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Showing posts with label port aransas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label port aransas. Show all posts
Holiday Snapshots
Here are a few pics of our 4 day weekend.
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| Surrounded by his cousins. He's in big trouble. |
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| Tried to go golfing for our anniversary, but it poured. |
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| Born to walk the runway. |
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| Enjoying Port Aransas. Yes, that is seaweed, nasty. |
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| Lots of time in the car. I love how Turner braces himself : ) |
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| Turner's first time on a horse. He scowls just like his Dad. |
Port A Weekend
Alex and I took a short trip to the beach this weekend with my sister/bro-in-law and my nieces. We went mainly so Alex could go fishing, but for the second year in a row he caught absolutely nothing ; ) Even though we were just a 10 min walk from the beach, we actually never stepped foot on it. Kind of sad that I had no desire to go, but I'm just not in to the sand sometimes. All 8 of us stayed in an RV, and boy did I learn quick that I do not want 4 kids (3 is now pushing it). I love my nieces to death, but they are a lot of work! Not the most relaxing weekend, but always worthwhile when I get see family.
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Beach Belly
Warning! You are about to be blinded by a very white belly! Alex and I had to document my growing stomach in Port A, even though it was covered up most of the time by a fishing shirt. I still feel like people think I have a beer gut, so I'm a bit skiddish about letting the sucker out. The best part about being pregnant at the beach was that I could scarf down a full bag of Cheetos and a hot dog, and still feel perfectly ready to go out in my bathing suit. Nothing like a bloated belly to help me float in the water.
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| Bathing Suit: Victoria's Secret (3 yrs. old) |
"Am I being Punk'd?"
For Memorial Day weekend, Alex and I took a short trip to Port Aransas with family. I ate junk food and processed meats all weekend, didn't get a hint of a tan because I lathered myself in sunscreen and wore a fishing shirt most of the time, and officially become the designated golf cart driver (thank you pregnancy). My family rented some awesome 6 person golf carts that we drove all over town, and at night were quite the adventure when you have drunk adults screaming directions at you.
Now, for my horror story.
One afternoon when we were on the beach, I drove the golf cart down to the nearest porta potty. I grabbed the golf cart key and hesitantly walked in. I plugged my nose, and tried my hardest not to look down. Suddenly, I heard this high pitch noise, that sounded just like a key falling. Oh yes, I dropped the key in to the toilet. Words can't describe the "Oh crap" feeling I experienced at that moment. Not only was the rental quite expensive, but it wasn't my golf cart to start with. Yep, I was screwed. Now, the horror begins. I proceeded to stare into the toilet searching for the key, but after 10 minutes of staring at the most disgusting things you've ever seen in your life, I gave up. I seriously stood up at one moment, and thought, "Seriously! I'm either in a horror movie or I'm getting punk'd." Thankfully, we were able to get a copy of the key, and I didn't have to make the plunge.
Lesson learned: Don't take anything important in to a porta potty!
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| Playing Banjo w/PaPa |
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| We've got to protect our vampire white skin |
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| The infamous golf cart |
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