Tuesday, July 5, 2011

da beach.

I've been a bad blogger.


This time I blame the trifecta of the holiday weekend, Anne of Avonlea, and carpal tunnel syndrome.

I don't actually have carpal-tunnel, but if I go on long bloggy breaks like this I'm pretty much guaranteed not to acquire it.

We made a last-minute decision to join some friends at a beach house for a couple of nights over the long weekend. This was the view from the back patio.

I'd say it was a good decision.

It's always a good thing to get some sand in between your toes, you know.

The beach just has a different feel to it; it's easy to relax.

Until you read about the shark attack that happened there a few days prior.
Then it's a good time to stay in the beach house.

There was a large bag of chocolate candy located in the beach house, and chocolate doesn't bite.

I bite it.

Once we returned back home, the rest of our weekend was spent with friends-- swimming and eating.

It was a great holiday with lots of family time for us. The only downer was that Josh brought home a huge deployment bag filled with all sorts of goodies.
I stopped watching him go through it after he pulled out the gun holster.

I have no doubts about his ability to drop bombs and wield the aircraft gun, but I am slightly concerned about all of his toes making it home safely if he's packin' the heat on the way to the latrine.

But we have a couple months left and I refuse to think about it.

And that Pat the Bunny is up to all her bunny tricks. She is attempting to talk me into spending the entire 6 months in Michigan floating around between our family.
Now, I know a lot of you say that PtB stories are your favorite and you want to know when she'll be my victim appearing in my blog again, but even you have to admit that living with family for 6 months might render one mentally unstable.





Anonymous said...

Agreed!!! but, my hubby has only been away for a month at a time, NOT 6 months.....

I bet you would survive AND have lots of great blogging material if you go.....

Would you miss good ole N.C. if you go?? (Is it almost "home" yet? huh? huh? huh?)

Anna from NC

Sandy said...

"packin' heat to the latrine"...i don't think it is his toes you should be worried about ;o)

Sandy@Life Began In A Garden said...

Well, I can only speak for myself, but I say NOOooooo! to living with family for 6 months! My MIL has been with us for 5 1/2 weeks and we are all ready for her to go back to Va.
NC beaches are beautiful, are they not?

Katie said...

Tell PTB that she will have to arm wrestle me for you to stay, and I have strong biceps. Also, you at least have to stick around till this little Miss decides to show up... you know, I can't wait to hear that the baby piggy is way cuter than she is. :) I say, after the end of Novemeber, you can do what you like. Sound fair?

I'm Erin. said...

Sandy! Your comment made me laugh :) Yes, maybe my concern should not be for the toes.

Anonymous said...

SO glad to see you're back and blogging, but even more glad you had some time at the beach. :)

Michelle (a fellow big 10 rival!)

Laura said...

I'm with Katie. If i'm driving all the way from Tx you'd better be around...just sayin'!

Mindee@ourfrontdoor said...

Family is a wonderful thing - in small doses. :)

Corie said...

Just think of all the memories the cousins would create :)

Taylor said...

Six months might be a bit long. But help would be nice!