After a long, hard week of teaching Vacation Bible School and summer school, who doesn't need a break? We upped and decided to go to Panama City with another couple from church and their children over the weekend. Now FYI, I have begged my poor hub for the past 5 1/2 years that I wanted to go on a spontaneous vacation. Being the "rule follower," I can see the beads of sweat pop up on his forehead when I mention this. Now here we were, driving through the night, on our way to sandy cracks and bathing suit tops full of seaweed. Ah, it was the life!
We stayed until Sunday and drove back that night, as I had to be the ONLY one in the group who had to work on Monday. Well, I got home with two hours to look forward to of sleep before I had to get up to go to school. Wouldn't you know that after being asleep for one hour, I woke up with the most violent pain in my stomach. I proceeded (trying to spare the details) to sit on the toilet and scream and beg God to take me home. It was awful. Jason just stood at the door in shock. Keep in mind, after I've had endometriosis coming out of my wazoo (literally) and my ribs scraped down just to have them tie-wrapped with metal as they fused my shoulder blades down, it takes a lot to get the ol' girl writhing in pain. I thought I was dying. At one point I actually thought, "God, is this some miracle? Have you grown another uterus inside of me, and I'm really giving birth right now?" Another time, I thought Michigan J. Frog was going to leap from my belly button and sing, "Hello my baby, hello my darlin', hello my ragtime gal!" I can't say enough how horrible it was. After an hour of bonding with the toilet, it eased up, just in time for me to go teach summer school. Thrill.
We stayed until Sunday and drove back that night, as I had to be the ONLY one in the group who had to work on Monday. Well, I got home with two hours to look forward to of sleep before I had to get up to go to school. Wouldn't you know that after being asleep for one hour, I woke up with the most violent pain in my stomach. I proceeded (trying to spare the details) to sit on the toilet and scream and beg God to take me home. It was awful. Jason just stood at the door in shock. Keep in mind, after I've had endometriosis coming out of my wazoo (literally) and my ribs scraped down just to have them tie-wrapped with metal as they fused my shoulder blades down, it takes a lot to get the ol' girl writhing in pain. I thought I was dying. At one point I actually thought, "God, is this some miracle? Have you grown another uterus inside of me, and I'm really giving birth right now?" Another time, I thought Michigan J. Frog was going to leap from my belly button and sing, "Hello my baby, hello my darlin', hello my ragtime gal!" I can't say enough how horrible it was. After an hour of bonding with the toilet, it eased up, just in time for me to go teach summer school. Thrill.
Here are some pics. Of the trip to the beach, not the trip to the toilet:
Here we are in Alvin's Island. I was trying out Cameron's crocodile, and J was trying on a golfer's hat.
Here we are in Alvin's Island. I was trying out Cameron's crocodile, and J was trying on a golfer's hat.
She put us to shame in that bathing suit. Look at those baby abs!
Jason and Chad wrestling the crab legs. The boys won.
Our last day at the beach...about 10 minutes before a storm rolled in.
Our friends, the Case's, Chad, Heather, and Kaleigh minus Cameron, who was sitting with on our side of the table.
And our side of the table...
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