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Wellio!  Who would have thought that finding time to use the computer whilst on vacation would be so incredibly difficult?!  Did I really flippantly remark that I would post really long, fantastically hilarious posts with lots of pictures almost every day?

Hmm, I don’t remember if I actually did write that or not but I DO know that I thought and/or assumed it.  Seriously though, yesterday while driving back from Santa Cruz I said to John that we have never had such a busy, packed vacation, EVER.  As a matter of fact, the only reason I am posting just now is because I am stubborn at times and refuse to take my acid reflux medicine (like….since I left Korea) and…okay, does anyone else have GERD?  Or any type of acid reflux problem?  If you do, you will know what I mean when I say the entire inside of my torso from the bottom of my stomach to the back of my tongue is being currently being bathed in glass-spiked extra fire-y fire.  This is certainly not helped by laying down.  Actually, sitting up is not that much better and YES I took my medicine, and YES I will continue to take it from this point on.  Anyway, laying in the dark pretending to sleep while my insides are melting away in an acid bath is not too much fun, really, so I hauled out my trusty (and until now, sort of forgotten) laptop.  And, ugh. I am so far behind on reading other peoples blogs, and do not even ask about email…I logged in, saw I had 127 emails, and cancelled right the hell out of that.  If you have emailed me about something important in the past 3 or so days, I am sorry.  You would be better off calling John’s cell and…well, leaving a voicemail, since we haven’t really been answering the phone, either.  Huh.  Well, I guess…good luck!

Anyway, none of that has absolutely anything to do with what I have been doing since last Wednesday morning and also sounds suspiciously close to whining about doing lots of fun things on my vacation.  And that is sort of ridiculous, so:  on Wednesday, we ended up at the lake.  The girls jumped in the water like, instantaneously upon arrival, and did not come out until 5 hours had passed and they had absorbed three-tenths of the lake’s volume into their skin.  Over the course of the day we played Rescue Mom, where I swim out a fairly sizable distance and wait for the girls to come save me from certain drowning, and my new favorite, Guppy and Plankton, which the girls made up after I said I didn’t want to play Shark.  It’s sort of like tag, but instead of being It, I am the Guppy and the girls are Plankton.  The funny thing is, I didn’t want to play Shark because I am really a horrible swimmer and am not good at chasing people through water, but as a Guppy I am doing exactly that.  Hmmm.  However, the fun part is that after the ‘Guppy’ catches and eats so many ‘Plankton’, it turns into a ‘Pirahna’.  Which, I suppose, is much like a shark, with the teeth and all…oh, whatever.  It was fun, anyway, and Pirahnas are way cooler than Sharks.

On Thursday we did a bit of frantic searching for dresses the girls can wear to Nick and Denay’s wedding next weekend.  And I don’t mean fancy dresses FOR the wedding, I mean any sort of dress to wear TO the wedding.  Do you think we found ANY?  As in: none? Zero? A big fat blank?  Apparently pre-teen girls in the Chico area do not wear dresses OR skirts.  It was ridiculous, so instead we got Mrs. Fields, which was much tastier, to be sure.  However, cookies are NOT dresses, which leaves us a bit up the proverbial creek.  There is Sacramento, but no time to get there between now and Saturday; therefore, this means we will have to squeeze dress shopping in the DAY OF THE WEDDING, so I’m sure it will be great fun.  But!  Let us speak of the past, not the future!  Thursday evening we went to Carole’s house for dinner, and finished up with a rousing game of poker, which I of course won.  Of course, because I am secretly Greg "Fossilman" Raymer.  Not really. 

Friday we drove down to Santa Cruz to visit Joe and Laurel.  The weather was absolutely gorgeous, and after a great lunch (um…Mexican…heh…are you sensing a pattern in my food tastes?) we headed to the boardwalk, which is at least 5,729 times better than any other amusement park or fair I’ve been to.  John and Joe took the girls on all the rides, and if you are wondering why I did not go on the rides, um, HELLO, Laurel is 7 months pregnant with twins, and she couldn’t go the rides, and I couldn’t very well leave her with her mother who was also there  completely ALONE, could I?  However, I did actually go on the log ride, and joined John and the girls their second go round on the roller coaster.  I displayed a great amount of bravery on both. 

On Saturday morning we headed to the beach to let the girls and Sydney (Joe and Laurel’s dog) have a bit of fun.  The water was at least ice age glacier cold, and it was foggy, but within 10 minutes the girls were down to their swim suits and walking along the edge and all was just peachy until of course the VERY SECOND that we were getting ready to leave and a wave caught Taylor off guard and while SHE was fine (although shaken up) her glasses were…not.  As in, they were not anywhere in sight.  This caused much frantic searching and a lot of "Punkin, it’s NOT your fault" and in the end an earlier than planned departure to ensure we made it to the Lenscrafters in Chico on time.  Of course, Taylor has the worse eyes of the two girls, requiring a new pair of glasses about every six months or so; and since we took her to Lenscrafters here last October, her dad had to get her a new prescription.  However, at 6:15 pm on a Saturday in Chico, ten month old not quite perfect prescriptions are pretty much all you are going to get, not to mention way better than the alternative.  Almost two hundred dollars and 30 minutes later, poor Tay could finally see again, and we were finally on our way home. 

Which brings me to now, 2:49 am on Sunday morning, sitting downstairs trying to breath stomach acid and finally posting to let you guys know I am, in fact, alive.  And having a great time.  And that we will be on the lake all day today, and the great campfest of 2006 starts Monday morning and ends sometime Thursday and I am pretty sure that since that damn campsite we are going to doesn’t even have flushing toilets, that it does not have wireless internet.  Or any internet.  Or, anything to plug my computer in.  So, probably no posting.  I know, I know…hard, but, I am positive with some deep breathing and possibly cake you will survive.  Oh, and, ha ha, the pictures…tonight, I promise I will get the pictures up, and if I don’t I will offer up my soul to be punished in eternal flames.  Or…you can just mock me in the comments.  Either one is okay with me, really.

Auf Wiedersehen!!