Sunday morning at 10 A.M. me and Mer got on the road and sped off toward New Jersey. This was my first "vacation" all year and I could not have been more excited. After about an hour and a half we arrived in Sea Isle City. We hopped out of the car and rushed upstairs where we joined Mer's family for a nice trip over to the beach. Their house which they rent every year is only a block from the beach and it is wonderful. We wandered around and ran into both Mer's aunt Susan and her family, who we hung out with later, and in the other direction we ran into her Uncle, Aunt, daughter Jen, and her boyfriend who everyone made fun of for being old, all of whom were up from Florida for the week.
We stepped onto the beach around 12 o' clock and stayed there until about four and for the first time in a long time, I was able to successfully sit on the beach and not get sunburn. We enjoyed some nice sun and bright blue skies. The waves were big and the water was cold. I loved every second of it. We headed back to her house and had dinner. It was a good ol' time. Lots of funny jokes passing around the table.
Dinner at the shore: Tacos. Lots of Tacos.
Once dinner was finished me, Mer's brother, and her Dad sat on the couch and watched Air Force One. A classic Harrison Ford movie where he (as usual) has to save his family. It was entertaining either way. After that we all went out for some ice cream.
Ice cream at the shore: Blueberries and Cream. Never had it before but it was goooood.
After the ice cream we went over to Mer's Aunt's house. She was staying only one street over from Mer's and we all got together and played a game of catchphrase. It was really really fun and I wish I could have stayed another day and played again because we were all laughing hysterically the entire time. Around 11 o' clock we headed back home. When we got in, everyone decided it was time for bed and got into their jammies, ready to hit the hay.
Mer woke me up the next morning by jumping on me after a run. Needless to say she was quite sweaty, but I didn't mind. We all got ready and headed back to the beach again. We took in the sun and went for a nice long walk along the beach. Mer's grandmom stopped by and sat with us for awhile. We had some sandwiches on the beach for lunch.
Lunch on the beach: A delicious Turkey sandwich.
After several more hours on the beach, we went back to the house to shower and have dinner. We watched some of the Tour de France, and then sat down for dinner.
Dinner at the shore II: Salad, rice, and some chicken. Good stuff.
Once seven o' clock rolled around, which in my opinion came all too soon, it was time for me to head off. I packed up my stuff and drove off into the sunset, literally. Speeding down the Garden State Parkway, I pulled into the toll booth, which was only for one dollar, to find that it only accepted quarters. I didn't have any on my person at the time, so after sitting there for about 10 seconds going "uhhhhhhhh...", I tossed a dollar bill into the thing and sped off toward the Atlantic City Expressway. I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a ticket for that.
I made it home in exactly an hour and a half, and once I got home I headed off to bed, already regretting having left the shore. I want to go back already and can't wait to go to Cape May in August. Oh how I've missed the beach.
Tuesday, July 14
Monday, July 13
SEA ISLE CITY
Mer is on vacation with her family in Sea Isle City until the 18th, so I guess it's up to you all if you want me to post for her, or if you would rather skip her and go right to Ian's turn.
Sunday, July 12
Slurpee Time!
These summer times tend to produce the illusion where the days and weeks seem to blend together. In May and most of June, there was no Constant. It didn't matter what day it was because I had nothing to do on any of those days. When I started volunteering, the merging of days subsided slightly, but since it's only one day a week, I'm still not even close to completely aware.
So it wasn't until BFD sat in the passenger's seat of my car and opened his mouth did I learn that today was none other than July 7, 7/11. AKA Free Slurpee Day. Even with the overcast skies, I could feel the light of Dole shining brightly in my face.
Today was Bill Crossland's birthday party. I told my Mom right before I left that it was a birthday party, and she yelled at me for not getting him anything. Oops. I guess I didn't even think of that. Ah, but Dole had a plan. When we entered the 7-11 right next to Bill's house to get our free slurpees, BFD and I came across a "large" card selection. Meaning, it was a large card. Get it? But the opened card was only slightly smaller than the size of my windshield. Unfortunately, there was only one Jumbo Card there, and it featured a couple of bears hugging each other on a hill, and the text said something about eternal love. But whatever, we got it anyway, and Dan decided to get a sharpie to customize the card to our own liking.
The bears became Mr. and Mrs. Crossland, with the former prominently featured with his chainsaw. Infant Bill is resting in his cradle, with his bear parents ignoring him completely. It was a fascinating depiction by the artistic BFD. And of course, we very lazily scratched out the text and replaced it with some birthday talk. My personal favorite part of this whole jumbo card business was the gigantic envelope that accompanied it. Dan needed to direct the recipient with his useful sharpie to the side with the opening flap, because without direction, a simple man would be lost for hours scouring that the massive white landscape for a way inside.
And of course, it was the best card Bill ever got. As for the party itself, Dan, Ian, and I spent most of our time discussing the intricacies of the Assenchip mythology and timeline, while attempting to map it out on the back of a cardboard party plate.
Ian eventually left, and a little while later, BFD and I decided it was time to continue/begin our Slurpee quest. We went all over the world to 7-11's from every corner, just for free slurpees. We went to Langhorne, and then Newtown, and then two different locations in Levittown. At Newtown, we parked in the handicapped spot because I'm handicapped. Makes sense, no? So as we're pulling out, some crotchety old hag glared at Dan and I. This confused both of us. Is this woman insane? And then as she walked next to the passenger seat window, she pointed in the direction of our parking spot. Yes, yes that is a parking spot. But BFD, sharp as a tack, quickly realized that this woman is accusing us of innapropriately occupying a handicapped spot, and that she wanted that spot for herself. If only I had known what she was trying to say. I would've made her feel like a complete ass. I hate it when old people pretend that they're handicapped. No, you're old, not handicapped. I'm actually physically impaired, you dumb bitch.
But anyway, somewhere in between Newtown and Levittown, we picked up our good friend Nick Gillies, who attempted to illustrate the idiocy of going around all over the place to get tiny cups of slurpee when you could very easily spend a dollar at one location to get a full sized slurpee. I guess he doesn't understand the allure of free stuff. And plus, the joke's on him, because he dropped his gallon of milk and it exploded all over the final 7-11's parking lot. It cannot be denied, though, that he did purchase a carton of milk for his mother.
And then somehow, Ian appeared as if from nowhere in that final parking lot, and we said, "Hey, let's go to the diner!" And that was that.
Breakfast (?): Bacon and eggs (my brother was home from DC, so my Dad made him some breakfast. Whatevs.)
Lunch: I had some chips and ranch dressing at Bill's party.
Dinner: Cheesesteaks.
Other: Lots of slurpees. And a milkshake at the diner.
(Insert lots of pictures).
So it wasn't until BFD sat in the passenger's seat of my car and opened his mouth did I learn that today was none other than July 7, 7/11. AKA Free Slurpee Day. Even with the overcast skies, I could feel the light of Dole shining brightly in my face.
Today was Bill Crossland's birthday party. I told my Mom right before I left that it was a birthday party, and she yelled at me for not getting him anything. Oops. I guess I didn't even think of that. Ah, but Dole had a plan. When we entered the 7-11 right next to Bill's house to get our free slurpees, BFD and I came across a "large" card selection. Meaning, it was a large card. Get it? But the opened card was only slightly smaller than the size of my windshield. Unfortunately, there was only one Jumbo Card there, and it featured a couple of bears hugging each other on a hill, and the text said something about eternal love. But whatever, we got it anyway, and Dan decided to get a sharpie to customize the card to our own liking.
The bears became Mr. and Mrs. Crossland, with the former prominently featured with his chainsaw. Infant Bill is resting in his cradle, with his bear parents ignoring him completely. It was a fascinating depiction by the artistic BFD. And of course, we very lazily scratched out the text and replaced it with some birthday talk. My personal favorite part of this whole jumbo card business was the gigantic envelope that accompanied it. Dan needed to direct the recipient with his useful sharpie to the side with the opening flap, because without direction, a simple man would be lost for hours scouring that the massive white landscape for a way inside.
And of course, it was the best card Bill ever got. As for the party itself, Dan, Ian, and I spent most of our time discussing the intricacies of the Assenchip mythology and timeline, while attempting to map it out on the back of a cardboard party plate.
Ian eventually left, and a little while later, BFD and I decided it was time to continue/begin our Slurpee quest. We went all over the world to 7-11's from every corner, just for free slurpees. We went to Langhorne, and then Newtown, and then two different locations in Levittown. At Newtown, we parked in the handicapped spot because I'm handicapped. Makes sense, no? So as we're pulling out, some crotchety old hag glared at Dan and I. This confused both of us. Is this woman insane? And then as she walked next to the passenger seat window, she pointed in the direction of our parking spot. Yes, yes that is a parking spot. But BFD, sharp as a tack, quickly realized that this woman is accusing us of innapropriately occupying a handicapped spot, and that she wanted that spot for herself. If only I had known what she was trying to say. I would've made her feel like a complete ass. I hate it when old people pretend that they're handicapped. No, you're old, not handicapped. I'm actually physically impaired, you dumb bitch.
But anyway, somewhere in between Newtown and Levittown, we picked up our good friend Nick Gillies, who attempted to illustrate the idiocy of going around all over the place to get tiny cups of slurpee when you could very easily spend a dollar at one location to get a full sized slurpee. I guess he doesn't understand the allure of free stuff. And plus, the joke's on him, because he dropped his gallon of milk and it exploded all over the final 7-11's parking lot. It cannot be denied, though, that he did purchase a carton of milk for his mother.
And then somehow, Ian appeared as if from nowhere in that final parking lot, and we said, "Hey, let's go to the diner!" And that was that.
Breakfast (?): Bacon and eggs (my brother was home from DC, so my Dad made him some breakfast. Whatevs.)
Lunch: I had some chips and ranch dressing at Bill's party.
Dinner: Cheesesteaks.
Other: Lots of slurpees. And a milkshake at the diner.
(Insert lots of pictures).
Saturday, July 11
A Friday Night in Photographs
Lunch: Cinnamon Life cereal.
Dinner: Chicken and Corn on the Cob.
Diner: Ice Cream Sundae.
Tuesday, July 7
So, To Clarify.....
Alright, so obviously the blog is having some sort of mid-life crisis. It's been partying too hard, or studying too hard, or is just sick and tired of those damn kids running all around the house all day and is just plain worn out. So, with everyone just posting all willy-nilly, I suggest we start over again. Dan can blog, say...Tomorrow, and then the rotation can go as usual, meaning Erik, Mer, Ian, Myself, Mrs. Gillies, Anna, and Stacey (I believe that's the correct order). What do you all say? Sound like a plan? Let's get this thing back on track and out of this funk.
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