Sunset Day Seven

New glasses.  New dresses.  Sweet pictures.

Thanks, Outer Banks Eye Care

Mike's first attempt at using the boogie board ended with his glasses being sucked out to the bottomless sea.  An expensive lesson for sure.  Stupid Neptune.  I'm going shell searching and keeping an eye out for his old pair.

If not for the close location of the eye place, I would have been designated driver again on the way back home.

Now I'm going to the beach for a while.

Day Seven Side Trips

Mike had to stop at the pirate shop in Chicamacomico.  He and I both had our picture taken together at Bodie Island Lighthouse, but it was under construction so the teens were spared twenty minutes of torture of having to climb the stairs of yet another historic site.  Time to hit the beach.

Day Seven - Morning Activity

We took a drive down the coast to Cape Hatteras.  And we did climb the highest lighthouse in North America.  Here are the pictures to prove it.

Storm Footage

A short video of the Tropical Storm Beryl from our bedroom window, ending with my dire warning to Rachel about not getting nail polish on the carpet.

Day Six - Rainy Day Edition

Mike and I took a short trip to Manteo Island to see Roanoke's Lost Colony and the Elizabethan Gardens. In the prelude to the storm, there were waaaay too many mosquitos. The kids, having decided to stay home and sleep in, missed the short window of sunshine and are now driving me crazy. Maybe it started with the ceiling leaking in the kitchen as the wind and rain picked up. Or the wrestling in the living area. Or Mike's great idea to start a beach fire (illegal here) in the Coleman charcoal grill. Or the giant sand message reading, "YOLO!" (You Only Live Once) when I glanced out to see my entire family "wading" in the wind-whipped surf. Or the profanity-laced rap music blaring when I got out of the shower moments ago. Yes, it's true that I snapped the pirated CD into bits with my bare hands while wearing only my bath towel. I believe I may have frightened them a bit because there is only quiet murmuring from the bedrooms now. The plan is to climb the tallest brick lighthouse in the country tomorrow. And then climb back down.

Hold the Swimming

Beryl will be keeping us indoors this afternoon. Rules for swimming in the ocean have been reviewed with the kiddos.

Day Five - Sunset

Day Five - Afternoon Edition

We found a big storage area under the house that has beach chairs, umbrellas, boogie boards and more. Must be leftover items from previous renters. No mermaids, but lots of shells. Beryl is schedule to hit tomorrow. the tide keeps pulling away from shore. Some of our party visited this place and bought T-shirts. Here is the link for the brave souls who wish to know.

Day Five - Morning Edition

Jockey Ridge State Park with the girls. Minus Quinn. He really only wanted to watch TV for the entire vacation anyway. Logan was a bit unhappy about the rain shower - and the climbing - and all the sand, but the photo shoot turned out pretty well. We assured her this was not an historical stop, but a natural land feature made by God. The largest sand dunes on the east coast. She told me that God made amusement parks too. Looks like she and Rachel were practicing for America's Top Model or something.

Day Four

Tricked the boy into joining us for a brief "outing." Girls slept in. Orville and Wilbur Wright Memorial was quite a climb but my parents got us in free with their National Park Pass. Score. Jockey Ridge State Park was the next stop to climb the largest sand dunes on the east coast. We plan on tricking the girls on climbing them tomorrow. I've already prepped Logan by telling her it will be a great background for a senior picture. Who in Illinois will have senior pictures taken from the top of a sand dune?

Currituck Beach Lighthouse

Only 214 steps to the top. Once again, the teens were excited to be there taking in a little history.

Yes, I'm actually paying an entrance fee so you can climb the stairs.

Beryl

If this gets close to us, I'm blaming Quinn, who wished for a storm by writing "HURICANE" in the sand last night. Fortunately, he spelled it wrong, so it looks like it will only be a tropical storm.

Day Three - Early

Sunrise and shell searching, then the girls went back to bed. Quinn declined the dawn-breaking activities.

Day Two

Only about five hours of driving. Antilock breaks work. Mandatory stop at Colonial Williamsburg to see the drummers on parade. Teenagers grumbled, so I put them in the stocks. Outerbanks in time to catch some Atlantic Ocean waves before sunset.

Day One

No pictures. 656 miles. Three teenagers. More swearing from the back seat than I care to mention. Destination tomorrow: Outerbanks, North Carolina.

Have You Ever?

Have you ever looked for your sunglasses while they were on your head? Or searched for your cell phone while talking on it? Once, my friend searched frantically for her toddler before remembering that she had left him at home with his dad. But that was more sleep deprivation than stupidity. I've been there.

I had a meeting with someone yesterday where I thought I was asking fairly simple questions. Even many yes/no questions. Unfortunately, the answers made almost as much sense as this one. Ready for summer vacation!

Mom, I'm Pregnant

That's how a friend of mine started the conversation with her mother one evening. Actually, she wasn't pregnant, but had been in a minor fender bender. I told her she was rotten for doing that to her mom. She told me that it helped put the car incident into perspective. Tonight, Rachel whispered, "Mom's gonna kill me!" As she tells the story, "I looked right, I looked left, then it just came out of nowhere and I ran over it!" After several minutes of questioning, we learned that she ran over a pedestrian crosswalk sign that is BOLTED to the street near the university.

The Iron Lady

We rented Meryl Streep's Oscar-winning portrayal of Margaret Thatcher in The Iron Lady. I expected history. I expected drama. I did not expect the heart-wrenching scenes of a once-powerful woman dealing with dementia/Alzheimers or the love story unfolding between Margaret and Denis, her husband. I did not expect tears to pour down my face in the scene where she finally lets go of her Denis hallucinations. You must see it. I must see it again. Here is a link to the trailer.

Braces Off - again

The second and (hopefully) final set of braces came off today unexpectedly. At a routine adjustment, I noticed the orthodontist sort of searching for something to tweak. I told him that everything looked fine to me and if he wanted to take them off, he should just do it. So, he did it. Don't you think Quinn did a nice job on the "before picture?"

Sinfully Delicious

Bacon-wrapped tater tots with jalapeno. Thank you, Travel Channel. We opted to bake them at 450 degrees instead of deep-frying. And I'm pretty darn sure they tasted better that way because all the bacon grease soaked right into the tots. Not for the faint of heart.

Stupid Switch

Most fourteen-year-old boys have the switch. It's to blame for saying stupid things, doing stupid things, and making stupid noises. Quinn's seems to be stuck in the "on" position. This evening for example, we were visiting with a gentleman from the neighborhood, when I looked up to see Quinn staring at him from the door (and wearing a black ski mask). Later, I scolded him for "showing up in a ski mask like a crazy person!" Quinn corrected me. "I appeared, Mom. I appeared to him through the window while wearing a black ski mask."

My Keeper Scores

Rachel has finally been released to play goalie for her soccer team (That's layman's term for "keeper"). Today however, she played forward instead and scored a goal during the first regional game! Do you know how to score in a breakaway? I've looked up the basics and linked them here for you. The result was much better than last year's breakaway attempt, though much less funny.

Money

Quinn wants to buy a new gaming system. He needs $50. He keeps talking about it and talking about it and talking about it. I keep offering to pay him to do various jobs around the house. He keeps declining. "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, MOM! I DON'T WANT TO DO WORK - I JUST WANT TO GET MONEY!!!" Yeah, that's a pretty good line for your first job interview, buddy. Let me know how it works out.

BTW

I've been hearing a lot of BTWs this week. "BTW, did I tell you we think he has autism?" "BTW, he is a good boy except when he gets in one of his 'punching' moods." "BTW, I don't really think he has a speech problem. He must only talk like that with you." I believe it was a similar comment that preceded the ocular migraine.

Ocular Migraine

I had one today. Weird. Time for a summer vacation.