My Saturday didn't start that way. I met some of my family for breakfast at McDonald's.. it was really the only place to enjoy a breakfast type meal with 9 kids. It was nice to sit around and visit for a short while though. We up and left there and sat around back at the house, thinking of something to do. all the time the "beach" scenario replaying in my head, but I had checked weather and it was only going to be in the high 60's... The beach is cool regardless, but I had missed out on the best warm days of enjoying it and for that I was bummed.
We sat for over an hour, the boys playing the Wii, E was sitting on the couch as I was at the computer googling weekend fun for us.
I remember a phone conversation with a girlfriend of mine the day before she just went to a certain beach and loved it... highly recommended it. I have never been there and it was almost 5 hours away...for a Saturday to Sunday trip that was a lot of effort. But hey, I am about spontaneity. I called up the first decent looking hotel that allowed dogs and was packed in 10 minutes. We were out the door and on the road.
Then just like I said before life smacked us down... it could have been worse.. trust me.
E was driving 70 in a 55 we were crossing the bridge from Washington State into Oregon, who knew they were doing a radar set up that day. So we ended up on the side of the road with a cop behind us... I have a theory about motorcycle cops and I am not bashing the cop as a person but their job. Motorcycle cops are solely for traffic issues, so my theory is...when you get pulled over by one... you can guarantee the ticket. Recent events of the last few years have not lead to good experiences with the me and E and the cops. I went into a deep panic, trying to play it cool for the sake of my kids in the back seat. E isn't suppose to be in Washington per his probation without consent of his PO. Washington is seriously a matter of crossing a bridge, so he quickly told me to agree that we got turned around and we were headed to a certain furniture store. It was my car he was driving... that is panic reason number 2. E is also suppose to carry a letter from his PO's office saying we can be around each other. Oh God I was freaking.. we barely went 10 miles and my weekend of stress free flew out the window so fricken fast. The cop was back at the window like lightening. He had his license and a small white paper in one hand the other on the door of the car. He said "I don't want to ruin your furniture store trip but.. .(OMG my heart dropped) next time be more conscious of your speed limit. He hands E back his license and a written warning. holy crap! that is it?! He didn't ask for registration or anything... I am not even sure he had enough time to pull up E in the system. This is the first time he has been pulled over and not harassed. You can bet for the rest of the 5 hour drive I was on him about his speed though. damn I so needed to get out of town now and just forget about shit.
Back on the road.... its a long drive. We listen to the radio station until it fades, we all talk about absolutely nothing, we point out the scenery and animals in the fields to the boys... E points to one field and asks "hey guys what kind of animal is that?" they both look, Kace replies "sheep!" and Cris looks a little longer and replies with a cute glee of excitement "COOOOWWWS" we all laughed and for the rest of the trip we saw no cows, but we saw COOOOWWWS... the cute part was that they were all sheep.
We finally make it into Bandon, OR... only a couple more hours away from California. We are exhausted and hungry... the Hotel has a restaurant so we eat there and E gets hammered! After dinner we go back to our room and decide that an after dinner swim was appropriate (sober-up session for E). As we are getting ready E's mom (who checks on him frequently) sends him a text asking him if he is still alive, I reply letting her know we took off to Bandon. Bandon? she replied insinuating we were out of our minds, E takes the phone and sends a message back to her that reads... "we are returning the Mexicans (my boys) this is just a pit stop".... good thing he was drunk or I would lay into him... I know he meant no harm.
The next morning we are up bright and early, grab breakfast at the cute town cafe and head to a wildlife safari just out of the town. This is me and a cute baby opossum... I am glowing as I hold this little one and not sure why... its an opossum... but still cute right??? (for those of you who have read my previous post this is the picture where I feel I have a pregnant look...uggghh)
after the wildlife park we went to the beach...because you cant go to the beach without going to the actual beach part of it. Here is another picture of me, Kace and Cris... we walked out on the jetty that divided the river and the Ocean it joined. See the waves splashing up in the distance? Awesome I tell ya... how can you not find a place like that relaxing?!!!
It all fades too quickly though. Good thing I have pictures I guess.
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