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Beach Please

Friday, July 25th, 2014

We went to the beach at the beginning of June, and I’ve been meaning to post some photos from our trip. It took me a while to even look through them. I don’t know about you, but I go through mourning post vacation. My five stages of beach grief go a little something like this…

1. Denial and Isolation- “What? Can a girl not enjoy a Corona at her desk at 11:15?”

2. Anger- “Check the Powerball ticket again. CHECK IT.”

3. Bargaining- “We can sell our house, homeschool our kids and open a hotdog stand. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

4. Depression- “I’m going to be alone (doing laundry) forever.”

5. Acceptance- “I guess I will go ahead and download the pics from my iPhone because it is full.”

It is a slow and painful process. Sort of like looking at 100 million photos from someone else’s vacation.

You’ve been warned.

We went to Seaside again this year and had a wonderful time. We switched rentals at the last minute, and the house we ended up with was great.

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Wells and Graham loved playing on the beach (they really didn’t have much choice), and we loved watching them.

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Graham got an ear infection mid-stay but 24 hours and some antibiotics later, he was good to go.

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He also napped at the beach almost every day. At least it wasn’t at dinner each night as in prior years.

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Actually, we all got in on the (lack of) action. Maybe we needed a mid-day siesta because Graham got up at 6:45 EVERY day.
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One morning we walked outside and found this guy chilling by the outdoor shower…

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A nice guy walking by stopped and PICKED UP the snake and took it away, and Graham was like…

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And I was like, Graham don’t EVEN think about EVER picking up a snake, young man. The rest of the trip was thankfully uneventful.

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The only item on the agenda, other than beaching and napping, was eating.

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Toward the end of our trip, we moved to Perdido because SK had a work thing. Related, I would like to have work things in Perdido. Yaya sent me an article about an infestation of sharks in the area, so we stuck with the pool.

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And then we came home with a nothing but a hermit crab, a loser Powerball ticket and 1000 pictures to show for it.

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But as soon as I’m done with this laundry, I’m ready to go back.

bruschetta makes it bettah

Monday, July 14th, 2014

We have an abundance of cherry tomatoes from our little garden. Last night, I got a little caprese cra-zay and whipped up the best bruschetta batch to date.

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It’s so easy it probably shouldn’t be posted on the internet, but it is just too good not to share. Chop some tomatoes, basil, chives and fresh mozzarella.

I used this kind…

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Add a generous amount of extra virgin olive oil, a splash or two of balsamic vinegar and salt and pepper. (I can not type or say salt and pepper without breaking out a little Shoop. Here I go, here I go, here I go again…)

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Let that bowl of delicious sit for a while. The longer it sits, the better your bruschetta. If you need to make this more difficult, you could grill or toast a sliced baguette. Or you could just use these…

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Load ‘em up and chow down.

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So easy and they taste like a mouth full of summertime. Let me know if you have a go-to tomato recipe because I’m running out of ideas. Have a great week!

comments, cops, camp and caffeine

Thursday, July 3rd, 2014

Y’all. If you haven’t read the comments on the last post, you should. There were quite a few that had me cracking up. I think The Wowie needs more guest posts from its hilarious readers (I’m looking at you, “white jeans” Dana). Seriously, thanks for all the blog lovin and funny stories. AND congratulations to Kasie for winning the giveaway. (SK randomly chose a winner so the rest of y’all be mad at him, not me.)

If my June iPhone dump was any indication, the month was spent playing/watching baseball and picking tomatoes. I’m talking lots of tomato pictures. Really exciting stuff.

Speaking of exciting, Wells got to throw out the opening pitch at a Mississippi Braves game. We didn’t tell him beforehand, in case the game was rained out, and because he told me he needs more surprises. And I quote, “Mom, it would be really cool if you picked us up from school one day and told us that we were headed to Legoland California.” I told him it would be a really cool surprise if, when I picked him up from school, he had his backpack, lunchbox AND his glasses.

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video here

Anyway, he was excited and did a great job. All the players signed the ball, and it is now his most prized possession.

Meanwhile, during the game, brother G poured water onto the unfortunate fans sitting underneath us. Mama was too busy watching the game (talking) to notice. I did notice when the ballpark manager and a member of the Pearl police department entered the suite searching for the perp. The look on his face gave him away immediately. That and the water dripping from the railing in front of him.

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I said what any parent would say in such a delicate and embarrassing situation… “At least he didn’t pee over the side.” They should have cuffed us both and hauled us to the pokey.

The boys went to Twin Lakes last week. It was Wells’ third time and Graham’s debut. They were super fired up when I dropped them off the first morning…

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And looked like they’d been beaten when I picked them up.

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Wells was missing a shoe. Graham was wearing his friend’s shirt and crying because a kid called him “sassy boy.” Just so you know, never call a five year old sassy boy… it is highly offensive. Over the course of the week they lost two bottles of sunscreen, a can of bug spray, one New Balance, a pair of shorts, two pair of underwear and a beach towel. I’m happy to report that the shoe was recovered at the closing ceremony lost and found. Not so happy to say that it now smells like a lake full of farts.

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While at camp, Graham had his first Coke. Or as he relived it for me…

MOMIHADACOKEANDITWASTHEBESTTHINGEVERANDILOVEITANDIAMGOINGTOMARRYITOKAYOKAYOKAY

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He’s such a sassy boy.

I hope you have a fun and festive (and cop-free) Fourth of July.

over the hill

Tuesday, June 24th, 2014

Guess what yesterday was?

The Wowie’s 4th birthday. Do you know how old that is in blog years? Like 50. Or maybe even 100.

In honor of this momentous occasion, I shall share 100 Wowie facts that you should know by now.

Wait. A hundred is sort of ambitious. I’ll do fifty.

But fifty things you don’t want or need to know? That seems a little self indulgent.

Okay, so four. Here we go…

#1 When I was little, I ate a Christmas tree lightbulb. I like to think that’s why I’m so bright.

#2 Yaya (my sister) had her driver’s license while I was still in elementary. One day, she wouldn’t pull over her Pontiac 6000 so I could go potty. In turn, I peed in the floorboard of her backseat. Don’t mess with me or my need to pee.

#3 My middle name is Trichell. I’ve always thought it sounded like a model’s name. You know, like Toyota Trichell.

#4 My great grandmother lived to be 106 years old. Given my family history, The Wowie should be around for another 70 years. Get. Excited.

Seventy is 875 in blog years. This calls for a celebration AND a birthday giveaway.

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Leave a comment (like a little known fact about yourself or something you’d like to see on The Wowie) for a chance to win this neon tassel necklace and one of my favorite glitter “sippy cups.” A winner will be randomly selected next week.

Love and thanks for reading my ramblings. Y’all are the best.