This post is dedicated to my dad. Happy birthday Daddy. I love you & miss you SO much. I couldn't ask for a more supportive, reliable, understanding & loving father. Thank you for being there for me always... Even when I was a punk teenager :)
love, your favorite daughter - Looper. :)
These pictures serve no purpose. I just like them.
I can't believe it's already August.
I feel sick. Really, really sick. All the time.
I know, I know... It's for a good cause.
I eat a lot of popsicles & ice-cream lately.
I have a calm & patient husband.
I have a witty & hilarious step-son.
I am incredibly emotional & clumsy.
My tears fall without warning, and often, without a known reason.
I really miss my dad, mom & sisters.
I am not good at quilting.
Fast food commercials make me throw up lately.
Sugar-snap peas do not.
I have at least two flies in my house, and that drives me batty.
I don't think Seinfeld will ever get old.
I have a calm & patient husband (did I mention that?)
I love my swing out back by the creek.
I have a wonderful life.
Brett worked a ton of overtime last week. So when he text me on Friday afternoon and said "Let's go somewhere this weekend" I knew it needed to happen. And when he suggested camping on the beach, I was definitely excited. I had been to the Oregon coast, so I had an idea of the difference between the hot, busy, sunny CA coast and the cold, frigid air that welcomes you at the Washington coast. To be honest, I prefer it. It's so beautiful.
Anyway... we went. And guess what? We chose to leave at 5pm on a Friday night... Can you say traffic? It took us 4 hours to get there. (vs. 2 hours to get home) We recently got Will a car dvd player for long trips, and that may have been the best money we have ever spent. Looney Tunes saved us from hearing "Are we there yet" nonstop. Though, I may have heard it a few times :)
Despite the traffic and arriving at 9:30pm, we had a great time camping, telling scary stories in our tent, driving our car onto the beach, trying to skim board down sand dunes, and ME watching the boys freeze to death when they chose to strip down to swimsuits and get into the water. Meanwhile, I was bundled in a sweatshirt and wrapped in a blanket. But someone had to take pictures, right?
