At first, I thought this trip was doomed. Mainly because our overnight trip to Asheville, was the stuff my nightmares are made of. I let the experiences there set my expectations for our trip this week to Myrtle Beach.
, at first, it appeared like things were starting off just the same.
We packed our car up, Griswold style, and hit the road.
The rest of the day went a little something like this.
Rori wailed, the entire drive, and
we get lost, twice. (No fancy GPS for us. We roll old school around here, lol)
When we arrive at the hotel, 4 hours later, the gentleman kindly tells me our room will not be ready for another
The hotel offered zero parking and make its guests park a few buildings down.
Oh! There was also a crotch rocket rally being held on Memorial weekend causing us to be surrounded by a very, very, rowdy crowd. Even the hotel employees were counting down the days until the rally was over.
“Just one more day…” the housekeeper told me.
Three miserable hours later, we grab a hotel dolly, cross the busy street, down the sidewalk, and up a hill to the car and load it up to the top. My husband was in charge of getting the dolly across the street and into our room, while my job was to safely cross the street with three kids.
However, we didn’t account for the bump in the road, sending two of the frozen meals I had prepared in aluminum baking dishes,
flying through the air and onto the street corner
Bubba scrambles to save what is left and made a flying leap to the sidewalk just before the herd of crotch rockets hit him.
Relieved to be in the room and settling in, we all dress in our swim suits and head to the beach, where Bubba and I try to corral two crying toddlers running in opposite directions across the beach. During this time, I get
pinched by a CRAB
! If you follow me on
, then you probably saw the delightful image of my pinched foot. And if you’re wondering, it hurt! hahaha! Bubba tells me this sort of stuff can only happen to me, lol. 🙂 (Thanks hun.)
Even after all of that, the trip was awesome, and I will be documenting it here over the next week. As for the rest of that first day, the motorcycle crowd & staff were very polite to us and held the doors open for our brood. Others welcomed us with smiles and
. The waves and weather were picture perfect, and after the initial first few hours there, everything straightened out, kids slept like champs, and we all had a memorable vacation. In fact, we didn’t want to leave! I think we could have stayed there for the rest of the summer.
Wouldn’t that be a dream come true?!
Until next time!
It wasn’t too much longer, before I had a handful of basic ingredients that sat, waiting to be combined, on the kitchen counter. And as I threw everything into a plastic bag, I simultaneously said a silent prayer and crossed my fingers that this would taste good.
Grilled Chicken Marinade
Prompt: Sell yourself in ten words or less.
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Day 10 prompt is about spilling one of our embarrassing life moments for all to read in cyber land.
And while I have a vault full of funny moments, ranging from body parts, drunken college days, to just being an airhead, I think I am going to tell you about the time my car door fell off.
You read it right.
I was seventeen and driving a real piece at the time. It was a white stick-shift, two door Cavalier, that had only one working window, and no A/C (big deal if you live in TX).
So. There I was, resting at a stop sign, ready to pull out onto a highway, when I noticed my door wasn’t shut all the way. (This is the type of car where the seat belt is attached to the door) I tried pulling the door handle to open and shut the door…except…when the door opened, it went KURPLUNK onto the street, pulling me along with it!!
I was absolutely, stunned.
It took a minute of me staring down at my door, laying on the ground, to realize this really did just happen. My car door fell off. In the street!
After a minute, I pull myself together, wiggle out of my belt, and try to pick up the door that was barely hanging from the support of the seat belt.
Ugh!! The door was so heavy, though. If you could imagine a 100 pound teenager, red faced, eyes bulging, on the verge of a hernia, trying to left a heavy bleepin’ car door…well it was a sight.
Then…a glimmer of hope came. As I squatted, giving myself a hernia, someone pulled down the road. Surely they would stop and help me put my door back on. So I put on my best, “I’m helpless” face in hopes they would ask if I needed help.
The slooooowed down, peering at me with raised eyebrows, like I was a mad woman, and drove off!! Ugh! The nerve!
Eventually, I managed to find one of the “pins” that fell out of the door hinge and place part of the door back together…at least together enough, so that all I had to do was hold it shut while I slowly drove home.
Only thing was…I drove a stick.
There I was, creeping at five mph, holding the door closed with one arm, and the other trying to shift gears while my right knee steered.
It was a scene. Looking back on it, I don’t blame those people for driving away.
I finally made it home, with my dignity momentarily left behind.
So there it is. My embarrassing confession.
What is your embarrassing moment?
My very small moment…in my long day…after exploring the beautiful city of Asheville. A moment of rest.
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|Picture is by Mary Beth @ Annapolis & Company|