Trip to the Pacific

We just got back from a family reunion (hubby's side). We stayed at a house right on the Pacific. The beach provided some much needed R & R and lots of entertainment for the kids. We loved seeing cousins and grandparents.

R showed NO FEAR, EVER. He went right into the waves, sand, whatever.

Are these kids having fun, or WHAT? Hee hee. I think the day at the boardwalk finally caught up with them.

We saw the most amazing jellyfish. (One of the highlights of the trip for me).

Break the Ice! Break it into little bitty pieces until the game can't be played anymore!

OK, I'm trying this hilarious experiment. I'm limiting my children's television time. Like seriously trying to limit it. Each day seems to have more hours than the last. Hmmm. In light of that fact I'd like to let out a cyber scream. Helpppppppp Meeeeeeeee! I don't feel better, but whatever. So, today was "game day". We have all these fun games and I love to play games so I declared, "OK, offspring, we're going to play some games today." They walked away. So, then I opened the dusty game cupboard and we settled on "Don't Break the Ice." Anyone know where I'm going with this? WHO IN THE WORLD DECLARED THIS A CLASSIC GAME? That game is pure parental torture! You spend a couple minutes loading those darn "ice cubes" in that plastic frame and then what happens? The kids don't obey the rules and knock one cube out at a time, they spend ONE SECOND smacking the whole thing so all the cubes come out at once. And then the fun begins again. AND what child can put the cubes in themselves? Show me that child. I feel like I've lost the last hour of my life in some weird "Don't Break the Ice" black hole.I just turned the television on.

My Fears

I was recently at a social gathering and the host announced that we were going to play some get-to-know-you games. I make it a point to avoid ANYTHING remotely resembling a get-to-know-you game. I found myself having to answer the question, "What is your greatest fear?"
Anyone who knows me knows that I'm pretty much afraid of everything. It's OK because I'm comfortable being afraid of everything. Everyone began to analyze my psychological state which I found very funny. So, here's my list of fears. Have a good laugh on me.

1. I'm completely afraid of birds. I was dive bombed by our pet bird as a teenager and it was all over after that (as mentioned in my profile). I don't like birds flying over my head (poop issues) and I don't like to touch birds (this posed an interesting dilemma when we had pet ducks two years ago).

2. Adding on to number one, I'm pretty much afraid of every animal. I don't ever like to touch animals. Feeling their bones freaks me out. I don't ever touch animals unless one of my children is in peril and I have not run across that exception yet. Don't tell my kids, but there's pretty much no chance that they'll EVER have a pet other than fish. Poor babies. They can dream, right?

3. I'm terrified of old television shows. Hubby has his own theories on this one. Anytime I see an old television show I have to change the channel and watch something else until I feel OK again. The list of "old" shows includes, but is not limited to: Mary Tyler Moore, Dick Van Dyke, The Love Boat, and sometimes Golden Girls.

4. I'm afraid of anything touching my ankle bones. I will avoid this at all costs. No matter what. Even if it means injury to someone else. If an attacker went straight for my ankle bones, I'd take him down in a nano second.

5. I'm afraid of serving food with a hair in it. Need I say more? Yuck!

6. Add to this list the usual fears of heights, small spaces, bugs, etc.