Me: (as we are driving through patches of dense fog on unfamiliar roads at 4:30 a.m.) So do you think the turtle is good and tight? I mean, total strangers aren't going to be watching me pick my unders up off the ground?
Rodger: That turtle is NEVER coming off the top of this car.
Internet, he said the "N" word!
Never.
That word coming out of someone's mouth usually makes me nervous. Whenever I say "never", I hear a chuckle come straight down from heaven. I'm just going to say, that word is mostly not a part of my vocabulary. I mean, some things are worth being dogmatic about. But turtles? We haven't even hit the Appalachain Mountains yet!
I can say that my Boy Scout, knot tying, engineer brain husband came through for us! That turtle did not budge on top of our car. He's the MAN!
So after my little concern about the turtle I kinda thought it was going to be smooth sailing. Clearly I was under some sort of delusion. We weren't even a half hour down the road and don't you know, we had a def con three level explosion in the back seat. There was a fight about who had more space, who was hogging the pillow, "someone" had an explosion of tears because they were sick/couldn't breathe/felt like they were going to have an asthma attack. And this wasn't even one of the asthmatics...
My first thought was gee, we only have twelve more hours to go. It's gonna be good!
Fortunately we didn't have another outbreak for the rest of the trip to the Outer Banks (that I can remember. I probably blocked it from my brain!).
We were all pretty excited to be going to the beach! We love the beach and this is our third year of going with The Miller clan. Personally I would bring every family that we thoroughly enjoy, but it never seems to happen... There's always next year though!
We ended up heading to the northern part of the island this year instead of going in the southern direction. We stayed up in Corolla. Now, we own a Corolla for gas mileage purposes and it is a great little car. We also pronounce it Core-Oh-Luh. HA! But in Core-Oh-Luh you pronounce the town name Cuh-Rah-Luh. Big differnce when you have a Ukranian waitress that has assimilated into life there. I kept saying it one way, she'd say it the "right" way. So my week went.
I highly recommend the area. It was bursting with quaint little shops and fun little restaurants . It seems to be much newer in the development arena so it looks clean and small town-ish. We thoroughly enjoyed Nags Head, but it looked a little more beat up down there.
I think I have way more pictures than one blog post can do justice to, so I'll just post a few now and have more later. Now and Later.
Meanwhile, since we've been back we had mowing jobs to keep, soccer camps x2 to get to, cherries to can into pie filling (there will be a whole post on that!), trips to Ann Arbor, Michigan to do and one birthday to celebrate! Somewhere in there I watched another one of my favorite kinds of shows: Cranford. It's a BBC production... I love those BBC films. They make me smile. They make me wish that young ladies were more shy and young men persued the young ladies with...with...flowers and kind words. Not quoting some cruddy rap song all about their bodies. Or maybe I'm living in the wrong era. Of course if I lived back in the 1800's I would have been leeched to death and died from a common cold ~ they were more fagile back then, ya know! Ok, I've been down a really long rabbit trail, I'm bringing it all back to the vacation!
Since pictures are worth a thousand words, I'm going to shut up and let some of the pictures speak for themselves! Plus I have to go and get the cherries out of the water bath... They just beckoned.
Off we go! The turtle that didn't budge.
This is just a smattering of pictures I have in my arsenal! We took over 600 pictures, and many of those were at the hands of two teenage girls. They were on it!
Enjoy the rest of your weekend,
Tammy
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