We don't have little wimpy camp fires!

We don't have little camp fires at the little house in the woods. We have BIG camp fires! The bigger the better. We have the kind of fires that leave the fire pit smoldering the next day. I've provided a picture of the kindling we use to get things started so you can get a feel of how we like to do things.

Look at that pretty kindling. Can you imagine how beautiful the fire will be?



Look at that bad boy burn. All it took was one of my handy dandy fire starters and things were roaring in no time. By the way...if you like having fires I have a GREAT little thing I make that's free and super easy to do. Simply take an empty egg carton, save your dryer lint and stuff it into the egg cups fairly densely, melt all of your old candles and drizzle the wax over the lint until it's fairly soaked through and through, and voila! Cut up the little egg cups and and you'll have 12 great fire bombs to use the next time you want a roaring fire in no time at all. I used 2 fire bombs to get this bad boy burning.

Once the initial sticks were going, we put about 8 logs on it and had a fire that burned for about 12 hours. And I'm not talking about some namby pamby fire either. No, I like the flames big and bold and that's how it was.

I love the cabin in the woods because I can have a fire whenever I want to and I have all the wood I'll ever need. Heck, all I have to do is drive the 4 wheeler down the road and load up as much stuff as I can lift. It's great. It's fire nirvana. It's fun. Because my name is Elizabeth and I'm a firebug.

I think that my beloved sweet Lucille pup has picked up a bad habit from Manchild and I. Yep, she is becoming a cigarette dependent dog. Don't let that sweet face fool you. I know, she's looking at us like "What? What could I possibly do wrong?" But as many of you know only too well, dogs do naughty things then look at you with their big, innocent puppy eyes and melt your heart and remove any traces of anger you might have.

 

It all started a while back when Manchild and I were putzing around the little cabin in the woods and when it came time for a ciggy break, they were nowhere to be found. We looked high and low then noticed that Lucille was sprawled out in the front yard, very intently inspecting something. When we went to see what she had found, we found a mangled pack of cigarettes. Yup, our hound and developed a taste for tobacco.

Thankfully, Lucille had not managed to find a lighter and fire up but she did manage to open the package in her own special way. Maybe she was helping us quit our bad habit by poking holes in all of our smokes. I mean, we know we need to stop - it's just really hard to do. How thoughtful of her. But I need to impress upon her the importance of not adopting our bad habit. Dogs smoking just doesn't look cool and it's not healthy.