Our Vacation

Dan and I recently returned from a week away on vacation! It was very nice. We were at the shore. We had a view of the ocean, even though we were half a block off the beach, and there was a house that was partially obstructing our view. It was awesome to hear the ocean from our balcony. The only thing about having this great view was the fact that we were on the third floor of the condo, and there was no elevator. That was hard on my body! The place was nice, though, and it was surprisingly quiet, even though we were one block away from a bar that usually has live music all summer. I had physical limitations, though, which I am not used to. That got on my nerves. I wanted to walk on the boardwalk longer than I could, and I wasn't always into going out, since wherever we went, sitting was uncomfortable. They had some cool, free activities right down the street from our condo, which was nice. We heard a couple of bands play, and there was an Irish night, which featured young girls doing their Irish dancing. It was really cool, and there were lots of families there, which only got me excited about next year, when we'll have a little one with us, enjoying these things along with us.

The beach was nice, but it seemed like all of the smokers wanted to sit near us, and the wind would blow in the right direction for me to get a whiff every time. After a couple of days with the same people around us, we got to know who not to sit near, which kids were not going to run by our blanket too close, kicking up the sand. Well, the day we tried another part of the beach, we were witness to a very angry woman who reminded us of Janice from The Sopranos. She kept yelling at her three young boys, when they didn't seem to be doing anything wrong. The one boy, about ten years old, started towards the water, and she started screaming at him, actually telling him she'd kick his butt if he didn't come back- it was ridiculous! Once every few minutes there was an outburst from her, and I just felt bad for the kids. Some people shouldn't be parents.

One night, we met up with my Mom and Step-dad in Atlantic City, where they treated us to some dinner and gambling. They are much better at the slots than we are! Dan had never been, so that was nice. He enjoyed it. I put up a picture of us from one of the casinos. I have a dumb look on my face, b/c my camera was acting like the piece of junk that it is, but it's really the only picture we have of the both of us with actual clothes on! And by clothes, I mean not bathing suits or lounging-around-the-condo clothes. Get your mind out of the gutter! LOL!

I took lots of video of us hanging out with my new camcorder, so that's nice to have. We had a lot of fun, and I am lucky that Dan is a pretty laid back kind of guy, b/c he didn't mind that we didn't go crazy with lots of activities. He was more worried that I would get frustrated with myself for not being able to do a lot. Which I did. But there's only so much you can do when you're 32 weeks pregnant, and always hurting somewhere. Next year will be awesome! We were saying that we don't know how we'll fit all of our luggage, plus a baby, plus the baby's things, all in our Jeep Cherokee. I reckon we'll have to get one of those Big Mac- looking things for the roof! That will be a riot!