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Spent the weekend in the car.

By revolutionaire.
  1. Saturday morning I drove to Gainesville to meet my mom and sister so we could take a drive to Crooked River State Park (Georgia). We went to a place that we’d taken a vacation to when us kids were much younger. It was pretty freaking cool. Then it started raining and we played in that for about a minute before we ran back to the car.

  1. Got home, let L&B out to play, tossed a bunch of random stuff into a beach bag, got back in the car and headed to Clearwater Beach for the rest of the weekend (which actually turned into being just overnight).

When I got to the hotel, J.M. was almost done writing (he was working, I came to crash the job). Once he was, it was time for dinner on the beach at Crabby Bill’s and a nice stroll around the Beach Walk. Talk about a lively and beautiful part of the state. Clearwater Beach – highly underrated. And I can gather that even in the darkness of 9 or 10 at night.

  1. The next morning, woke up ten minutes before continental breakfast was over – got to the lobby and found all they had left was OJ. I was a tad bummed to say the least. We dicked around the hotel for the rest of the morning, got a late check out, stopped for lunch and then parted ways.

To be totally lame and girlie, this trip to Clearwater was probably the best thing that’s happened to J.M. and I for awhile. We don’t get stuff like that too often. And we need it. We need those get-aways. Or sneak-aways, as I like to call them.

  1. Sunday came home from Clearwater Beach and had plans to photograph Michelle. She’s pursuing a new career – one that requires head shots – and asked me to take her photographs. SUPER! I love it. I’m getting all this new experience. Recently I took my first maternity photos and now I’m taking my first round of head shots. I love my friends.

We did the photo shoot downtown so that we’d have lots of varying backgrounds to work with. I ended up falling in love with this very deep chocolatey-brown painted brick wall that made her blue shirt and sparkling eyes just pop right out of the photo. We had fun, really. She’s always been kind of a clown, so it was so easy photographing her. We laughed the whole time.

  1. After the photo shoot, I came home to realize I’d missed my only reality show addiction – Big Brother. Apparently it comes on at 8 on Sunday nights, not 9. So I have to try and find it online some place. Can’t miss an episode.

  1. Today I woke up feeling dumpy, so I walked to the Jiffy and bought a half gallon of OJ and scheduled myself to polish it off by the end of the day. Wish me luck.
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Samsmama said…
Sorry you missed breakfast. In my experience, the early bird gets the bagels.

Hmmm...bummed to find only OJ. Fast forward a bit, and you're buying a gallon of it. Irony, my friend.
July 21, 2009 at 6:50 PM
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