Friday, August 23, 2013


What is it about the beach that makes it such an attractive destination? The "call" of the water? The sand? The awesome view of the sky? The "land's end" of it all?

It may seem cliché, but it just doesn't seem like you can truly say you've had a "summer vacation" until you've had at least had one good long visit to the beach.  

So, we packed up the kids, the dogs, and the car and headed to St. Simon's Island for a week. A WHOLE WEEK!  I think this was the longest vacation we've ever had with our little core family unit all together in one place.  Surprisingly, it didn't take us very long to unpack, unwind a bit, and slip into "vacation" mode.

Some people really are authentic "beach people" - others, not so much. Whether you don't like a single grain of sand in between your piggies -  or if you'd prefer to dig, splash, and make sand castles all day - you have to admit the scenery and sounds around you ain't half bad! 

It never fails, the minute the ocean comes into my view, the same thought pops in my mind:  I wonder how many submarines are out there, hiding under the surface? How close are they to us and what is their crew's mission? Are they friend or foe? Armed with weapons or not? 

Yes, folks, I'm actually a military spy novelist in my other life. And yes, I fully realize that any deployed submarine is usually not within eye-sight of the shore. But go with me on this, mmmmm-kay? It's MY mind's internal workings, not yours.  (Lucky you!)


I could get all poetic and tell you how the ocean brings out the lyricist in me, but to be perfectly honest, every time I go to the ocean, I have the same darn song running through my head the entire time:
“Got a whale of a tale to tell ya... A whale of a tale and it's all true, I swear by my tattoo. There was Typhoon Tessie; met her on the coast of Java. When we kissed, I bubbled up like molten lava. Then she gave me the scare of my young life. Blow me down and pick me up, she was the captain's wife! It's a whale of a tale and it's all trrruuuuuuue!”

If you haven’t seen the 1954 movie adaptation of Jules Verne’s 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, please do yourself a favor and check it out. It’s got a young Kirk Douglas who plays a harpooner named Ned, who gets captured and taken aboard the (“ocean monster”) Nautilus submarine by Captain Nemo and his crew. 

One of my absolutely favorite lines from the movie is when Captain Nemo is explaining why the submarine crew should not venture out into the island of New Guinea by saying: “The natives over there are cannibals. They eat liars with the same enthusiasm as they eat honest men.” 

Morbid, yes, but it always makes me laugh a little.


No cannibals here. Just some yummy soft serve yogurt. Yogurt with a boat load of toppings that we ate in very large quantities on a daily basis.

Abbott has never been a big fan of sand. But by the end of the trip, he actually found an affinity for the tidal pools and the areas of hard-packed sand.  None of us ventured out further into the ocean water than anything deeper than our waists  - which was fine with Evie, since she was perfectly content to run around and "stomp" the waves as they crashed ashore.
It also didn’t help that we scheduled this trip for the week immediately after “Shark Week” had been airing on TV. Nothing like going to the beach right after watching documentaries on shark attacks, massive feeding and breeding grounds, and all the fun nightmare-inducing episodes that Shark Week brings to our attention. 

Not that we had any plans to do a lot of deep water swimming, but we were only a few miles away from a well known hot-spot of shark breeding. So, as long as the amorous-feeling sharks stayed on their side of the island, I was perfectly content to stay on our side.  Not a lot of shark lovin' over here. 

Sharks can't get me up here, momma!

And you know how it is - once a vacation is over, it always takes a few days to get back into the swing of the daily routine of work and school. And laundry.

I may have to cook up some fish for dinner and have some soft serve yogurt for dessert tonight just to bring back the beach memories.


Friday, July 19, 2013


Hi there, stranger. Where have we been? 

Let see if I can sum it up for you...

We've been busy parenting:

Best funny parenting books: Sh*tty Mom -- haven't read it but it sounds like a hoot...Funny Parenting Ecards

And trying to sell our house:

 All while still trying to get along:

While looking at homes for sale that appear beautiful online and end up more like this in reality:

And trying to avoid this scenario while selling our own home:
(when you see it.... ewwwwh)

Disclaimer: this is most certainly NOT our home.

 While still including and educating our kids about the real estate process: 

And constantly feeling like we keep missing opportunities:

While trying to keep in mind what's most important:

"A happy family is a home" by Allison Beal on Instagram

And finally, I have learned that having a potty training toddler is the best get-out-of-a-speeding ticket excuse ever:

Bumper Stickers for Funny Parents good-stuff

The End.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013


Happy belated Mudder's Day! 

And since only The Fates may know when I'll actually get around to posting a blog again, I might as well tell you "Happy Summer" and "Happy Memorial Day, Happy Independence Day, Happy Labor Day and Happy Halloween" while we're at it. Got to cover all the bases, ya know.

To sum up some of our recent events:  Momma and the little people took a recent beach trip to Florida. We left Dadda at home to attend the track meet that Georgia Tech was hosting at home over the weekend. Although Dadda missed out on beach time with us, we're pretty sure he happily enjoyed the peace and quiet of being home by himself and getting to visit old friends and former teammates at the track meet. (I have a sneaking suspicion he leisurely strolled around the house in his underwear all weekend, ate his meals uninterrupted while lying in bed watching SportsCenter-  while enjoying having not a single request to change the channel to Little Einsteins or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He says this didn't happen at all. But like I said, I have my suspicions.)

I am also happy to report that our kids got their first taste of The Princess Bride on this trip. I think it was somewhere around the 134th viewing of Toy Story during the car ride down to the beach that my mom finally called it quits. So, out went Woody and Buzz and in went the story of Westley, Buttercup, Vizzini, Fezzik, and my favorite, Inigo Montoya. (Disclaimer: I do not think the RUS's in the movie scared either child. They hardly blinked an eye at the Fire Swamp, but Evie was quite fascinated with the six-fingered man and asked me later why he had the extra digit.)

Anywhoooo, we had a blast at the beach and we certainly need to go back for longer next time! Rosemary Beach was a really beautiful area of Florida -  and it was just a quick walk from the house where we were staying.  

Once Abbott got over his irrational fear of his barefoot feet touching the silky white soft sand, he was fine with it. 

You are torturing me, momma!

Eh, this stuff isn't so bad after all.
Pat, pat, pat the sand.

That's a sweet pink and purple paci ya got there, tough guy.

Visiting our relatives at the PCB zoo.
Both kids learned to scream like a peacock.
Abbott does it on command now. And even unprompted.

Land kayaking at Bass Pro in Destin.
No water involved.

This is quite an effective method to avoid potential drownings.
Evie was excited to feed Abbott to the Bass Pro shark.
Abbott, not feeling so excited.

The day after we got back from the beach, it was time for our little ballerina to perform in her spring recital:

Serious ballerina face.



Until next time...