Archive for May, 2008
Because I’m feeling silly. And sunburned.
Dear aloe vera
you make my burn feel better
you are my good friend.
Aren’t I the aspiring artistic type?
(This post was inspired by my deep thoughts of gratefulness directed towards my bottle of aloe vera.)
Today we took a bit of a road trip. I mentioned earlier this week that we would be spending today at the beach.
Although we live near a beach, I will admit, it’s not the coolest beach in the world. For one, about a mile off our coast is gazillions of islands. While this makes for fun outings, if you don’t mind spending lots of money (I’ve only done it once in my whole life!) it does tame down the beach a bit. In other words, no waves.
We also have this thing called gaming on our coast. It’s not my cup o’tea, being the hard core, prudish Baptist-y type. All convictions about the evil of gambling aside, I think the casinos are ugly, and flashy, and neon-y and, well, just plain tacky.
So, we drove to a nearby state and spent the day on another part of our Gulf Coast.
And we had a great time, all injuries aside. 3/5 of us are sunburned and 3/5 of us are jellyfish stung. 2/5 of us, unfortunately got both. That would be Josh and Shiloh. Yee-ouch! Rebekah is unaffected! Yay for babies without stings or burns.
Although that sounds tragic, we really did have a great time. Rebekah took to the ocean quite well. And you never know about babies and waves…it can really freak some of them out. (Of course, Rebekah has been in a wave pool twice this summer, and maybe that helped.)
We spent about four hours at the beach in Gulf Shores, Alabama, with my parents, my brother and sister, and their families.
We played in the water, played in the sand, and got sand in our clothes, food, and towels (thank you babies!).
Afterwards, we ate at a really yummy, and completely NOT fat-free restaurant.
I’m thinking, restaurants that specialize in country foods, are really not the best place for dieters.
But, this restaurant, Lambert’s, is so cool. The highlight, of course, is that they throw the rolls around the place and you have to catch them to get one. They are also big practical jokers, these Lambert’s people. You are likely to think your server is squirting you with mustard, dumping drinks or plates of food on you, or serving you up some unfortunate rodent (I’m not kidding!!)
It’s so popular, that you are likely to have an hour wait for a table. Which, when you have six tired and cranky kiddos, who have spent the day at the beach, doesn’t sound so great. But look here…they have a train!!
Which kept the entire crew highly amused! So amused we didn’t even get around to playing the giant checker games they had on the sidewalks!
Anyway, today was a great day, even though my skin is feeling a bit tight. Yes, that’s right, I lucked out on the jellyfish. Landon was the other casualty there. And yes, I promise, I use sunscreen on my family. I made everyone lather up twice. And we are a bit of the outdoorsy type. I don’t think Shiloh has ever been sunburned before! I don’t know what the deal is. I hear things about sunscreen conspiracies. Maybe there’s something there and the stuff really doesn’t work. Sheesh.
Oh and looky! I have posted every day for a week! Maybe I can be a blogger again soon!
Deep in the midst of a shimmering wood,
Nothing moves but you,
Hair black as charcoal,
Eyes bluer than a river,
Nothing else stirs….
A poem written for me, by my eldest.
Really, when my camera broke after Christmas, my blog suffered. And I look at this beautiful, curly haired girl everyday and mourn that I can’t share pictures. These pictures were taken on my hubby’s phone.
But isn’t she cute?? She really loved the lemons, never mind the great expressions. She sucked on many of them and then would break into hysterical laughter. It was great!
Guess how I’m spending my summer?
Obviously roasting my poor, pallid, not used to sunshine skin!
That’s what I get for spending not one, but two days at the pool. And for being of Irish heritage. Yes. My shoulders, nose and the tops of my thighs are tender to the touch and a lovely (or not) shade of dark rose.
Add that to beginning to work out on Saturday, and I’m one tired, achy, sore chic.
And we have beach plans for Saturday. Maybe I’ll be healed by then. And buy some better sunscreen.
Ah summer-what power you have to make us suffer and like it!
Do you ever lose your book?
I’m always losing my book and it drives me mad! I only have a few chapters left. I know I fell asleep reading it on the couch last night. Now where could it have disappeared to?
I could always start another book, but it’s simply maddening to not be able to put my hands on my book.
Ah well. Maybe I’ll find it. Just after my blood pressure skyrockets through the ceiling.
By the way, I’m reading All Things Wise and Wonderful, by James Herriot. Good stuff. Who would have guessed I’d be interested in a Yorkshire vet from the 1930′s? Not me. But it’s seriously good reading.
Update: Yay! I found it. Looks like one of the kiddos reshelved it! I would never have guessed someone would put it where it belonged!
The name of one of the country stations my family sometimes listens to is called Kicker 108. The slogan for the station goes something like this:
“Today’s best country, Kicker 108.”
My son, indignantly states that he doesn’t like Kicker 108. “Ugh. Mom. I can’t stand Kicker 108.”
“Why is that Landon?” I ask confused. I really didn’t expect this kind of preference until he was a teenager, at least.
“Because they say they are the best country but really, they can’t be the best country. America is the best country Mom. Right?”
Oy. What a strong sense on nationalism my seven year old has.
On the way home from school Landon asks, “Mom, what is an object?”
“Ummm…it’s pretty much the same word as thing. Where did you see it?”
“Your mirror says objects in mirror are closer than they appear.”
“Oh. Well, things are objects. Trees. Mailboxes. Things like that.”
“Oh. Okay. Thanks.”
Three days later…
“Object. Object,” says Landon.
“A mailbox is an object.”
“A tree is an object.”
“A car is an object.”
“A cake is NOT an object.”
“Uh,” interrupts Mom. “Yes, a cake is an object, Landon.”
“But Mom, you can’t see a cake in the mirror of your car.”
“Dune Face Head,” says Landon.
“Uh. What?” asks Dad.
Landon looks sheepish. Then he gets a huge smile on his face…
“I know what a dune is! It’s a big pile of sand.”
“Yes,” says his confused parents. “But where did ‘Dune Face Head’ come from?”
Shiloh pops in,”Oh. That was Landon just being random.”
“Yep,” Landon agrees. “I was really being random!”
I really have no idea sometimes where this kid comes from.
But he amuses me. I think I’ll keep him