I’m Back, Baby!
By Wyatt Earp | August 21, 2010
I’m not tanned (lousy skin cancer), not well-rested (lousy screaming kids), and not ready to get back into the swing of things because the we’re attending a wedding this afternoon before I go back to work at 3pm. The bad news is that RT’s cavalcade of jocularity is over, and my post-vacation reign of terror begins in 3 . . . 2 . .
Sea Isle City was pretty damned swell. We enjoyed hot, sunny weather for six out of seven days, and endured a monsoon on the other. My in-laws were good enough to come down for a few days to lend a hand with the monsters kids, who were on a constant sugar high. (Strange that they didn’t get all that much sugar.)
Here are the highlights – or lowlights, depending upon your point of view:
1. The surf was spectacular. Kyle and Erik made great use of their boogie boards . . . when Erik wasn’t getting carried out to sea. The rip currents were brutal, and since he weighs about ten pounds, he was flopping around like a fish. At one point, Erik caught a wave so big that it threw him all the way to the beach, past the lifeguard stand. Who knew the kids could surf on sand?
2. The Irish Twins are trying to kill us – either by physical means or emotional. The rental house is not kid-proof. We do our best, but sometimes there is an “Oops!” Kevin got into everything. Silverware, cleaning products, cookies, the DSL wires. It got to the point where the most used phrase in the house was, “Kevin! NO!!!” And like the kid in The Shining, he would look at us, smile, and run away.
Julia, on the other hand, was a little mermaid this week. And not always in a good way. She wanted to walk out to the surf, and continue to England. At one point, she was lying on her stomach letting the small waves hit her – as if she was waiting for Burt Lancaster to come sweep her off her feet. Of course, Deborah Kerr never let a wave smash into her face like Julia did.
3. Six days on the beach, and I didn’t even get a tan. Thanks, cancer! Between liberal helpings of sunscreen, and my hat dances – a baseball cap for the water, an Australian safari hat for the beach – I look like Casper the Friendly Ghosts’ dead uncle.
4. Although there was a router and wireless in the house, I didn’t turn on the laptop until Thursday. And even then, I only checked my e-mail. I didn’t look at the blog or start any posts. It was a pretty big personal victory for me. I cannot thank RT (and Mrs. Crankipants) enough for covering the blog in my stead. Comments were plentiful and hit counts were high. You did good!
Now, it’s back to the grind. The snark meter is fully charged, and I am ready to deal with the idiots of the world. Yeah, I’m looking at you, President Obama . . .
Topics: All About Wyatt | 12 Comments »
August 21st, 2010 at 8:00 am
You made me laugh. Your children are typical children and had a great time. They laughed, gave their parents grey hair, got into stuff they weren’t supposed to, and enjoyed every minute of it.
Now, you just need a vacation from your vacation.
August 21st, 2010 at 8:01 am
Drink any Guinness at the Pour House?
August 21st, 2010 at 8:03 am
Welcome back!
ps – we need some babe posts, pronto! heh.
August 21st, 2010 at 8:04 am
*Dammit…Wyatt is back….ugh! No more Gerard Butler pictures!*
Oh, hey! Hi! Nice to have you back! Missed you!
August 21st, 2010 at 12:09 pm
You were on vacation?
August 21st, 2010 at 12:28 pm
Welcome back
August 21st, 2010 at 1:44 pm
Welcome back!
(My mom used to put me in a harness, too…I broke it while she was trying to keep me from running through Sears. Heh.)
August 21st, 2010 at 4:30 pm
Heh…you need to say it like this, Wyatt…
Welcome back!
August 21st, 2010 at 6:10 pm
Now, it’s back to the miscreants, eh? Oh well. Good luck.
August 21st, 2010 at 6:20 pm
Kim – We got back at 9:30pm, unpacked, woke up at 9:30am, and went to a wedding . . . before coming straight to work. I need a buffer day.
Wagonsux – Unfortunately, no. But I already have a large collection of pint glasses from there.
Smite – I heard about RT’s hunk posts. I’ll see what I can whip up for ya tonight.
GroovyVic – Great, Vic is still reading . . . Oh, I mean, good to see you, hon!
Crankipants – No, I grew a beard so I could take a vacation from myself.
Rick – Thank you, sir.
RT – We got a few looks on the beach, but more than a few came up and said, “Wow, that’s a great idea!” The Hannibal Lecter mask wasn’t available, so . . .
Fenway – Heh, nice one.
Bob – Busy tonight, as usual, and we only have four detectives in the office. Swell.
August 22nd, 2010 at 9:26 am
Your kids had their own stash of sugar hidden somewhere. Welcome home, and now you need a week off to recover from your vacation
August 22nd, 2010 at 12:38 pm
Is that beard a timeshare?