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Our Floridian Adventure part one

WE’RE BACK!!!!  I have a lot of pictures, which I will be posting samples of here and the rest on Flick over the next couple of days, but for now I’ll give you a rundown of our big, Floridian adventures.  Once I add pictures though, this could get pretty long so I think I’ll divide this post into two different ones. One post for the days pre-wedding, and one for the wedding and the day after.

Friday was hectic; I cleaned and prepped our house so that we could take off as soon as Alex arrived home from work. Once he did we were off to the airport at a whopping 10 MILES PER HOUR thanks to good ol’ downtown Atlanta traffic. However, we made it in time and by 11:30 p.m. we were not only in Florida, but we were tossing our luggage into our rental car.

Ahhh the sweet rental car. I must admit…I splurged. Oh did I splurge. We rented a 2010 V8 Ford Mustang convertible in white. Still be my heart! That machine (and let’s be honest here…it was not a CAR, oh no, it was a MACHINE) was so much fun, almost a little TOO much fun. Especially at midnight. On the interstate. With no other traffic. Tehehehe! The convertible was more money, but honestly, we drove everywhere we could with the top down and enjoyed ourselves fully. So, for us at least, the extra cost was paid in full by the fun we had driving around town in the vehicle. (Only issue now is that when I got home I desperately wanted to drive to the nearest car lot and say TRADE PLEASE!) Once we had loaded up our sweet ride, we headed off to the hotel / motel and crashed for the night. Poor Alex had been up 22 hours at this point.

Saturday I woke up and explored the place we were staying at, as well as taking some pictures. I had fun switching between the normal mode and the super-macro mode for some of these shots.

A touch of Paradise

Once Alex woke up, donned our beach gear, and then headed off to find breakfast. We ate at this lovely place called Jan’s in downtown Jensen Beach. The menu was pricier, but the amount of food you received blew us away. One plate combo could feed four children or two adults EASILY. And then…then we headed to THE BEACH! Oh I love the beach. I love the sand in your toes, bathing suit, every dang where you move. I love the salty smell in the air, the salty water drying on your skin, and the taste on your lips after you plunge into the ocean. I love the seagulls, and the way people walk when they realize the sand is hot. What I don’t love…is the massive amounts of Kelp you had to get through to have fun. HOLY COW you’d get half way out to the calmer part and a wave would shove you back into a tangled mass of Kelp. It was so thick you would literally stand there unable to step forward without tripping …. You had to time it right with the waves to glide over the masses. (Although it was fun to get past and then watch others try to fight their way through)

Margaritas and a good book

We spent several hours at the beach relaxing with our friends, visiting people we knew that were also  in town attending the wedding before heading off back to our hotel for a nap. Once my parents arrived we all headed out to grab dinner in downtown. We managed to find our way to the most delicious restaurant. I have to pause here and give a special shout out to the owner:

If you are ever in the Stuart, Fl or Jensen Beach, FL area (lots of small towns here) it is not only worth the drive, but also the money, to go see Jarrett and eat at the Pineapple Republic. The atmosphere, the food, the service…all of the above is beyond STELLAR. The steak literally melted in your mouth it was so tender. The past surpassed anything we could ever have, and while I’d love to offer you up an idea of how my Dad’s meal tasted…he ate too fast for the rest of us to snatch a bite.  PIG!

After dinner we headed back to our hotel where we relaxed in the pool and enjoyed all the fun murals to be had throughout the property. This was both a good and a bad idea. Good in that we were all SOOOOO relaxed (Gosh, I was so relaxed I went to be first. I’m a party pooper, what can I say) but the bad news is after doing this we have now resolved to taking an entire WEEK down there. Just imagine our little wallets moaning in pain. That’s what we managed to do!

Mural by our room


Fourth of July Jubilations

The Fourth of July is a time of a celebration, relaxation, fireworks, and for most of us. ..time spent with loved ones helping to celebrate. I’m sure most of you spent the weekend watching fireworks, or setting off some of your own, and grilling out while enjoying a long weekend. Like you, my family and I enjoyed the holiday as a time to celebrate and party! (like its 1999 Baby!!!) To bad I found out my entire family is a huge pack of liars! Liars I tell you! But you know what? I absolutely LOVE them for the lies, this week only!

You see, while most of you are out celebrating the USA’s good ol’ day of independence with fireworks, burgers, and beer, my family breaks out the cookie cake. Because I got older. Wahoo!! This year I was repeatedly asked what I wanted for my birthday and my reply was always “I don’t know!” Until they gave up on me. Or so I thought… (I KNEW I should have suspected something. Alex is ten times more stubborn than I…and Mom, well HELLO she is my mother. Can’t hide a thing from her, except Christmas gifts!)

So Friday rolls around and my calls to ask if I’ll be ready to go out Saturday around 3 p.m. to purchase my gift. I was notably confused, but went “Sure” after a minute or two. That evening I tell Alex the plan and he agrees to the time (which is odd in and of itself because he works Saturdays so we try to spend those evenings together) and then tells me he’s going to pick up my gift that night so I’d get it when I got home. Now, I realize many of you are probably shaking your heads at poor blind Stephanie who failed to see the OBVIOUS machinations going on behind my back, But I trusted in their honesty. More fool me! Saturday rolls around and off Mom and I go to shop. We go by several stores, she even takes me by this antique store I love (we got the kitchen table from there and several décor items) to show her the Kitchen Hutch I wanted so badly. When we stop I note its been sold and go “oh well” before moving on. (yup I can see all of you are MUCH smarter than I am) We headed off to a local store where we purchased my gift from my parents. It’s a beautiful rug but it sure was a challenge getting that in the car!

Mom: (standing outside by the car with the rug) Soooo, how did we plan to get this in the car?

Stephanie: I have no clue. Um, maybe we can just squash it in there?

Mom: Oh I know! Lets unroll the rug (which is a 10’x8’ area rug I might add) and then we can fold it! WHAT?? It will fit in your cargo space that way!

Stephanie: MOM! You are nuts.  Let’s try this first, let’s each pick up an end, fold it into a “U” shape and shove it in the rear window without actually opening the trunk. Then Alex can retrieve it!

This quick exchange in the parking lot was followed by what must have been a hilarious to observe couple of minutes of grunting, shoving, and then finally dusting off of our hands as we admired our handiwork. Not that Alex appreciated our singularly unique skill at shoving a 10×8 foot rolled up rug into a 2x4x5 foot cargo space. But we sure did!!

We finish shopping and finally head to my house two hours later. We pull up and I go knock on the front door so Alex can help us unload the rug. (hehehehehe) Then I walk into my house. Seconds later I ran out SCREAMING “I love you I love you, you’re a Jerk but I love you!!!” What did you think I saw?

Why this lovely hutch sold to Josh Turner (yes I know, blind as a bat and dumb to boot is what I evidently am) from my favorite antique store. Turns out my Mom, Dad, and probably the neighbor down the street were in on this little deal. All with one single goal. Get me out of the house Saturday. See, a big pack of sneaky, stinkin’ liars! God bless them for it!

Alex's Bday gift to me

Mom and Dad bday gift to me

Sunday we all drank and grilled out before playing with legal explosives. Oh and my happy drunk bum decided to Slip n’ Slide! I have picture evidence of why Tequila in large quantities and “great” ideas aren’t perhaps best to be followed by others who have higher levels of sobriety. But we sure had fun!

So Happy Birthday America! I hope you enjoyed celebrating turning a year older as much as I did. What did you do to celebrate the holiday weekend??

First comes Love, then comes Marriage, then comes . . .

A baby in Baby Carriage! O.K. not quite yet in our lives, but it’s certainly a bigger possibility now than it was a month ago. You see a month ago, after much discussion, meetings with doctors, and a hellish month prior to that Alex and I decided that I would quit taking birth control. So in effect while we are not Trying to get pregnant, we are not Not Trying to get pregnant. Ohhh the English scholar in me just shivered at that double negative!

All of the above has led to a number of realizations:

  1. Despite all of those claims about how “The Pill” can clear your skin, calm your moods, shorten your cycle, earn you millions, and solve world hunger (ok ok, not the last two, but the rest of ‘em are claims) turns out….not true for me. I have had HORRIBLE (think surgery people!) acne for years. Worst teenagers nightmare turned into worst nightmare for the rest of my freaking life! Only, hey once I got off of this magical pill, I have the smoothest skin I’ve had since I was 12. Also, mood swings….that was the whole “Month From Hell” noted above. Ask Alex, he had to live with me AND pretend to love me through all that. And give the she-monster I became back-rubs, retrieve ice-cream, and in general deal with the absolute worst temper swings you’ve ever seen in a non-pregnant woman. The last part I can kind of agree with, but all in all I have a message for all you medicine makers: What the heck?!?! Were you trying to break up my marriage in six months or less? I mean, I’m pretty insane and all, and there are days even I start to wonder what the hell Alex sees in me, but seriously? Seriously?!?!?!
  2. Alex and I also went through the realization that “Holy Crap, We’re adults???” You would think the whole living together, marriage, and you know house buying bits would have started us to at least contemplate that we might actually be the ever elusive “Adult” but nope. Not us….Obviously we are in denial. This has led to a great deal of “What If. . .” discussions. It’s that dot-dot-dot that scares us the most. Oh and the whole RESPONSIBLE FOR ANOTHER HUMAN BEING thing.
  3. That this in fact was the biggest decision we’ve ever made together. Forget marriage, that was a piece of cake compared to the possibilities that are inevitable now. It’s just a matter of time . . . Does anyone else here the Jaws music?

Having said all that, last night Alex went off with my brother to do manly stuff (i.e. move shit around and eat out) while my mom and I went and had margaritas! Because she’s a responsible Pastor. HAHAHA Or she was once she had to thrust the drink in my direction because people she knows came into the restaurant. Love ya Momma! When I mention the horrible snafu Alex made to me the other night.

Stephanie: Mom, last night while we are sitting at the kitchen table and I am drinking a class of milk, Alex looked at me and went “Hey Preggers!” Does he not know what this means?!?! Does he not get that I am feeling the drama of going UP in sizes and weight and hip width and just Oh My God Mom!

Stephanie’s Mom: Well Sweetie, no he doesn’t. He’s a man. Sides you know what that means right?

Stephanie: Um, no? He thinks I’m fat?

Stephanie’s Mom: laughing No no no. It means he’s got the bug! He thinks about you pregnant. Heck he’s even made comments around our house.

Stephanie: Jaw dropped, eyes wide, brain whirling at the fact that he actually HAS thought about all this Oh. Huh. Yea I don’t know what to say to that. I mean we’ve talked about the possibility… but Huh.

This was followed by my drink being finished rather quickly.  Later that night while at home I asked Alex about all of this.

Stephanie: Hey honey, my mom thinks you are thinking about me being pregnant. Are you?

Alex: nonchalantly looks over at me, Well yea, I think you would be cute . . . . . .  for about 6 months.

THIS is what I live with people. I thought guys were supposed to be afraid of babies. I thought guys were supposed to be afraid of marriage. Go figure I went and found the one guy out there who not only brought up marriage two (yes that is right people, I said 2, two, dos, you get the idea) months into dating. And you people thought it was all me. HA!