Back from the beach or What I learned on my summer vacation, part II

18 Aug

1.  Total travel time has little to do with the number of times you will hear “are we there yet?”  Apparently, my children are capable of delivering just as many in a 5 hour drive as they are in a 10 hour drive.

2.  Even a six year old can recognize interior design faux pas.  After a week in our rental, Goose said, “The main thing I don’t like about this house is everywhere I look there’s stuff.”  Seriously.

3.  There is such a thing as too many lighthouses and fish and shell and other seashore-themed kitschy knick-knacks.  See number 2.  Seriously.  And the clocks!  There were at least a dozen clocks in that house—fish clocks, lighthouse clocks, shell clocks, bird clocks, flower clocks, ship’s helm clocks—and none of them worked.

4.  I have come to the point where it is nearly impossible for me to watch live TV.  How did I live before the DVR?  How?!  I know we were on vacation, but it’s the Olympics, people!

5.  Anyone who plays arcade games for the sole purpose of exchanging his tickets for fabulous prizes of equal value to the money he’s just spent playing said games is an idiot. 1400 tickets for a Nascar mug?  Really?

6.  I still have some mad Skee Ball skillz.

7.  I’m not too old to enjoy swinging on the beach.  I am too old, however, to jump from a swing with any measure of grace or finesse.  At least I didn’t break anything.

8.  A chicken fried steak breakfast skillet is equal parts delicious and disgusting.  Hashbrowns topped with scrambled eggs topped with cheese topped with chunks of chicken fried steak topped with country gravy=delicious.  Hashbrowns topped with scrambled eggs topped with cheese topped with chunks of chicken fried steak topped with country gravy=disgusting (I think I could actually feel my arteries clogging).

9.  No matter how much non-stop, action-packed fun you cram into one vacation for your family, someone will still be disappointed by the fact that     Mr. T failed to deliver the trifecta of vacation-induced nose-spewing.  In Idaho, it was nerds.  In Portland, it was some kind of artificial rubber-ish dirt/sand/gravel from the OMSI dinosaur dig pit.  But alas, nothing for Seaside.  DynaGirl was bummed.

10.  It’s impossible to take a vacation from yourself.  At least it’s impossible for me to take a vacation from myself.  And I really needed one.  We still managed to have a great time, I think.

Here’s one of my favorite pics from the week:

 

How was your week?

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13 Responses to “Back from the beach or What I learned on my summer vacation, part II”

  1. Mother of the Wild Boys August 18, 2008 at 9:49 am #

    You’re back!!! Ok, my life can resume now. 😉

    Thanks for the vacation update, and I love that picture.

  2. cheryl August 18, 2008 at 9:53 am #

    Oh, my week was…well… you know. Bad…and then good! So, mostly good? Because the outcome was good?

    Man, I missed you. Lots. And more lots.

    I’m glad you had a great adventure! And I’m hoping you got a video of you falling…I mean, jumping…out of the swing…? 😉

  3. madhousewife August 18, 2008 at 10:24 am #

    Great picture! I’ve never seen swings on the beach. That looks like fun.

    You couldn’t get me to jump out of a swing for anything.

    I’m disappointed about the trifecta miss, too. And I wasn’t even there for any of the nose-spewing events. (Maybe that’s why I can be disappointed.)

    I like Skee-Ball, though I have no mad skillz.

    My week was…gosh, I don’t remember. Maybe that’s a good thing.

  4. Susan M August 18, 2008 at 10:40 am #

    Yay! You’re back! Finally.

    That is an awesome pic. Seaside is such a pretty spot.

    My blog is down and I can’t remember much from my week…Except my son’s friend got a concussion at a metal show I took them to. Some idiot in the pit was throwing punches.

  5. Julie August 18, 2008 at 10:40 am #

    Oh, my week was spent, you know, having a baby, being engorged, nursing a prolific little sucker and curling my toes through the pain. And having a crush on Michael Phelps. Which, by the way, has been around since Athens. The crush, I mean. It didn’t dissipate in the last 4 years. Thank goodness for the guy, though. He got me through the first week post-baby. Oh, how I appreciate that.

    Hey, I missed you.

  6. Alison Wonderland August 18, 2008 at 11:34 am #

    Hey Julie, I don’t even know ya but congrats!

    I’m so glad you’re home! Now, entertain me! (not that that wasn’t entertaining, it was… oh forget it)

    I like clocks but I have to know what time it is, I can’t stand clocks that don’t work!

  7. flip flop mama August 18, 2008 at 1:06 pm #

    Yay you’re back! I missed you! Our week has been crazy with packing. We’re moving on Thursday….

  8. kamillivanilli August 18, 2008 at 1:22 pm #

    Glad you’re back! I hear you on the live TV! So annoying. So very, very annoying. Especially during election season!

    Hope you guys had a good time!

  9. bythelbs August 18, 2008 at 1:35 pm #

    Thanks for the love! I’m glad to be back. I’ve missed you all!

    Mother—How’s that Ped Egg treatin’ ya?

    mad—There’s swings just a little ways off Broadway, the main street in Seaside and a ways down the prom from the aquarium. We like the ones further north because they face the ocean.

    cheryl—Good outcomes are, uh, good, right? Thanks for making me feel needed!

    Susan—What’s up with the blog again? I’m feeling totally out of touch now. Is your friend’s son OK? Scary. Seaside was beautiful, and I’m planning a quick surfer post about Indian Beach for sometime this week. We really lucked out on the weather—we’ve never had so many clear or mostly clear days. It was a Seaside miracle!

    Julie—Don’t miss those days! But then you get to snuggle with your little guy whilst watching MP glide through the water in all his glory, if you know what I mean. Missed you too!

    Alison—Entertain you? No pressure here! Sheesh! I’m totally with you on the clocks. I could not take my watch off the whole week. It drives me crazy not to know what time it is.

    flip—Thanks! Good luck with the moving!

    kamilli—The live TV thing is excruciating. Mr. T had actually tried to set up timers for the Olympics while we were gone, but I told him there was no way we could catch up on that many hours plus we didn’t have room on our DVR, what with all the other stuff we have locked on there (like Season 4 of the Office until it comes out on DVD).

    I can’t believe nobody asked how Mr. T managed to get a rubberish artificial dirt/sand/gravel from the dino dig pit in his nose.

  10. Julie August 18, 2008 at 2:01 pm #

    Oh how I know what you mean. Seriously. My guts are fluttering even thinking about it. It’s so wrong, but I’m letting it happen anyway.

  11. madhousewife August 18, 2008 at 2:43 pm #

    I can’t believe nobody asked how Mr. T managed to get a rubberish artificial dirt/sand/gravel from the dino dig pit in his nose.

    I think it’s better if we just let that be a mystery. It adds a touch of magical realism to the story.

  12. Mother of the Wild Boys August 18, 2008 at 4:06 pm #

    Oh, I’m loving it. It was like my birthday the day your package came in the mail. You’re the best. 🙂 I’m actually going to post about it soon, so look for it!

  13. cheryl August 19, 2008 at 7:51 am #

    Hey, bythelbs, I gave you an award. It’s not spectacular or anything, but it’s still an award.
    That is all.

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