Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Okay. This morning, I woke up at 6:15, *just* in time to have missed sunrise. I was, again, pretty pissed. I didn't set an alarm (because I was inside with the kids), but I ended up wishing I had. For tomorrow? I put three alarms onto my phone. Yeah, I may only get 5 hours of sleep, but with luck I'll make it out in time to see the sun come up. I'm hoping, at least.
Today was a nice, relaxing vacation day. Beach in the morning for a couple of hours. Lunch in the camper, then I went and did laundry (since the hamper of my son's and my's clothes was full). Wrote postcards while it was washing, played pinball while it was drying. Came back to the camper and went mini-golfing with my mother and the kids. (I won - Claire's 74 to Aidan's 65 to my mother's 54 to my 46.) Then ice cream with the entire family, back to play in the camper a short while, dinner, and get the kids ready for bed. Then I went over to the office to hang out closer to the wireless (it still gave me a *lot* of trouble), make arrangements for tomorrow, and play pinball a bit.
Oh, and I kicked all sorts of ass at pinball. I bought 12 credits, and won 10 - and ended up with 1st, 3rd, and 5th place on the machine. Yup, apparently I'm actually reasonably okay at Pirates of the Caribbean Pinball.
I'll admit it, though; I've ended up in a really, really strange head space. I know part of why, but I don't know why completely. Parts of it, sure... But parts are still a mystery. I wish I could pin it down. Still, I can't do anything about any of that - not here - so I'm just going to put it out of my mind as much as possible.
It's late, though. It's midnight, and I'm tired. I'm on the phone, but I'm going to take it to bed and go to sleep. Good night.
Today was a nice, relaxing vacation day. Beach in the morning for a couple of hours. Lunch in the camper, then I went and did laundry (since the hamper of my son's and my's clothes was full). Wrote postcards while it was washing, played pinball while it was drying. Came back to the camper and went mini-golfing with my mother and the kids. (I won - Claire's 74 to Aidan's 65 to my mother's 54 to my 46.) Then ice cream with the entire family, back to play in the camper a short while, dinner, and get the kids ready for bed. Then I went over to the office to hang out closer to the wireless (it still gave me a *lot* of trouble), make arrangements for tomorrow, and play pinball a bit.
Oh, and I kicked all sorts of ass at pinball. I bought 12 credits, and won 10 - and ended up with 1st, 3rd, and 5th place on the machine. Yup, apparently I'm actually reasonably okay at Pirates of the Caribbean Pinball.
I'll admit it, though; I've ended up in a really, really strange head space. I know part of why, but I don't know why completely. Parts of it, sure... But parts are still a mystery. I wish I could pin it down. Still, I can't do anything about any of that - not here - so I'm just going to put it out of my mind as much as possible.
It's late, though. It's midnight, and I'm tired. I'm on the phone, but I'm going to take it to bed and go to sleep. Good night.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Today was... Soooooooo hot. The first couple of days here were warm, fine. The humidity was higher yesterday, fine. Today it was unbearably warm in my tent by 6:30 AM; it was a heat index of 110 by 8:30 AM; and it was *actually* up near 110 at 12:00 or 1:00. Humidity was up, and it was just burning down on us all day. Honestly, and I almost feel guilty about this, we just hid in the camper in the AC pretty much all day. We didn't go to the beach, we didn't go to the pool... It just would have been dangerous, especially for the kids.
So instead we hung out; we played board games; we played Lego; we drew; some of us hung out online. We generally had a very good day, if... A bit more cramped than otherwise so far, since there were five of us hiding in the trailer.
The camper's great. It's a... 32', I think? A 5th wheel with three slide-outs. It's nice than my first apartment, and - if you don't include my roommate's room - larger, I think you'll find. But it's just not designed for 5 people, even if two of them are small - not without the "extra space" of being outside. Two people? Sure, they could live in there comfortable. For 5, it's really very cramped.
In the evening, we went to Medieval Times. I'm of two minds on it. See, on the one hand, there was good food; there were friendly people; and, the biggest plus, the kids *adored* it. Aidan was cheering for the blue knight ("Because he's the good guy, and he's my favorite color!"), while Claire was cheering for the Green Knight. Even though he was the bad guy. Oh dear - apparently my sister's kid is evil.
On the other hand, though... Well, it was expensive. I mean, in all fairness, $50/head is really not terribly much for a good meal and a show. But... In addition to that, it was *soooo* damned commercialized. You had to walk past multiple souvenir tables to get from the main entrance to the arena; and they had people walk around twice during the meal to try and sell you glowey swords; and they take your picture and try to sell you copies; and they try to sell you your drinks in souvenir glasses...
Okay, I'll cop to it - I did buy a souvenir glass. We ended up with three, in fact (my parents got one each, too), plus two glowey swords. But in my defense, the glass is actually for the person pet-sitting my cats.
The other thing about the show, and this is a bit more of a personal thing... Okay. I used to fence, and I know a bunch of fencers. More than that, while I've never done a martial art myself, I've studied them to some extent, and I know people who've studied them a great deal, both actively (SCA, for example) and historically. The choreographed fighting was *terrible*. Or maybe I should say, the choreography had the potential to be good, but the execution was execrable. It just made me wince.
That's all right. It was fun - technical flaws aside, I enjoyed it a great deal, and so did everyone else. It was a fun way to spend the evening.
Tonight, we have a thunderstorm with high winds in the area right now, and a forecast for more of them overnight. I'm just going to stay in the camper. The kids will be thrilled, I'm sure... Me? I may even get some sleep. Wouldn't that be nice?
G'night.
So instead we hung out; we played board games; we played Lego; we drew; some of us hung out online. We generally had a very good day, if... A bit more cramped than otherwise so far, since there were five of us hiding in the trailer.
The camper's great. It's a... 32', I think? A 5th wheel with three slide-outs. It's nice than my first apartment, and - if you don't include my roommate's room - larger, I think you'll find. But it's just not designed for 5 people, even if two of them are small - not without the "extra space" of being outside. Two people? Sure, they could live in there comfortable. For 5, it's really very cramped.
In the evening, we went to Medieval Times. I'm of two minds on it. See, on the one hand, there was good food; there were friendly people; and, the biggest plus, the kids *adored* it. Aidan was cheering for the blue knight ("Because he's the good guy, and he's my favorite color!"), while Claire was cheering for the Green Knight. Even though he was the bad guy. Oh dear - apparently my sister's kid is evil.
On the other hand, though... Well, it was expensive. I mean, in all fairness, $50/head is really not terribly much for a good meal and a show. But... In addition to that, it was *soooo* damned commercialized. You had to walk past multiple souvenir tables to get from the main entrance to the arena; and they had people walk around twice during the meal to try and sell you glowey swords; and they take your picture and try to sell you copies; and they try to sell you your drinks in souvenir glasses...
Okay, I'll cop to it - I did buy a souvenir glass. We ended up with three, in fact (my parents got one each, too), plus two glowey swords. But in my defense, the glass is actually for the person pet-sitting my cats.
The other thing about the show, and this is a bit more of a personal thing... Okay. I used to fence, and I know a bunch of fencers. More than that, while I've never done a martial art myself, I've studied them to some extent, and I know people who've studied them a great deal, both actively (SCA, for example) and historically. The choreographed fighting was *terrible*. Or maybe I should say, the choreography had the potential to be good, but the execution was execrable. It just made me wince.
That's all right. It was fun - technical flaws aside, I enjoyed it a great deal, and so did everyone else. It was a fun way to spend the evening.
Tonight, we have a thunderstorm with high winds in the area right now, and a forecast for more of them overnight. I'm just going to stay in the camper. The kids will be thrilled, I'm sure... Me? I may even get some sleep. Wouldn't that be nice?
G'night.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I eventually made it to sleep well after 1:00 AM, following a somewhat... Distressing conversation with an old friend. Lulled to sleep in my tent by a sea breeze. I very almost just slept outside on a recliner.
I think I posted yesterday's entry at the wrong time, too. I wrote it more like midnight, not 10:30. Whatever.
Today was the first full day in Myrtle Beach, and it was mostly quite pleasant. Breakfast, then out to the beach for a couple of hours, then back to the site for lunch and hanging around, then out to the pool for a couple more hours, then dinner, and now I'm sitting outside at 11:15 deciding if I want to go to bed or not.
The day was nothing if not simple, eh?
Maybe I'll walk down to the beach.
I think I posted yesterday's entry at the wrong time, too. I wrote it more like midnight, not 10:30. Whatever.
Today was the first full day in Myrtle Beach, and it was mostly quite pleasant. Breakfast, then out to the beach for a couple of hours, then back to the site for lunch and hanging around, then out to the pool for a couple more hours, then dinner, and now I'm sitting outside at 11:15 deciding if I want to go to bed or not.
The day was nothing if not simple, eh?
Maybe I'll walk down to the beach.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Well, I'm definitely in Myrtle Beach. The heat is... Well, honestly, not as bad as I'd sortof expected. The kids did *not* want to watch DVDs today, so the car was much less... Restful. In fact... We fed them both a big breakfast, and made sure they went to the bathroom, but I still got "I'm hungry" from one and "I need to pee" from the other within 15 minutes of setting off. Ohhhhh, to have a transporter...
But we got here shortly after lunch, and set up. I took the time to walk to the beach and send a picture to one of my friends at work (heheheh...), and shortly thereafter we all went over to the pool. This place has a huge pool area, with a giant L-shaped adult pool (3'-6' deep); a tiny diamond wading pool (1' deep); a slightly larger rectangular wading pool (1'-1 1/2' deep); and then the "splash zone". The Splash Zone is a large kidney-shaped pool running from 3" to 18" deep, with turret-mounted water-guns, waterfalls, a giant fountain/waterfall mushroom-shaped thing, and this 30'-tall sculpture thing with eccentrically-weighted rotating bucket things that periodically overflow in a torrent of water. It's pretty fun, and the rules specify that noone over 48" may go in there without someone *under* 48" to justify it.
Of course, the same rules also say that noone over 48" may use the water-guns, and that there is no running on the side of the pool, both rules that are regularly ignored.
Let me just say, that having a plaque on the side of the pool that says "Depth 3"; No Diving" amuses me greatly. Darwin would be proud.
After that, it was dinner, then bed for the kids. I walked out and sat at the beach for a while after dark, as three groups (two on the campsite's beachfront, and one further south by the Hilton) were all letting off fireworks. I took a bunch of pictures of that and the moon - none of which, I suspect, will come out, since I was screwing around with odd exposure times and manual focus with neither a tripod nor a cable release.
That's okay. My memory card will hold the better part of a thousand pictures, even at the highest resolution the camera will do, and I always have the option to decline to save them.
It's late, and I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Good night.
But we got here shortly after lunch, and set up. I took the time to walk to the beach and send a picture to one of my friends at work (heheheh...), and shortly thereafter we all went over to the pool. This place has a huge pool area, with a giant L-shaped adult pool (3'-6' deep); a tiny diamond wading pool (1' deep); a slightly larger rectangular wading pool (1'-1 1/2' deep); and then the "splash zone". The Splash Zone is a large kidney-shaped pool running from 3" to 18" deep, with turret-mounted water-guns, waterfalls, a giant fountain/waterfall mushroom-shaped thing, and this 30'-tall sculpture thing with eccentrically-weighted rotating bucket things that periodically overflow in a torrent of water. It's pretty fun, and the rules specify that noone over 48" may go in there without someone *under* 48" to justify it.
Of course, the same rules also say that noone over 48" may use the water-guns, and that there is no running on the side of the pool, both rules that are regularly ignored.
Let me just say, that having a plaque on the side of the pool that says "Depth 3"; No Diving" amuses me greatly. Darwin would be proud.
After that, it was dinner, then bed for the kids. I walked out and sat at the beach for a while after dark, as three groups (two on the campsite's beachfront, and one further south by the Hilton) were all letting off fireworks. I took a bunch of pictures of that and the moon - none of which, I suspect, will come out, since I was screwing around with odd exposure times and manual focus with neither a tripod nor a cable release.
That's okay. My memory card will hold the better part of a thousand pictures, even at the highest resolution the camera will do, and I always have the option to decline to save them.
It's late, and I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Good night.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Today was a good day. DC to Roanoke Rapids is almost exactly halfway to Myrtle Beach, and splits the trip nicely - important while travelling with 4-year-olds or small terriers, neither of whom crosses their legs very well or handles being trapped in a car for 8 hours happily. 4 hours with a break in the middle, though... That worked surprisingly well, and the trip reminded me of something I'd mostly forgotten: I love being on the road.
I mean, driving sucks. You can't read, you can't sleep, you're constantly harassed by "Daddy! The DVDs fell on the floor!" and "Uncle Robin! My neck hurts from turning my head to watch the movie!" and "When are we going to get there?". I could cheerfully do without actually driving. Even more - if I were by myself, I could throw open the windows, turn up the volume, and let the miles melt away. But even this... Or, in its own weird and special way, *especially* this... Was just awesome. The road stretching out, the cars...
The other thing which is on my mind is an enormous anticipation - I've missed the sea. I'm not a big fan of beaches, mostly because I'm self-conscious about my weight and I don't particularly like sand. The sun? I could do without - I'm already mildly sun-burnt, and could cheerfully have an overcast day that was slightly cooler. But the ocean? I miss it. And soon, I'll be on the shore, and smelling the salt breeze, and... Wow, the nostalgia hit me like a truck today, even though I haven't made it there yet.
And I realize that it's going to be painfully touristy. I mean, we're camping just a couple hundred feet from the waves themselves, but we'll be in the middle of a square mile of campground of people doing the same stuff as us. The beaches will be full of people, the pools will be full of screaming kids, and everything... But, and some of you will laugh at me, but just one day of being up at 5 AM and standing with my feet in the water and closing my eyes to feel the breeze wash over me will be worth every little tiny frustration I have to deal with.
Actually, people who know me will probably think the "Up at 5:00 AM" bit is the funniest piece there. Suck it up, chumps; I'm on vacation and none of you are, and I'll go hunting the sunset at the beach if I want to, dammit! :-P
I did get a call from the nice woman who's checking in on my cats for me, today, around 10 AM. It turns out she couldn't figure out how to turn on my vacuum. I have to admit, I've gone over someone else's house on at least two occasions, had need of a vacuum, and been completely unable to figure it out by myself; so while I did find it funny, it was more of a sympathetic funny than a "hahah, you're, so dumb!" funny. Still, I owe her one for doing it for me. I'll have to find her something nice in South Carolina to bring home.
As an aside, I-295 - the ring-road around... Richmond, is it? - crosses a cool bridge at one point. If anyone has a clue what I'm talking about, let me know. I'll look it up next time I'm on Wikipedia, maybe.
When we got here - the RV Park at Carolina Crossroads in Roanoke Rapids, a painful name if I've ever heard one - my first thought was "Wow, RV wasteland." Actually, my first thought was probably more like "Wow, RV hell..." but I do endeavour to be vaguely polite at least once in a rare while. The place is new - painfully obviously so - and they started off by clearing the area entirely... And the shade trees haven't grown in. So there was no shade at all that wasn't created by our camper, and it was frigging *hot* today. We spent almost two hours in the pool (did I mention I'm sun-burnt?) and the thermometer on the office wall listed 110 degrees *in the shade*. I spent a lot of time praying that it was wrong and reading high, but it was hot enough I could have believed it. It was, however, a dry heat - and I do not say that pointedly, but honestly. Heat I find distasteful but can handle; humidity just kills me. Humidity was very low, and so it was hot, but it was bearably (if not pleasantly) hot.
The real star for the kids, though, was the waterslide. They went down it probably 20 or 25 times each, and we had to drag them - literally screaming, in one case - away from it when we decided the sun and the lack of food were enough. I have pictures and videos. :-D
Dinner was from the Mayflower Seafood Restaurant, and the portions were *frigging huge*. We expected enough food for the five of us with a little left over, and we got easily more than twice as much as we'd really expected. We have a full meal for tomorrow, and the price wasn't particularly bad, either. Not shabby. I may have to argue my mother into trading my fried trout for her broiled catfish, though.
Now, I'm just very tired - the sun, getting up early, the activity, the heat, the good food, it all adds up. I'm actually more awake now at 10:30 than I was a couple of hours ago, but I'm still drowsy... And everyone else is asleep. So I'm going to bed as well.
G'night.
I mean, driving sucks. You can't read, you can't sleep, you're constantly harassed by "Daddy! The DVDs fell on the floor!" and "Uncle Robin! My neck hurts from turning my head to watch the movie!" and "When are we going to get there?". I could cheerfully do without actually driving. Even more - if I were by myself, I could throw open the windows, turn up the volume, and let the miles melt away. But even this... Or, in its own weird and special way, *especially* this... Was just awesome. The road stretching out, the cars...
The other thing which is on my mind is an enormous anticipation - I've missed the sea. I'm not a big fan of beaches, mostly because I'm self-conscious about my weight and I don't particularly like sand. The sun? I could do without - I'm already mildly sun-burnt, and could cheerfully have an overcast day that was slightly cooler. But the ocean? I miss it. And soon, I'll be on the shore, and smelling the salt breeze, and... Wow, the nostalgia hit me like a truck today, even though I haven't made it there yet.
And I realize that it's going to be painfully touristy. I mean, we're camping just a couple hundred feet from the waves themselves, but we'll be in the middle of a square mile of campground of people doing the same stuff as us. The beaches will be full of people, the pools will be full of screaming kids, and everything... But, and some of you will laugh at me, but just one day of being up at 5 AM and standing with my feet in the water and closing my eyes to feel the breeze wash over me will be worth every little tiny frustration I have to deal with.
Actually, people who know me will probably think the "Up at 5:00 AM" bit is the funniest piece there. Suck it up, chumps; I'm on vacation and none of you are, and I'll go hunting the sunset at the beach if I want to, dammit! :-P
I did get a call from the nice woman who's checking in on my cats for me, today, around 10 AM. It turns out she couldn't figure out how to turn on my vacuum. I have to admit, I've gone over someone else's house on at least two occasions, had need of a vacuum, and been completely unable to figure it out by myself; so while I did find it funny, it was more of a sympathetic funny than a "hahah, you're, so dumb!" funny. Still, I owe her one for doing it for me. I'll have to find her something nice in South Carolina to bring home.
As an aside, I-295 - the ring-road around... Richmond, is it? - crosses a cool bridge at one point. If anyone has a clue what I'm talking about, let me know. I'll look it up next time I'm on Wikipedia, maybe.
When we got here - the RV Park at Carolina Crossroads in Roanoke Rapids, a painful name if I've ever heard one - my first thought was "Wow, RV wasteland." Actually, my first thought was probably more like "Wow, RV hell..." but I do endeavour to be vaguely polite at least once in a rare while. The place is new - painfully obviously so - and they started off by clearing the area entirely... And the shade trees haven't grown in. So there was no shade at all that wasn't created by our camper, and it was frigging *hot* today. We spent almost two hours in the pool (did I mention I'm sun-burnt?) and the thermometer on the office wall listed 110 degrees *in the shade*. I spent a lot of time praying that it was wrong and reading high, but it was hot enough I could have believed it. It was, however, a dry heat - and I do not say that pointedly, but honestly. Heat I find distasteful but can handle; humidity just kills me. Humidity was very low, and so it was hot, but it was bearably (if not pleasantly) hot.
The real star for the kids, though, was the waterslide. They went down it probably 20 or 25 times each, and we had to drag them - literally screaming, in one case - away from it when we decided the sun and the lack of food were enough. I have pictures and videos. :-D
Dinner was from the Mayflower Seafood Restaurant, and the portions were *frigging huge*. We expected enough food for the five of us with a little left over, and we got easily more than twice as much as we'd really expected. We have a full meal for tomorrow, and the price wasn't particularly bad, either. Not shabby. I may have to argue my mother into trading my fried trout for her broiled catfish, though.
Now, I'm just very tired - the sun, getting up early, the activity, the heat, the good food, it all adds up. I'm actually more awake now at 10:30 than I was a couple of hours ago, but I'm still drowsy... And everyone else is asleep. So I'm going to bed as well.
G'night.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Well, it's the end of my first day of vacation, and I don't have wireless. Actually, the campground *does* have wireless, but the router by this site is broken. That's all right - I'm happy enough to be more disconnected than normal.
Left NY kindof lazily, today; Aidan and I got out at 9:15 or 9:30 or so. Stopped for breakfast at McDonalds, got going. The drive was fine, but it ended up taking the better part of 7 hours to do 5 hours' worth of driving. Being re-routed through the middle of Princeton while trying to get from I-287 to I-95 did *not* help (damn you, New Jersey!).
Got to DC and immediately changed to run off to the pool with my sister, my parents, my niece, and my son. The pool at Cherry Hill is really nice, having a large mushroom thing that sprays water everywhere for kids, and is conveniently immediately adjacent to the cafe/ice cream bar. So we swam, chatted, shot each other with water-guns, ran through the waterfall, and ate ice cream.
Dinner was at a place called the Hard Times Cafe, which was a (self-described) Chili Parlor. I'd never really heard of a Chili Parlor before, but it was a stereotypically western-themed place with chili vinegar (yes, vinegar with red peppers in it) and tabasco sauce on the table, and almost everything on the menu involving chili. Bowls of chili, chili mac, chili nachos, chili poppers... I ended up teaming up with my mother to have an order of Texas Lime boneless buffalo wings smothered under a bowl of hot Texas Chili, and we split it. Was incredibly yummy. My sister paid - something about us giving her a week of peace and quiet being worth way more than a dinner and ice cream.
The kids' conversation on the way there was priceless, by the way.
Aidan: "Where are we going?"
Me: "A place called Hard Times Cafe for dinner."
Aidan: "Do they have pizza?"
Me: "No, but they have chili, and they'll have like quesadillas and tacos and chicken nuggets for you guys."
Aidan: "I love chicken nuggets."
Claire: "I love chicken nuggets too!"
Aidan: "I love chicken nuggets *more!*"
Claire: "No, *I* love chicken nuggets more!"
Aidan: "How about we just say we love chicken nuggets the same? Then it'll be a tie."
Claire: "Okay!"
...If nothing else this trip, the comic relief will be free.
And now it's bed-time. The kids have had an episode of Wallace and Gromit, and are settling in to sleep; I'm quite drowsy but also quite happy. Knowing I have nothing important (well, except for watching the kids) to do for two full weeks is really quite relaxing.
Good night, y'all. Talk with you soon.
Left NY kindof lazily, today; Aidan and I got out at 9:15 or 9:30 or so. Stopped for breakfast at McDonalds, got going. The drive was fine, but it ended up taking the better part of 7 hours to do 5 hours' worth of driving. Being re-routed through the middle of Princeton while trying to get from I-287 to I-95 did *not* help (damn you, New Jersey!).
Got to DC and immediately changed to run off to the pool with my sister, my parents, my niece, and my son. The pool at Cherry Hill is really nice, having a large mushroom thing that sprays water everywhere for kids, and is conveniently immediately adjacent to the cafe/ice cream bar. So we swam, chatted, shot each other with water-guns, ran through the waterfall, and ate ice cream.
Dinner was at a place called the Hard Times Cafe, which was a (self-described) Chili Parlor. I'd never really heard of a Chili Parlor before, but it was a stereotypically western-themed place with chili vinegar (yes, vinegar with red peppers in it) and tabasco sauce on the table, and almost everything on the menu involving chili. Bowls of chili, chili mac, chili nachos, chili poppers... I ended up teaming up with my mother to have an order of Texas Lime boneless buffalo wings smothered under a bowl of hot Texas Chili, and we split it. Was incredibly yummy. My sister paid - something about us giving her a week of peace and quiet being worth way more than a dinner and ice cream.
The kids' conversation on the way there was priceless, by the way.
Aidan: "Where are we going?"
Me: "A place called Hard Times Cafe for dinner."
Aidan: "Do they have pizza?"
Me: "No, but they have chili, and they'll have like quesadillas and tacos and chicken nuggets for you guys."
Aidan: "I love chicken nuggets."
Claire: "I love chicken nuggets too!"
Aidan: "I love chicken nuggets *more!*"
Claire: "No, *I* love chicken nuggets more!"
Aidan: "How about we just say we love chicken nuggets the same? Then it'll be a tie."
Claire: "Okay!"
...If nothing else this trip, the comic relief will be free.
And now it's bed-time. The kids have had an episode of Wallace and Gromit, and are settling in to sleep; I'm quite drowsy but also quite happy. Knowing I have nothing important (well, except for watching the kids) to do for two full weeks is really quite relaxing.
Good night, y'all. Talk with you soon.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Troubled Waters
My ex called me this morning. She asked "Do you have a coast-guard approved life jacket for when he's at the beach?" This question was followed by a long silence.
Okay, I'll admit it - it never would have crossed my mind that you'd *want* to put a life jacket on a kid at the beach (unless you were going boating or something) if she hadn't asked. Well, possibly when we got to the beach if we saw a kid in a life jacket just so they could splash around in the surf. I mean, I never wore a life jacket at the beach growing up, and we were at the beach multiple times a year for over a decade. And I know that my 4-year-old niece has been to the beach (in Hawaii, even) without wearing a life jacket. And my mother's reaction, when I asked her if it'd crossed her mind, was to burst out laughing.
My ex also said that people didn't swim in the ocean before 1920. I just didn't touch that one.
Okay, I'll admit it - it never would have crossed my mind that you'd *want* to put a life jacket on a kid at the beach (unless you were going boating or something) if she hadn't asked. Well, possibly when we got to the beach if we saw a kid in a life jacket just so they could splash around in the surf. I mean, I never wore a life jacket at the beach growing up, and we were at the beach multiple times a year for over a decade. And I know that my 4-year-old niece has been to the beach (in Hawaii, even) without wearing a life jacket. And my mother's reaction, when I asked her if it'd crossed her mind, was to burst out laughing.
My ex also said that people didn't swim in the ocean before 1920. I just didn't touch that one.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
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