yup

If I hadn't bragged to you about how much lake glass I had found the other weekend then I guess you should call more often. Anywho, I found a bunch and have been pondering what to do with it all. Rather than become the hoarder that some of you already think I am when it comes to lake glass, driftwood and stones, I came up with a crafty solution.

Check out my new pieces under the title of "yup". The idea is beng an Upper Peninusla Yuppie. What it translates to is funny sayings and using up vintage materials, oh, and shopping more at thrift stores.

Really there was a Mosquito on the back of your Head

Four day weekend, you tired me out. Trout Lake, St. Ignace, and a moose sighting.

I'm too exhausted to write any funny stories. Just enjoy the pics. and I'll figure out what to type later, as soon as my hands stop swatting with their muscle memory at invisible mosquitoes, a carry over trait from the weekend attacks.

I Think I am Getting Married...

...or rather renewing my vows in 20+ years...at a state park...in an old pavilion...overlooking Lake Huron. I have way too many moments where I find an ideal location for a wedding, and have that moment like, awww shoot, I wish I hadn't already gotten married because then I could have my wedding here. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband (at least most of the time), and love my son (all the time), and really enjoyed our wedding and all the details of it, but when you find yourself sitting in an old timber pavilion, with a huge fireplace inside, surrounded by trees on three sides and overlooking Lake Huron 100 yards away along a boardwalk leading from its large cement steps, you find yourself thinking: now this would be a beautiful spot for a wedding.

P.J. Hoeft State Park has everything a big girl dreams of. The white sands, blue waters, stones, a few treasured shell fossils, one piece of lake glass, and a hugely cool timber and dune shoreline.

The pebbles seemed to make perfect compositions in the sand only to have been created by God's hand. The pencil thin lines left by the waves rolling in and out over the sand are something of a printmaker's design.

This was the best two day camping vacation. It's not really camping unless you get rained out at 6:30 in the morning and pack-up all your wet gear in the cartop, soaking your clothes straight through, while your son eats doughnuts inside the Jeep. Yay to tenting it in bear country, with a storm front moving in, and picking the lowest site in the campground.