Still fascinated by these little buggers.
Still fascinated by these little buggers.
The new office is finally finished. Well, the painting is finished. Honestly? It looks great. I'm so pleased with it. So pleased that I mentioned something to LMK about painting our bedroom since we have all the painting stuff we need. I thought he might strike me. Heh.
The second and third pictures look a lot alike. HOWEVER! If you look at the door and the base boards in each picture, I think you'll notice a difference. I notice a HUGE difference in the room and I'm so glad I insisted on painting the trim white.
Teeny, tiny turtles - red sliders I believe they're called. I would have loved one of these for my classroom, but I was afraid of how big they would get and also, could I get them home alive.
This is the crab that appeared beside me on the beach one day. I named him Jacques.
Aldergator at Huntington Beach State Park.
Ok, ok we're not painting anything red. But that's just because when we move we'd have to paint over it and red would be a pain in the ass.
Remember how I said we're moving the office? Well, we're painting it too. I'm so excited! We've lived here a year and a half and we're finally painting! The walls are done and we've got it all taped off so we can paint the windows, doors, and base boards white tomorrow. Yay! Soon it will be done and we'll be able to move in furniture and hang stuff on the walls.
Here is the before:
And this is what it looked like before we put the painter's tape up:
After shots coming soon!
I'm trying to convince LMK to let me paint the bedroom since we've got everything to paint and all we would need is another gallon of paint in the new color. However, he's just been informed that we have to go to Historical Virginia for a conference the last week of July. I'm tagging along to since I wanted to go there this summer and I have tickets to get into Historicaltown free since the "traveling show" came to our classroom.
Unfortunately, that really cuts into our painting time. My parents come the week after (and we're going to Tech that week for a few days - HOORAY!) and then he has two weeks until soccer season begins and I have a week until I have to go back. We cleaned the bedroom (wall and floor washing clean) this afternoon so I'm confident we can get the rest of the house done if we put our minds to it.
Plus, I'm dying to try out my new nail polish from here. It's mesmerizing. Why had I not heard of this store!?
So, you'll understand if I'm not here. Summer is just flying by!
I'm supposed to be cleaning the spare bedroom that we're thinking about relocating the office to, but I'm procrastinating so I can share the "Big Boom" story or as I like to call it, "How I Broke My Baby".
Let me preface this story with the fact that my mother-in-law swears that "it's not vacation until you have car trouble." Um...okay, wish you would have mentioned that BEFORE I broke my baby, but it's good to know regardless.
So, we arrived at the beach and were having a great time. Surf, sun, sea, sunburn - we had all the S's covered. Thursday night, I decided I wanted to run back to a store to get a pair of shoes that I liked, but hadn't gotten a few days earlier. It was pouring rain and there wasn't much else to do besides watch tv or go shopping. Plus, you have to understand how RARE it is for me to find shoes I like anywhere but Payless. Those shoes were ON SALE and destined to be MINE. Plus, there was a cute little beach shop that I wanted to stop at to get a beach shirt for myself.
There is one road onto the inlet where we stayed. Well, there are more, but the one we use is the closest and fastest. LMK and I headed off the inlet with me driving. The Prius is our car, but let's face it. She's mine. I usually drive her; LMK is lucky to ride along. He accepts that.
As we approach the stop light, I hit what I thought was a puddle. However, instead of a neat little splash, we are jarred practically out of our teeth by a pot hole. Shit, shit, shit! I've hit a couple pot holes since we got the car and I'm always sure I damaged the car. Luckily, nothing happened. Until this pot hole.
We pulled into the gas station and LMK got out to check the tires. No problem. He gets back in and we continue to the beach shop. A ways down the road, I look down and notice the tire inflation warning light is illuminated on the dash. Commence instant panic. SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MY CAR! SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH MY BABY! LMK is trying to calm me down, but I do NOT handle car problems well. I chalk it up to my control freakiness. I'm not in control, hence panic. This is also the man that told me, "Just because the check engine light comes on, doesn't mean something's wrong!" Uh, yeah, it does. Finally, he agrees to call the Toyota dealer in the morning to see about getting it checked before we leave. I can live with that. I'm a little neurotic about my car, I admit it.
We get to the beach shop and I get out to inspect the tires myself. HOLY SHIT, THE FRONT TIRE IS LOW! Re-commence panic. LMK gives up trying to reason with me and agrees to just go back to the condo where he and his dad can put on the spare until we get it looked at. I turn out of the shop and proceed to take back streets to avoid cutting across 4 lanes of traffic with a low tire. Unfortunately, we end up in a development at a cul-de-sac. More panicking. LMK opens the door to check the tire and we hear this whooshing noise. I'm out of the car and over to his side. Not only is the front tire FLAT the back tire has a hole so large it's WOOSHING air out. Luckily, we're parked on the hole so it's not completely flat.
This would be the point where I lost it. I have no idea where we are, it's getting dark and even if we get a tow truck, HOW WILL THEY FIND US!?
Thankfully, LMK ordered me into the passenger seat and he slowly maneuvered the car back to the beach shop right off the main highway. After we parked I got out and saw that we had not one, but TWO completely flat tires. Thank goodness, my parents insist that I have AAA. We called LMK's Dad to rescue us and then we called AAA to get us towed to the dealership.
From that moment on, everyone was great. The owner of the beach shop told us we could sit there as long as we needed. The tow truck driver got their in under an hour and my in-laws came and rescued us.
My secret worry was that I'd ticked off my car. When we bought her the salesman made a comment about how the car would get to know my driving style and adjust to be more efficient based on that. I was afraid my baby was sitting at the garage plotting how to get even with me for hurting it.
The Toyota dealership was phenomenal. They got our car in (without an appointment) and fixed in under 2 hours. Not to mention it was reasonably cheap considering we needed not one but TWO brand new tires. This experience is enough to make me buy another Toyota in the future. The next day, we picked up the car (which I hugged and apologized to profusely).
On the way home, I took at look at that pot hole. Holy crap! Not only is it about 2ft long and 1 ft wide, it's got a large piece of metal sticking out of it. No wonder my poor car was injured. In the scheme of things, we're lucky it wasn't damaged worse. We were very lucky.
We're back! I'm thrilled to report that I do like the beach! (I wasn't sure, it'd been so long since I'd been there) We're already planning on going back next year. I'm getting ready to head to bed, tomorrow we'll unpack, and I'll have more time to talk about the trip, but for now, I leave you a summary of the trip - in pictures. More pictures coming to Flickr.
Yes, that would be our car on the roll back. Story coming soon.
We heard from the West Coast kid again. Things are bad, but we're doing our best to cheer her up. We'll keep hoping that something good happens to the kid.
We are off to the beach for our first vacation since our honeymoon. Enjoy the week and think of me, hating to sweat, sitting on the beach. Heh. No lawn mowing this week!
It's not my fault I haven't been here. Really!
The day I finished up at school we headed to Ohio. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! 
I needed out of this town. We got back Sunday after a super quick stop in West Virginia and Friday we leave for the beach.
Needless to say summer is flying by and I've only been back to school once, for about 10 minutes to drop off books. I think I'm sticking to my guns fairly well, don't you?
We're also worrying about our girls. One is having a hard time being back at home on the West Coast.
The other is still undecided about college (due to circumstances beyond her control). It's sad and frustrating. This is kid is smart, determined, and will go places in life - if she digs in her heels and fights.
I'll just continue to hope and pray for their safety and hope that they know they can call us when and if they need us.
I promise to post more when we get back from the beach.
Anyone know where I can buy good phone cards that are relatively cheap?
**Pictures courtesy of our trip.**