Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Home Again, Home Again...

Wow…it has been a while. Have you missed me? I had full intentions of keeping up with the trip on the blog as I went. I even packed my USB cord in my camera bag so that I could transfer pics as I went. Well, somehow all the sand and cold beers got in my way. How does that happen? One could wonder, hmmmm...

Anyways, point is…my vacay was wonderful. I set out with the intentions and purpose of clearing my mind and having a bit of a break and mini-therapy session…and I did. I feel much better, I feel refreshed and ready to hit the beach again. Wait, that wasn't how it was supposed to be, right? Anyways, the itinerary for the trip went as follows:

Byron, Louisa, me and the 2 dogs packed in the SUV and drove to Barnesville, Ga (7.5 hours away) on Thursday. Spent the night with Byron’s mom, and then Friday packed up Byron, Louisa and doggies and drove the 3.5 hour trip to Savannah to stay with my parents. We had a wedding that weekend, then Byron flew back out to Jackson on Sunday, so sad…but someone has to work, right? The rest of the week…Louisa and I were bums. It was wonderful. I love not having responsibility. It was lovely. Then, on Friday I packed the SUV with myself, Louisa and the 2 doggies and drove back to Barnesville where we met up with Byron, who had just flown back to Atlanta. We had a wedding (yes, another one) that weekend…then on Monday, we all packed into the SUV again and headed back west to Jackson. Tired yet? Don’t be…I’ve got LOTS of pictures ahead. So, get comfy and grab your coffee, wine, bevo, (I don’t judge) whatever and sit back.

First stop….the beach. And when I say beach…I mean this loosely. For all of my fellow Savannah friends who are thinking about never being seen in public with me again or being seen speaking to me after this confession – all I have to say is, don’t knock it until you try it. We never actually made it to Tybee. I will keep the reasons of why we didn’t the first weekend to me and everyone else who knew what that one weekend on Tybee entails. Instead, I decided to invite some friends who were in town for the wedding out to Butterbean Beach. Yes, for all you Savannahians…that is the “Redneck Riviera.” I was there. And you know what…I went back, twice. It was wonderful. Butterbean, for those of you not lucky enough to know what it is; it is not a beach. Instead, it is a boat ramp on the Skidaway River in which at one point a bunch of sand was hauled in to have the appearance of a beach. No ocean, just river. But, mind you…it is the same water that flows to the ocean, tides and all. Anyways, growing up…it just wasn’t the cool place to be. And from the responses I got from some of the people that I told about it, apparently it STILL isn’t cool to be seen there, talk about going there, etc. But, oh well. I am over it all. Let me just tell you this much, when you have a child…everything changes. I don’t care where it is, all I know is that I didn’t have to pay to park, I could park VERY close to where I was going to be seated so that it wasn’t awful to haul the thousands of chairs, sunscreens, toys, towels, etc, there isn’t too much “beach” for the so-called toddler to run around on so that I could still relax and enjoy my book on the beach, there are clean bathrooms, and it isn’t crowded. Not to mention one of the best parts…I didn’t see a SOUL that I knew. It was lovely. It will be a destination again. So, I may have lost my status as someone that remotely resembled someone “cool” to my old amigos in Savannah, but that is alright. It worked out great for us. And you never know, after this review...it might be all the rave. Ha! :) Oh, and if you are wondering, yes...Louisa is busting some slack and showing her booty. But, hey, we were at Butterbean where it is perfectly acceptable.

Next stop…Lake Mayer to feed the ducks with Aunt Sandy. These ducks were not shy. In fact, they were the farthest thing from it. Louisa, luckily for me…has some fear in her. I love it. She wasn’t so sure about all these ducks and geese that were the same size as her running up to her. But, she had Aunt Sandy to protect her, and I stayed behind the lens. Mind you, I have a 35 mm lens, no zoom…these pictures will just give you an idea of the NO FEAR in the ducks by showing just how close you could get.

Another stop…coloring with one of the cousins, Jacob. And by coloring, I am sure most of the toddler mom-readers get my drift. When there is more than one toddler in the vicinity of crayons, we all know how this goes. There isn’t much coloring going on…but more making sure that one does not have the crayons that other said toddler wants. It is a viscous cycle. Rites of passage I guess.

Last stop as far as pictures go, fishing in Barnesville. I think I will let these pictures speak for themselves, but please make sure to check out the expression on my niece Kane’s face when she is about to touch one of the fish. Priceless.


Oh, and we cannot forget to stop and smell the flowers, right?

Now, on to Louisa. My sweet, darling Louisa. I am almost sad that I don’t have funny stories or things she has said, etc from the trip. Worry not, my friends…it isn’t because they didn’t occur, but I am just drawing blank here. It is getting late, and I did spend lots of time behind the sewing machines today, which I am convinced will zap all brain power. I will have to say that this week were are undergoing “Mommy’s Behavioral Boot Camp.” Translation…my 3 year old’s attitude and sassiness are getting her in trouble. Translation…something has to give or else one of us won’t make it out alive. I know she is my child and I can be a bit partial, but she is too danged smart for her own good. She is manipulative and sneaky and super smart and knowing what to say when…and a genius in knowing the wrong time to say something bad. Oh my, she gets to me. So, this week…we are working on listening to Mommy. So far, let me tell you how it is going…Precocious toddler 25, Over it All Mother 2. Typical, isn’t it? Here is just a small slide show from my firecracker while we were fishing and I was playing with the settings on my camera.

So, did you really miss us? Have no fear; I am sure that Mommy’s Behavioral Boot Camp won’t rid my child of her fire. She will still be sassy and say things that are quite humorous and do things that drive the hair on my arms straight up. She will continue to make my toenails curl when she brings out the sass. And I will continue to share it all with you, but the need for control and boot camp…maybe that is one of my rites of passage. :)

Until next time…

6 comments:

Penny Ginn said...

Your picture of the coloring session definitely caught the attitude you described! lol

kosekcasa said...

Welcome back...I have missed you very much! The blogging world just isn't the same when you take vacas. But so glad it was a good one!

Tessa said...

I LOVE you blogs! I stalk them. You are so creative and such a good good writer. I feel like I'm listening to you tell a story in your moms living room back on Nassua lol

Sarah Broadus said...

yah! I am so glad your back!

Keri Sullivan Ninness said...

Whew! You are back. Thank goodness. The Grady surf-control police were starting to wonder if I FINALLY heeded all those emails about 'personal' websites. Jokes on them. She's baaaack

Russ, Anna, Pepper and Vesper said...

I am soooo glad you had a relaxing vaca at home. I have no idea what/where beaches you are talking about but would never judge you for going to a redneck beach. I am from MS, remember???!!!! Pepper has that flower teired dress from Tarjey too and LOVES it!!!!! You always retell you stories so well, go bootcamp!