What Would Luke Skywalker Do?

I got to go camping two weekends in a row, am I a lucky owl or what?

This time I was hootin' it up with the Bad Moms Club.

I was reunited with my valentine, the gnome.

I got to wear my own club shirt.

The Captain joined The Don for party time. The little gnome is cute, I guess, but he's not my gnomie...


I met some new friends - camping friends that live in Wendy's camper. There's little gnome again, and the hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil monkeys. You might recognize the guy right next to me.

One of our fellow campers, however, did not.

She said, upon discovering all of Wendy's little camping friends, "I see a little gnome, and some monkeys, but who's the Star Wars guy?"

Um? Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who died on the cross to save us from our sins? That Star Wars guy?

The funniest part was that the woman who said it is arguably the most religious of them and inarguably the most church-going of them. Didn't recognize him out of context, I guess.

That could pretty easily lead me into a whole diatribe about the huge gap between spirituality and church, but I'm gonna let it drop. 'Cause there's probably a huge gap between spirituality and Jesus action figures, too. And I need to rest up for my next vacation.

Back to the Woods

This weekend I was packed up again and unpacked in a place where owls like me feel most at home (Well, owls, anyway. There aren't many owls like me...) - the forest.

Yep, this weekend they took me camping.


The family were like different people out in the woods. They were super-mellow and I liked that a lot! Of course Tammy and I got up early every morning to read and write and commune with nature. There are a lot of birds making noise early in the morning, who knew? (I'm nocturnal by nature, remember?) It was no hootie hoo, but their songs were pretty. For morning birds.

Check it out! I even had my own door to the tent!


I admired Shelby's boots so much that she let me try them on. I thought they looked great, but no-one saw fit to let me keep them - or even wear them for the rest of the day. Boots are for people, blah blah blah...


Of course I liked the nights the best, when I could sit around the campfire with my gnomie.

All the coolest folks come out at night.


Lea let me sing while she played her guitar: Whooooooo are you? Whooo whoooo? Whooo whooo?

I had forgotten how much better everything tastes outside!

What a great weekend, I hope I get to go camping again real soon! Do you think next weekend is too much to hope for?