• Progress for the Happy Camper

    This road we’re on feels like a long one recently. Over the last couple of weeks there have been ups and downs, which to continue the already on the verge of being over done metaphor, can be described as: dodgy rest stops (the fear that grips you when your husband insists on operating a saw in a terrible mood), armed protest road blocks (the ongoing discussion on liquor licensing), finding a dairy queen in the middle of a dessert (a full set of 1960’s gold leaf cocktail glasses for $2 each at Goodwill!) We keep chugging through it all, hills and valleys, and I know we’ll get there. My eye…

  • Happy Camper Cocktails- the journey begins!

    Hello, beautiful readers. I have some really exciting news. This is happening:….   ….!!!! I almost can’t believe that the Happy Camper Cocktail Company  has come along so quickly in the last few months, but this gorgeous photo literally puts it in black and white and grounds my dream to a new reality. How pretty and professional is this logo? (Rhetorical question, if you don’t adore it please don’t share, because I am obsessed and oh so happy to have it!) This logo feels like the second really big step from taking this dream from a dream, to a trailer, to a business. And, I have a website! Yay! You…

  • Happy Camper Cocktail Company- the beginning

    Have I gushed about how awesome my husband is lately? Yes, he makes me laugh and takes awesome care of me and our son (example: last weekend we had a wedding to attend and my stepdad threw out his back and couldn’t watch our son. Mr. Kelly dressed up Hankie Pankie in a suit jacket and Chuck Taylors and brought him to the ceremony, played with him in the sand at the beachfront venue while I did bridesmaid-y things, and then drove him home to my Aunt Debbie who was able to sub-in and put our little man to bed. All told, he drove 4 1/2 hours so that he…

  • Corporate Herdsmanship

    When it comes to my food, I like to keep things separate. If it was socially acceptable I would probably still use one of those kid plates with dividers so all the food stays neat in it’s place. But, when it comes to my life, I prefer to mix it up. In practice this means I check and respond to work emails in the middle of doing farm chores. I blog during my commute to work. I think about my daughter in the middle of work meetings. It means that whether I am at work, at home or in the barn, I am not 100% fully there, part of me is somewhere…