Our Holiday.

How was everyones Holiday?

I'm still coming down off of my Santa high (visit the post before this one).

I know lots of you are still vacationing. So are we. We've been vacationing at the beach.
If you've been reading my blog, then you know that going to the beach is a pain in the ass for me. Sand everywhere. I can't really stand it. It annoys me and there's no escape from it. You end up taking it home with you. Kids bring 3x as much.

Angel told me one time that I've gotten spoiled. WHAT?!? Please! I had to set him straight.
I told him: " I have NOT gotten spoiled. When you met me, I had NEVER gone fishing. I was a homebody who liked to stay indoors and watch movies all of the time. All I wanted to do was sleep..taking naps was my favorite past time. You remember those times, I had you watching movies with me. I CHOSE to spend time doing the things that YOU like to do even if that meant going fishing and spending days at the beach. Yes, I enjoyed it and did it quite often 'back in the day' with you but now that I'm working and always tired...I'd rather spend most nights indoors doing what I like best. I still go to the beach and fishing with you, just not as often as I did before. So do realize that I am NOT spoiled, I'm the same Sheila you met and married. "

We went to the beach.
FORTUNATELY...we live about 15-20 minutes from the Gulf of Mexico so we can spend the day at the beach and spend the night at my favorite place...HOME. UNFORTUNATELY...because we live 15-20 minutes from the Gulf of Mexico...we have to abandon ship constantly, just like rats, during hurricane season. We don't care, we love it here.

So here is what we did during the day...

Angel woke me up early. 5:45. Now, normally I would be getting up around this time to get ready for work but I (and my body) knew it was a holiday which meant that there was a high possibility of me getting to sleep in. I was trying to reject the wake-up call. I would have to get up and immediately put on my bathing suit. That isn't a very common thing for me to do. And it was the last thing I wanted to do.

I did it, got my ass in gear, and we took off for the beach.

This is me:

I know that some of you may be looking at my hairdo and wondering what's up with the two buns on the side of my head...

Not exactly a fashion statement...and believe me, I wasn't trying to make one. There's a method to my madness...

They are strategically placed to prevent my head from rolling from side to side while I'm trying to nap. They serve their purpose.

Moving on..

MIAH

DEVYN

DOM Dom didn't want to smile for the camera. That's fine, I told him these pics were going into the post and he wanted to stay like that. No biggie. He just looks so grown up.

Guess what I saw here..remember this post? Well check it out:

No, we didn't go out and get one...remember?...coffin...ughh. BUT...we did drive by someone who did get one and I made Angel pull a U-y so I can get a pic.

We also saw some small sculptures someone carved in the sand.

Miah decided she could do the same:
Miah, Devyn and I decided we were going to go walk to the end of the Jetty:

We're almost there. It gets scarier as you get closer to the end. There are waves crashing up against the rocks along the wall of the Jetty and we get wet. Not to mention the seaweed that lines the cement under our feet.

We touched that end rail and quickly turned around and went back because we were scared. We had fun though.

Devyn was trying to give me a heart attack by crawling up and down the jetty wall.

He agreed to "stay low" so that I wouldn't worry about him slipping and rolling down the rocks.

Dom mostly just kept to himself and fished so Angel took Miah closer to him so she could watch him and they could look out over the water.

Devyn likes to just sit and play with his toys in the sand.

The weather started getting cooler so we packed up and took off to visit Angel's Dad and step mother. I don't have pics of the kids there because as soon as I got there I passed out (I had a few beers and I was in the sun all day). I woke up a couple of hours later and found out that I felt nauseated. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I felt like I was bloated and I couldn't walk. I looked in the mirror and realized I was super sun-burned. I MEAN RED. I know you are all thinking..big deal, so what, you got sun-burned. Listen...I'm a black person. I don't get burned. I may get "darker" but actually getting burned to the point of looking pink has never happened to me.

We were on the Jetties. I kept smelling BBQ but when I looked around, I didn't see anyone que-ing. Low and behold...it was ME! I was literally baking out in the sun. See, that's why I don't like to go to the beach!

Okay..so maybe I don't look like I'm burnt and in agony. Take my word for it.

I AM!