We finally got to take some vacation time to head to the beach, but since we weren’t going until Sunday we decided to make use of our Saturday and head to Wild Adventures, which is kinda (but not really) on the way.

Seeing as Daniel was being forced to go to PCB again, he decided that Lori owed him something, she had to get on a ride with him, which she didn’t totally agree with but was feeling bad that she was torturing him and so she gave it some serious thought.  We walked past the mouse ride and she said no, the kiddie coaster and she said no, then the giant swings and she said I guess so.   Apparently this thing looks slower from the ground because she was freaking out when it got to the top.   But she survived!  And that’s the important part.

With our Stone Mountain cards we were supposed to get half off admission, but we forgot.  Luckily the manager in the guest services office was in a good mood and at least gave us two free tickets to come back.  So we’ll be going again in November, we’ll see if lori rides something new then too. We have to expand her fun horizons, or her funrizons, or horfunzins, or funzons, or funions, something like that.

This is Lori actually writing a post!

What can I say about Panama City except that I’m totally obsessed with it and nothing could ever change that, even if they burned the city to the ground. Granted, there would be nothing to do, but hey they accomplished that when they tore Miracle Strip down and broke my heart into a million pieces….shattering my childhood memories of log rides and haunted houses forever!

Anyway we met my parents down there on a rainy Tuesday night. (But not before stopping at multiple walmarts looking for the Evil Dead movies) As soon as we arrived we sat on the balcony and listened to the ocean. We would have looked at the ocean too, but it was midnight. Daniel slept on the floor once, an air mattress once, and one night he gathered all of the couch cushions and make himself a giant bed on the floor. Neither of these ideas seemed to feel any better than the other. Poor Daniel!

In our short time there we accomplished lots of things, including beaching, swimming, eating, and surviving a grueling maze with blinding white walls and long pathways that lead to eventual dead ends. We came out alive, ate a snowcone, watched a small worm get stepped on by a girl who never noticed, changed our seating arrangements because it was grossing me out, and then we met up with the rest of the gang at Angelos. That evening we listening to the beachy vocals of Accoustix, the greastest and drunkest men to hit the Gulf since forever. People were drinking and dancing to Jimmy Buffett, James Taylor, and the Doobie Brothers. I wore my polka dot dress and I should have danced the night away but I was not drunk. And I cant dance.

I am a sucker for the ocean. Sure, it was full of seaweed this time and it felt like swimming in snot, but thats totally OKAY because I can overlook things like giant seaweed pulling me underwater and drowning me. Daniel did not get in. He thought it was disgusting. I agree. But I am not a wus. Daniel and Chase built an awesome sandcastle town. They later destroyed it and its many inhabitants. The pool was awesome.

The day everyone else departed for home, me and Daniel stayed a little longer. We ate at my favorite diner EVER! (It wasnt amazing this time but it’s still my favorite.) We sat in the sand and watched the waves crash for a while. I couldnt help but feel sad that I cant spend all of my days HERE, by the ocean. It steals my heart every time and I cannot bear to leave it behind. I finally raised myself out of the sand and me and Daniel checked out the new shopping mall. It’s pretty nice…very colorful. I found a ton of clothes at JCPenney. Before long we were hungry again and of course I decided on Italian. We found the best Italian ever… Sweet Basil. Then we were off back to the ATL. Leaving home for my other home. Daniel had to keep telling me we were going on VACATION to ATLANTA now. That helped!
Well thats it for this vacation, but there will be more because I am a spoiled, vacation-loving girl who loves freedom from work and a good beach breeze through my hair.

Oh to be there now. With my KITTEN! I AM GETTING A KITTEN! But that will be the next blog!

From last Friday until yesterday, we were on vacation in Tybee Island with the whole family (Daniel’s side). There were 22 of us all sharing a house together. It got loud. It was fun though. There was plenty of room, plenty of sun, and there was a pool. We flew kites, cooked eggplant, walked on the beach, played cards with our cousins and ended up winning four dollars!

There were several days we got off the island, going to Jekyll on one and into Savannah on another. Connie convinced us to go on a ghost trolley tour, but we didn’t see anything. Maybe it was because it wasn’t very dark, or maybe the ghosts were tired from scaring all the tourists the night before, or maybe we smelled bad. When we got off the trolley they started shooting off fireworks across the river, they are always pretty over the boats in the river. And then we found a karaoke bar, we sang pretty loud at our table but couldn’t muster up the courage to sing on stage.

There are pictures up on the pictures page from the trip. Connie looks possessed, Adam looks Vogue, Daniel looks crazy, Lori looks stunning, the house looks big.