A is for Altima, which produced some awesome gas mileage. (We only had to fill up two times for the 1300+ miles we drove). Good job, Altima!
B is for Boogie Boarding, which the Little One excelled at and Mr. Jenners and I were only fair to middling.
C is for Crappy Hotel Computers, from which I attempted to blog during the evening after the Little One collapsed from exhaustion. It was frustrating and took 1,000x longer than it should have to do everything–plus I would get booted off every 15 minutes and have to log on again. Not sure I would try this again. It seems obvious to me that the solution is for me to get an iPad. (Hint, hint, Mr. Jenners.)
D is for Diving, which is what the Little One called what he did off the side of the pool. (You and I would call it bellyflopping.)
E is for Eyeglasses, which the ocean waves snatched off my face and took forever. I was wandering blind and frantic in the surf until I found Mr. Jenners. (Advice: If you need your glasses to see, never travel without a back-up pair.)
F is for Flailing, which is what the Little One’s newfound swimming ability looks like. But darned if he didn’t actually propel himself across the pool about 8 feet or so. Methinks it is time for swimming lessons.
G is for Golf (Mini). Myrtle Beach has a gazillion mini golf places and we went almost every day. Sadly, we didn’t find the volcano mini golf course until too late.
H is for Holes in One, which only Mr. Jenners got at mini golf. (Note: I asked the rest of the Jenners family for help with this post and this is the first thing Mr. Jenners came up with. Show off!)
|Mr. Jenners Celebrating His Holes in One|
I is for Ice Cream, which we ate every single day.
J is for the Jellyfish that Mr. Jenners and the Little One found on the beach during one of their morning exploring sessions.
K is for Krispy Kreme, from which we purchased three dozen donuts in 4 days. I guess there is no mystery why we came home weighing significantly more than when we left.
L is for Lenscrafters, which came through and made me new glasses (in about an hour) after the ocean took mine. I hate the new frames though so I’m going to go back and swap them out.
M is for Myrtle Beach, South Carolina–our vacation destination.
N is for Need A New GPS. Our GPS became psychotic on this trip–giving crazy estimations for time, taking us to service entrances rather than main entrances and being snippy with me when I pulled off the road for a rest stop. (Note: Part of the problem may be that Mr. Jenners programmed it to say “What did you do?” in a very accusing tone every time I deviated from the route. Very annoying.)
O is for Opening the Sliding Door to Our Hotel Balcony … and having the handle fall apart in our hands. Is it just me or do you think you shouldn’t have to screw in a door handle with a pair of nail clippers when you’re paying over a hundred dollars a night for a hotel room?
P is for Peanuts, which you are allowed to throw on the floor at the River City Cafe. You can also write on the walls and tables. The Little One thought this was the COOLEST THING EVER! (Note to self: You may be raising a slobby graffiti artist … beware.)
Q is for a Quick Stop at J.R.s–the “Wall Drug” of Route 95 in North Carolina. After seeing what seemed liked 150 signs touting the many benefits of J.R.s (Squeaky Clean Restrooms! Cheap Cigars! Cheap Cigarettes! 1000s of Porcelain Dolls! Toys! Books!), I felt like we HAD to stop there. It turned out that J.R.s is a big outlet store that wasn’t anything all that special. Mr. Jenners had a smug “told you so” look the entire time we were there. Our only purchase? An octopus grow toy that is supposed to grow 600% bigger after being in water.
R is for Ripley’s Aquarium. Believe it or not (haha!), the aquarium is pretty good.
|The Little One At Ripley Aquarium|
S is for Spongebob, whose DVDs kept the Little One occupied almost all the way down and back (except for the brief car sickness incident outside of Richmond). God Bless You, Spongebob!
T is for Ten O’Clock, which is the time that the free breakfast stopped being served and which I never got to eat because I was allowed to sleep in!!!!!! Thank you, Mr. Jenners!!
U is for Underwater Camera, which allowed us to get really neat shots like this.
|The Little One At The Bottom of the Pool|
V is for Vomit, which the Little One produced in frightening quantities after getting car sick. Thank goodness I had a little container of grapes for him to throw up in. Though after he was done, he said “Don’t anyone eat these grapes.” Um, yeah, Little One, thanks for the advice. Daddy and I were going to pick through your vomit to pick out the grapes and wash them off and eat them but we won’t now!
W is for Woo Woos, a cheerleading group that was meeting at the hotel we stayed at one the way down. Let me tell you, those Woo Woos know how to sing and dress fancy.
X is for Xlerator hand dryers–the only hot air hand dryers I’ve ever seen that actually work. (Plus they make your skin look like it is going to fall off. Really cool.) In visiting a fair amount of public bathrooms in the past week, I know what I’m talking about.
|If You Ever Use One, Watch Your Skin Blow Underneath It|
Y is for Yellow Butterflies that were everywhere in North and South Carolina.
Z is for Zip Line, which I got to ride across the lake at Broadway at the Beach (a lake that a worker–who may or may not be trustworthy–said has two freshwater alligators and 100,000,000 fish and is 80 feet deep. Seems a bit unbelievable to me.) The video below is only 16 seconds and shows me going and coming across the lake. Another thing to cross off my bucket list!
Happy to be home again,