know the ones I mean?

Of course, my sister thought that my melt down was rather hilarious. In the standard older sister fashion, she told me, "just click your heels together three times and say: there's no place like home, there's no place like home." At the time, I did NOT find that amusing AT ALL.

Finally, my tears led to my mom and I sleeping in the back of our SUV. And my sister ditched our collapsed tepee for my Dad's tent. For the record, it was so windy my mom even said it felt like we were sleeping on a train in the back of the car....or did I say that? What can I say? I take after my Gram, I don't like the wind!

As ridiculous (and whiny) as I sound in this story, it has become a great inside joke for my sister and I. I even incorporated it into my Maid of Honor Speech at her wedding.

I like to think I've gotten a lot braver since then, but sometimes I am still a total baby. 

I hope you all have an amazing weekend! I'll be taking the next few days off from blogging to enjoy a girls weekend with my best friends in Las Vegas! I'll see you Monday!




  1. oh you mean...Wacky Waving Inflatable Arm Flailing Tube Man?

  2. Camping stories are the best. I never get sick of them. Congrats on blogging every day!


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