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Summer Clam Bake

1-IMG_6067Even though we don’t live near the ocean, I wish we did. I miss the sound of the waves, the smell of the salt air and the plethora of fresh sea food. I would move back in a heartbeat if I wasn’t so terrified that one day a huge earthquake will hit and the coastline will sink.  So, summer time usually means a trip to the coast to say a quick “hello” to the ocean and gorge myself at a restaurant on the Harbour Quay.

This summer, the trip will not be possible, so we are doing the next best thing and having a clambake. Without clams, since we couldn’t find any to purchase, and we baked it in a roaster oven instead of a pit in the sand. This is basically the equivalent of someone who gives a recipe 5 stars on but changed the whole thing – “Yes, I loved this recipe for deep fried cod, but I made a few changes and used tilapia instead of the cod. I also chose not to deep fry it since I’m trying to be healthier and chose to wrap it in parchment paper with a slice of lemon on top. Was fantastic! Will definitely make it again.”

The history of the clambake dates back to pre-colonization when the First Nations people along the coastlines would cook their seafood in large pits dug in the sand. Hot rocks would be layered at the bottom of a pit, topped with seaweed, clams, mussels and Sebastian’s ancestors (or predecessors) depending on where you place Ariel and her mermaid family on the timeline of evolution, and topped with another layer of seaweed. 

When we think of clambakes, we also think of beer. And homemade potato chips. And pie. Cherry pie to be exact. Because we are obviously super wholesome people. Warrant kinda wholesome.



And we did them all to perfection. Best and easiest dinner ever! Pinkie swear. 


Decorations, aka. ambiance:

It was a lot of fun and easier than we expected. We will definitely be planning a clambake 2.0 in the near future.

And, while we’re speaking of parties, don’t forget to check out our Top 10 Most Interesting People at a Party – R. Dolly.


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Barkerville Brewing Co.



My Aunt Mona and Uncle Cecil are always super fun to be around and I wait like a stalker in the bushes for their yearly visit. They lived here for only a short period of time before moving too far away for my liking but they now live closer to their own children and, while I realize that my cousins have first dibs on them, it doesn’t make me miss them any less. My cousins are just as awesome and fun to be around as their parents which makes the betrayal a little easier to accept.
While they’re here, they usually move their motorhome between my parents and siblings’ yards so that they get to visit with each of our families. Coming home after work and seeing their RV set up in our yard makes me giddy. This year, in addition to taking them on a night cruise on R-Dolly’s party boat and swimming in the middle of the lake, my husband came up with a fantabulous idea and made plans to visit a local craft brewery.

In February 2014, Barkerville Brewing Co. opened it’s doors in Quesnel, BC and was the first craft brewery in the Cariboo region of British Columbia. Since opening, the Barkerville Brewing Co. has won two Canadian Brewing Awards and five BC Beer Awards.

Visit the Barkerville Brewing Co. website for further information and descriptions of their core brands and seasonal offerings.

“Beer has long held an esteemed place in British Columbia’s Cariboo region. The original Barkerville Brewery was built by an Italian man by the name of Nicolas Cunio. Constructed in 1865, the brewery was located in an empty lot between Barkerville’s drugstore and Masonic Hall. Cunio’s Triple X Ale amassed a number of prizes in the local fairs and, story goes, the beer gained its unique flavour and superior quality from natural spring water drawn from a nearby hill.
But, on September 16, 1868, the town of Barkerville was reduced to a mass of smouldering ruins, with charred timber and heaps of rubbish replacing what was once the metropolis of the Cariboo. The first lick of flames appeared on the roof of the saloon near the centre of Barkerville a little after 2:30pm and, just one hour and twenty minutes later, the entire town was nearly burnt to the ground.
Although the city was immediately rebuilt, with 90 buildings reconstructed in just six weeks time, the original Barkerville brewery did not survive much longer: it burnt to the ground again in the 1880s. It has taken over a century for a Barkerville Brewery to once again rise from the ashes and stake its claim.”

We’d never been to this brewery before and I was extremely excited…for the pizza. I’m not a fan of beer past the first ice cold sip. I had two sleeps until our lunch date and I was filled with anticipation every time I thought about it. Finally, The Day had arrived. We walked in and the first thing we noticed is the huge custom-made “Timber Kings” table. You can watch the episode where they crafted this beauty and the multi-beer bottle holder here.


We wandered around looking at the merchandise and then got down to business.
Everything on the menu was sourced locally and we ordered a couple of pepperoni and capicola “Red Tomato Pies.” I was deciding between water and Pepsi while the guys each picked out their choices for their first set of beer flights and I was happy for them. Really, I was. The woman must’ve noticed my sad, yearning look because she said, “Oh, by the way we also have wine flights.” I was so happy that I almost leapt over the counter to hug her. Except that my legs are too short and I would’ve had to first climb each rung on the bar stool and then up onto the counter before crawling across it and finally lunging towards the floor on her side. Which would have been fatiguing and honestly, not very pretty. So, I carefully took my wine flight back to my table while trying not to trip on anything. I’m extremely accident prone and the last thing I wanted to lose was my unexpected, yet precious, wine flight.


The wine was from the Prince George winery Northern Lights Estate Winery. Out of the four types of wine, only one was iffy. Iffy in the fact that I would drink it if it was put in front of me, but I wouldn’t go out of my way to purchase it. The other three were magnificent. The highlight of our lunch was when my uncle sat down and placed his first beer flight on the table, flapped his hands and said “I’m so excited!!!!” Both my husband and uncle like different types of beer and they both found some new beers to add to their “must have” list. My husband purchased a growler of “Prospector’s Pilsner” for us to enjoy at our clam bake. I check every day and, so far, he’s resisted opening it.



The pizzas arrived and it was the best fucking pizza I’ve ever eaten. And we’ve tried many types of pizza over the years. The crust, cheeses, sauce and meat were all orgasm-in-your-mouth delicious. I could go on for days about the bliss that pizza created and I’m so happy that my anticipation of pizza perfection was realized. There’s nothing worse than the disappointment of unrealized expectation (I typed ‘unrealized sexpectation’ twice. Coincidence? I think not.) My rating for the Barkerville Brewing Co.’s atmosphere, food, drinks and service is 10/10. I can’t wait to go back and this time it’s for more than just the pizza. 

~C. Dolly~







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Summer Solstice



Stonehenge – Photo Courtesy of C-Dolly

We Dollies decided to throw a low-key boating excursion to celebrate the 2017 summer solstice a.k.a. Litha a.k.a. Midsummer’s Eve. We live in ‘Beautiful British Columbia’ so for us, that fell on Tuesday, June 20 at 9:24 pm. Low-key, for The Dollies, was a whopping four people and it was perfect. The word “solstice” is from the Latin solstitium from sol (sun) and stitium (to stop) because the sun appears to stand still on the solstice as it reaches it’s highest point in the sky. The summer solstice is the day with the most hours of sunlight during the year.

I had the opportunity to travel to Europe when my girls were little. A friend called me up and asked if I wanted to go with her. Ummm…let me think abo…FUCK YES!!!!!! My husband is not a museum lover, so he happily stayed home which meant more travel money for me. My awesome second mom and dad came and stayed with him to look after the girls while I was gone. We signed up for a Contiki tour and went to London and Paris with day trips to Scotland, Bath and Stonehenge.

Guess what the fuck was in the British Museum??? Bog Bodies!!!

Tollund Man

I’m the weird Dolly who is in love with horror and weird shit so I’ve learned a lot about bog bodies since that trip. Unlike most ancient human remains, bog bodies have retained their skin, hair and internal organs due to the unusual conditions of the surrounding area including: highly acidic water, low temperature, and a lack of oxygen. These conditions work together to preserve and severely tan their skin. While the skin is well-preserved, the bones are generally not, due to the acid in the peat dissolving the calcium phosphate of bone. I spent a lot of time inspecting the bog body of the Lindow Man/Lindow Man ll and the oldest mummy ever found: a 5400 year old Egyptian body originally named “Ginger” because of his still visible red hair. “Ginger” is now known as “EA 32751” because of recent ethical policies for human remains. Sensitive bitches unite! So, anyhow, poor “EA 32751” (who would probably prefer to be called “Ginger” because it’s more humanizing than a number) was found naturally preserved in a shallow gravesite with pots and flints surrounding him. One theory about how the bodies ended up in a bog is: “Celts do appear to have performed human sacrifice as part of their religious rituals. And, since the Druids were the religious/scholar/priestly social class, they almost certainly would have participated in human sacrifices, and probably officiated at them.” – Celtic Studies Resources


“EA 32751” a.k.a. “Ginger” – Photo Courtesy of C-Dolly

This made me question what I would like to be buried with. I’m going to choose my most prized possession and be buried with my husband so I can be clutching his mummified penis. Upon further reflection, said penis is going to have to be taxidermied first so that it doesn’t shrivel down into a dried flattened piece of raisin-textured skin. I want to be gripping that shit in all it’s glory if we are ever exhumed for research or to prove that I didn’t poison him.

Plus, how awesome would it have been to live near a bog? Your husband pisses you off? You send him towards the bog to retrieve the flint tool that accidentally fell out of your hand and onto the material floating on the bog. He lovingly goes to retrieve it and WHOOOOOPS….another bog body!


One of the highlights of the trip was going to Stonehenge. It was truly, mind-fuckingly amazing. I can’t even explain the feeling you get when you approach the massive stones. I don’t think anyone could accurately put into words how that feels. It’s massive and the history is fascinating.

Stonehenge is an ancient prehistoric site which has been a place of worship and celebration for the summer solstice for thousands of years. It is considered by many as a sacred site which clearly marks the summer solstice. If you stand at just the right spot inside Stonehenge on the day of the summer solstice, facing northeast through the entrance towards the rough hewn stone outside the circle – known as the Heel Stone- you’ll see the sun rise above the Heel Stone.

The summer solstice celebration at Stonehenge attracts hundreds of druids, pagans, wiccans and spectators who gather to celebrate the Sun God from dawn until dusk. Litha is the pagan name for Midsummer’s Day, or summer solstice, and is traditionally marked with yoga taking place at the break of sunrise and sunset. Other rituals that are followed at Stonehenge on this significant day are: fire rituals; meditating in nature; magic, chants and prayers; dancing and music; and setting up Litha altars around the bonfire.

The Dollies decided to celebrate the summer solstice in style! We chose to worship the sun god while on the water. We had our cocktails and dessert made before starting our homemade pizzas with a delicious homemade marinara sauce. Check out our Top 10 Plants for the Modern Mixolologist’s Garden which we picked fresh for our recipes.

We loaded up the flat-deck party boat with our food, drinks and dessert and headed out to the middle of the lake to take in the solstice at 9:24 p.m. It was relaxing, fun and even inspired a little karaoke (I haven’t sang in front of anyone other than my husband and children.) Thankfully, it was dark by that time because voices carry a long fucking way over water. We’ll just blame it on the power of the summer solstice. 

Take a look at “Wood, Glorious Wood” for an unconventional guide to choosing a staff.

Summer Solstice Menu

We created summer solstice headbands and also made the beautiful Dolly her own little Tu-Tu.

~C. Dolly~

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Wood, Glorious Wood



I love anything magical, paranormal, and fantastical. While horror movies and zombies are at the top of my list, I also love: dragons, wizards, fairies and the like. I’m all-inclusive when it comes to anything out of the norm. I also have a dirty fucking mind. It’s a curse because, depending on who I’m with at the time, I can’t always share the first thing that pops into my head. Censoring shit is truly exhausting! Unfortunately, for all y’all, when I read this article on Litha, the staff that popped into my head wasn’t created with wood from a tree. All I could picture while reading this article was dick (sorry, mom). I’ve broken the article into paragraphs with the original article’s paragraph first and then my interpreted paragraph following. Here is a link to the original from ThoughtCo. 

Many Pagans use a magical staff in rituals and ceremonies. While it’s not a required magical tool, it can come in handy. The staff is typically associated with power and authority, and in some traditions only the High Priestess or High Priest carries one. In other traditions, anyone may have one. Much like the wand, the staff is considered symbolic of male energy, and usually is used to represent the element of Air (although in some traditions, it symbolizes Fire). Like other magical tools, the staff is something you can make yourself, with a little bit of effort. Here’s how:

Many Pagans use a “magical staff” for rituals and ceremonies. The staff is typically associated with the power and authority the High Priestess wields over it. Any woman can own one, if they so choose. Much like the smaller and less effective wand, the staff is symbolic of male energy and can represent the element of air or fire. If you luck out and find a staff that represents hot, burning-out-of-control fire, you’re gonna be one happy girl. Like other magical tools, the staff is something you can create if you know how to work it. Depending on the staff and the level of power you wield, it can take little effort or a lot of effort to create.

Step 1: Choose your wood


If you get a chance to go on a hike, while you’re out there roaming around you should take the opportunity to look for a good piece of wood for a magical staff. Ideally, you’ll want to find a piece of wood that has already fallen from a tree — do NOT cut a piece of wood from a live tree just because you think it would make a nice staff.

While out roaming the lands with your other Priestess Bitches, keep your eye out for a good piece of wood to claim as your very own magical staff. Ideally, you’ll want to find wood that has separated itself from whatever it had previously become attached to — do NOT claim a piece of wood that is still attached just because you think it would make a “nice staff.”

“A magical staff is typically long enough that you can hold it comfortably in your hand, vertically, and have it touch the ground. Your best bet is to find one that is between shoulder height and the top of your head. Hold the stick to see how it feels in your hand — if it’s too long, you can always trim it down. When it comes to diameter, you should be able to comfortably wrap your fingers around it. A one- to two-inch diameter is best for most people, but again, hold it and see how it feels.”

A magical staff is typically long enough that you can hold it comfortably in both hands, vertically. Also, make sure it doesn’t touch the floor. That would be a slow, painful death. Hold the stick to see how it feels in your hand — if it’s too long, you can NOT trim it down. When it comes to diameter, you should be able to comfortably wrap you’re fingers around it, but again, hold it and see how it feels.

Step 2: Remove the bark (and sap)

To remove the bark from your stick, you can use a knife (not your athame, but a regular knife) to strip the bark. This will also help you to shape the staff, if there are small irregularities on it, or to remove excess bits of branches.

To remove the bark from your stick…who are we kidding here. Unless your last name is “Bobbitt” you NEVER want to put a knife near your wood and you definitely don’t want to use a knife to remove “irregularities” or “excess bits.” Take your wood to the nearest Pagan healer to fix that shit. As for re-shaping the staff, if you’re occasionally looking for a little variety in your wood, there are many merchants or “penis peddlers” in your vicinity who, for a little coin, you can purchase all shapes and sizes of wood. Some even “magically” vibrate all on their own!!

With some varieties of wood, you may want to soak the staff so that the bark is wet, making it easier to strip off. Some types of wood, such as pine, are easy enough to strip the bark off by hand if you choose.

With some varieties of wood, you may want to soak the staff so that the wood becomes wet, making it easier to get off. Some types of wood are easier to get off, especially wood that’s previously only been self-handled. Most types of wood are easy enough to remove the sap by hand, if you choose.

Use a piece of light-grained sandpaper, or steel wool, to sand the wood down until it is smooth.”

No. Just fucking no.

Step 3: Finishing your staff

Once you’ve got your wood shaped and sanded, you have a couple of options. You may want to drill a small hole at the top so you can insert a leather thong — this comes in handy when you’re waving your staff around in ritual, because you can put the thong around your wrist and reduce the chances of accidentally flinging your staff across a room. If you like, you can also decorate it by carving or burning symbols of your tradition into it, adding crystals or beads, feathers, or other charms into the wood.

Once you’ve got your wood “finished” you may want to cover it with a leather thong. This comes in handy when you’re waving your staff around during a ritual to reduce the chance of your staff being accidentally flung across the room (the images that original sentence invoked made me laugh out loud while sitting in a crowded coffee shop.) If you like, you can also decorate your staff with a bedazzler (hey, if bitches are crazy enough to bedazzle their vajayjay they are probably crazy enough to bedazzle their new wood. #crowlife.)

It’s generally not considered necessary to use a polyurethane finish on the staff, and in many traditions it’s believed that to use a synthetic finish will block the magical energies. However, some people choose to oil their staff to give it a light shine – if you do this, use an oil that is plant-based, rather than petroleum-based.

It’s generally not considered necessary to use a lubricated finish on the staff, and in many traditions it’s believed that to use a synthetic finish will block the magical energies. However, some people choose to lube their staff to give it a light shine. I prefer using naturally produced vag-based lube to give it that special shine. However, if you like using an alternative lube, make sure you use water-based lube and not petroleum-based.

Step 4: Consecrate your staff

In many modern Pagan traditions, magical tools are consecrated before use. This achieves a couple of things — one, it purifies the item before it is used to interact with the Divine. Secondly, it removes any negative energies from the tool. This is particularly handy if you aren’t sure of a tool’s past history or who owned it before it came to you.”

***Holy fucking fuckity-fuck!!!!! That paragraph didn’t even need changes! It worked perfectly. I can’t wait to see what my husband’s reaction will be when I ask if his wood wants to interact with “The Divine.”

~C. Dolly~






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Fishing in the Dark


When I started to write this article, I realized that I’ve experienced three types of camping. All three have been vastly different and it’s been fun thinking about my camping memories. Perfect camping for me is now a trailer with a tv, dvd player, air conditioning, shower and a real bed. Fuck it, I’d just take the real bed…and the air conditioning.

When I was a child, camping was filled with reading, swimming, riding bikes with  my siblings, fighting with same siblings, and fishing. Fishing was my least favorite thing to do. Unless the fish were actually biting, then I’d happily worm up my hook and catch some fish to clean and cook over the open fire. For some reason, I loved cleaning fish. Maybe it was because it was always a surprise to see if there were eggs inside or not. Plus, I loved the feeling of the fish guts. I know, fucking weird. It’s a good thing I didn’t choose to become a surgeon because it would have been awkward when asked why I chose the life of a healer to say “Because I like the feeling of your intestines between my fingers.” If the fish weren’t biting I’d read in the boat while my family fished. My parents always said that you catch more fish when it’s raining so we’d still have to fish if it started to rain. I’d sit on the floor of the boat, huddled underneath my rain poncho and read in the red light that filtered through my shelter. If you ask my parents what the worst thing about camping with me was, their answer would be my asking “How many scoops?” every damn time they asked me to make a pot of coffee. I wasn’t being sassy. Numbers will forever be my kryptonite.

Before children, camping meant my boyfriend (now husband) and I taking off in our Toyota pickup with pillows, blankets, chips, water, and a can of ravioli or some other food in a can that you could sit on the edge of the fire pit to heat up. *ALERT!! Don’t forget the can opener like we did on one occasion. We looked at the tools in the truck and the grease/oil caked on them and decided we could survive off of chips and water for the night.* We’d spend 5 minutes packing the truck, drive an hour and a half to a forestry campsite and start a fire. We were the only ones there in the middle of the week and could skinny dip and do whatever dirty things we wanted to each other while being one with nature. We slept in the truck while listening to music with the sunroof open like a portal to the stars. The song that we listened to the most and reminds me of those trips whenever I hear it is Fishing in the Dark by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.

Then came children. It became a lot more work to shop, pack and unpack for relaxation. I guess the work/relaxation ratio kind of evens itself out by the end of the trip. Tenting is fucking evil and if I never inflate another air mattress in my lifetime I’ll die a happy woman. The first trip with a new air mattress usually works as intended. Somehow, even if it’s in perfect condition when you deflate it and carefully pack it away (using 2 people to hold it and fold it so that it doesn’t touch ANYTHING), it has a slow leak the very next trip. Not packing repair patches, even with a new mattress, leaves one parent sleeping on the inflated mattress with the kids and the other parent sleeping on the ground. We rotated nights for ground duty. It was surprisingly much warmer sleeping on the ground but the next day my body felt like it was 80 years old.

Our pre-children forestry getaway campsite is the first place we took the girls tenting when they were little. It was on a weekend and the site was full with people wandering everywhere. My oldest daughter was using an outhouse for the first time and when she was done she yelled, as loud as her little voice would go, “Where’s the flusher??” That still makes me smile. That was also the trip with the one flat air mattress.

As much work as it is to go camping and as much as I detested tenting when that’s all we could afford to do when the kids were small, the memories that we have will make us smile (and sob quietly on the inside) and hopefully be continued on by the girls with their families. I hope they experience tenting with small children, just once, so they know how much I fucking love them because of the years of pain and suffering I endured in that asshole tent.

Check out our Top 10 Ways You Can Ruin Your Family Camping Trip.

After reading Beerlicious Volume 1, The Art of Grillin’ & Chillin’ we wanted to try a menu of make ahead, easy to prepare food for our next camping trip. We had a great evening listening to live entertainment in the park and then returned to their house at 9 pm and fired up the grill. Everything had been prepared early in the day and was ready to throw on the grill. This made for a fun, relaxed dinner with our two families. The number of planned and impromptu dinners our families have had over the years is too many to count, especially for a number-phobe like me.


Make Ahead Menu

We also took the grilling theme to the next level (just like Cotton Weary did in Scream 3) and made two completely different campfire grills:


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Beerlicious Volume 1, The Art of Grillin’ & Chillin’

BeerliciousCropI would like to start off by saying that my husband is a fantastic cook, but lately, due to our hectic lifestyle, his cooking hasn’t exactly been blowing my skirt up.  His dinners of glazed salmon with mushroom risotto and home made cream puffs have been replaced with kraft dinner, canned tomato soup, microwaved hotdogs and fried eggs.  Over the years, I have started buying him cookbooks that I thought might subtly drop the hint that I would like more than indigestion for dinner. Beerlicious Volume 1, The Art of Grillin’ & Chillin’ by Ted Reader was one of said purchases.

If you love eating meat and drinking beer, then you’ll love eating meat that has also been soaking in a lovely beer bath before being grilled to perfection (sometimes, I like to dim the lights, light a few candles and give the steak some privacy because, after all, a relaxed steak is a delicious steak). After leaving the book laying around on the counter for the prescribed period of time with no results, I decided to wipe the dust off and flip through it myself. There is not one recipe in this book that doesn’t sound over the top delicious, and I really really do want to eat some of them, but I am a super lazy cook and the 2 pages of instructions per recipe is a little overwhelming for me.  After discussing the book with my husband, he said he also had come to the same conclusion – hence the layer of dust on the cover.

I don’t like a purchase to go to waste though, so I have been slowly wading through the book. First, I read all of Mr. Reader’s tips at the beginning of the book in regards to grill, heat and cuts of meat and found it very informative.  Then, I started by making some of the rubs and sauces. All have been excellent, and my favourite so far is the Bone Dust. Just like Ethel Herman and her Frank’s Red Hot Sauce, I put that Sh*t on everything!

Overall, I would have to say that the majority of the actual recipes sound like a heart attack in waiting, and I think there’s a reason why none of the nutritional info has been printed in the book. The pairing notes from Roger Mittag for the beer makes for some interesting reading and I learned a lot about beer and grilling, even if I will never make a lot of the recipes due to their complicated nature. I have taken the basic tips (beer marinade, spices, rubs, etc…) and use them quite frequently. There are some interesting side dishes that I would still like to try and have added some of the simpler recipes into our dinner rotations, such as Diva Q’s Double-Grilled Jalapeño Beer Cornbread and Früli Apple, Rhubarb, and Strawberry Crumble

Bone Dust™ BBQ Seasoning

  • 1/2 cup paprika
  • 1/4 cup Chili powder
  • 3 Tbsp salt
  • 2 Tbsp dried coriander
  • 2 Tbsp garlic powder
  • 2 Tbsp granulated sugar
  • 2 Tbsp curry powder
  • 2 Tbsp hot mustard powder
  • 1 Tbsp freshly ground black pepper
  • 1 Tbsp dried basil
  • 1 Tbsp dried thyme
  • 1 Tbsp ground cumin
  • 1 Tbsp cayenne pepper

Combine spices and store in an airtight container in a cool, dry, dark place. Keeps for up to 3 months. (makes 2.5 cups) – R.Dolly



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Trailer Park Princess

17861581_1526967553981178_3428384196533705647_nThe snow has melted, the ice has come off the lakes and the grass is green! It’s time to dust the cobwebs out of the trailer and put on your favorite trailer park clothes! Let’s go camping! And, in case you are confused, We don’t mean camping out in the woods, we mean camping from the comfort of our respective home on wheels with full hook ups! These girls are not using an outhouse! We both have a fairly healthy dose of germophobia, and public washrooms and outhouses are not even in our vocabulary. Road trips are horrendous and I am careful not to hydrate at all until I reach my destination. I have been known to go HOURS, sometimes even days, without going to the washroom if my only option is an outhouse or a roadside truck stop. Not super healthy, or so I’ve been told. On the flipside though, we make excellent time!

To prep for the season, we decided to throw a ‘Trailer Park Princess’ party.  We dressed in our very best trailer park style (for our version, please see our Top 10 List for this month), made ourselves some Trailer Park Princess Cups, added some personality to tank tops with fabric paint and had ourselves some typical camping food and drinks (of course). Check out White Trash Cooking  and Wot in Tarnation?? for our May inspiration.

Trailer Park Princess Menu

Most importantly, we had the opportunity to make fun of a few common misconceptions/stereotypes and take home some fun projects:

Did we mention that the Jungle Juice was really fucking potent and so delicious? More than just The Dollies ended up trashed at the White Trash Party – The Dollies