Tales from Vacation: Large bruises, large portions, and little bikinis!

Well I’m back from my 10-day excursion to the middle of nowhere (i.e. very, very rural Clarendon County) and a delicious week and a half at the lakehouse. I love that place. More than the place, though, I love the family I get to see there and the fun times we get to enjoy together. I’m not sure the lake would mean anything without them all (though in reality, I’d still make darn good use of the place in their absence). And since I am waaaaay behind my work both at home (hello, Dyson Vacuum…nice to see you again?) and with my freelance consulting, I’ll keep this post short and sweet and numerical. Here are the tidbits from my time off:

  • My child (now an alarming four days away from his 10-month birthday) is so close to walking that it’s not even funny. I sort of predicted, way back in his newborn stage, that he’d walk while we were at the lake for the 4th of July, but it turns out my predictions were pretty spot-on. He definitely let go and strolled a few steps, several times, from one side of his play yard to the other. It’s just a matter of time before he’s outrunning us all.
  • Let’s talk about water sports! Uh, yeah…moral of that story is this: know when to LET GO. We got tossed of the tube plenty of times over the course of the week, usually while riding two-at-a-time. What I didn’t anticipate was being completely pwned by that thing on Saturday, while tubing solo on calmer waters. I was feeling pretty stable until we hit one good boat wake in the middle of a figure 8 – at which point, the tube turned on its side and my stubborn white knuckles just wouldn’t let go. After skidding along the surface of the water, bathing suit bottom BARELY intact (okay, let’s be honest…I was losing it) a few times, I realized that one more hit at 40 mph might really be bad for my side and let go. Talk about a mother of a bruise the next day…looked like a hickey from a basking shark. Ouch.
  • The cookbook is in the works, y’all!! Mom sent me home with a folder of all her best recipes, jotted down or typed in very old 90s word processing form. These have been waiting a decade to be put into print, so look for something very exciting around Christmas. No, Random House hasn’t picked it up yet, but I’m just waiting for that call from Paula Deen.
  • I’m officially an antique kitchen ware FIEND. I’ve been wanting to start my collection of old Pyrex and Jadeite for awhile, and man…I found the place. Hell no, I’m not telling you where it is, but let’s just say I’ve got a lady in Santee who knows a thing or two about 1950s-style cookware. I came home with a complete set of Pyrex Gooseberry nesting Cinderella bowls AND two covered casseroles that I picked up at the place, and I’m just chomping at the bit to get back there and pick up this fabulous Jadeite salt shaker I saw. My kitchen may soon be outfitted with copious open shelving. This could be an addiction. My mom also sent me home with a cute little find that she found for $2 at Goodwill – a medium oval covered glass casserole from Anchor Hocking. Looks like about a 1970s-1980s piece, and I saw one just like it at the place of my lady in Santee (the one I’m not naming or giving details about). Gotta protect my secret find, ya know? Needless to say, my kitchen is going to be seeing some dramatic changes over the next year or so. I have storage ideas, paint (I said I wouldn’t, but looks like I lied), seating changes, etc. in mind. The theme? Jadeite green, with a few pink splashes here and there. Thing Better Homes and Gardens meets 1950s domestic diva. 
  • The green polka dot suit was a hit. Will definitely post a pic as soon as I get a chance. My only wish with the suit was that I’d gotten the bottom a size smaller. Oversize bottoms act like flippers and catch all the water, especially when one is catapulted off a small rubber projectile whilst going 40 mph over open water. Let’s just say it’s a recipe for wardrobe malfunction awesomeness.
  • I wish I could change some things going on in my family, but then I also find myself incredibly thankful for the clarity provided by these situations. Granted, I’m not exactly renowned for my ability to edit myself, but I’m learning to just sit back and hold my tongue in situations that really don’t affect me that much. On the other hand, I’ll always call a spade a spade. Guess that’s a little cryptic (sorry I can’t say more), but I definitely appreciate the self-examination and motivation for myself that was gleaned from an unfortunate situation for some loved ones. All I can do is send that stuff up to the Big Guy. They say that money is the root of all evil, but I don’t think so. I think people are the root of all evil and money is just little green pieces of paper.
  • I need to start working on “Nelson’s Cut” again. Maybe this week I will post a snippet of the first chapter, which was penned almost two years ago. When I got pregnant with Russ, all my attention turned to baby everything and I sort of lost interest in it. But just being at the lake, combined with the family stuff mentioned above, sort of helped me realize that I need to get back to it.
  • My laptop crapped out completely midweek. I was using it to start putting those recipes into formatted files, but the motherboard is basically fried. Not sure what’s going to happen with it, but we are now officially down to ONE slow desktop at our house. This should make things pretty interesting.
  • Quotes for the week: 
    • “It comes in a lot of flavors…VOMIT!”
    • “FOOT! Well, it said “Down under…”
    • “They’re Poop Buddies.”
    • “That child was blue, I tell you!”
    • “It’s Cornelius.”

And that’s about it! Back to being a pumpkin.

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