Where I Am: The Far Lamer Edition

Not quite as scenic as the last place I was.


We got home from vacation yesterday at about three. Of course we were thrilled to see that all of our pets were alive (and almost pathetically happy to see us) and that our house hadn't been burglarized, but I am deep into post-vacation-I-don't-know-what-to-do-first-syndrome.

So naturally I sat down at my desk, started reading blogs, watched some trashy TV, and joined Facebook. The laundry will be there tomorrow, right? Alex went to a Phish show, so I didn't even have him to motivate me ("Jean, I've set a timer. When it goes off, I need you to move the laundry to the dryer." It's like I'm 10 and he's my dad.)

...

Okay, I'm back. The timer went off and I had to move the laundry.

Speaking of Facebook, I have always sworn that I wouldn't ever sign up. I'm completely annoyed that I did. I don't plan on spending a whole lot of time over there because I just don't have time to. But moments after requesting that one of my best buddies from high school friend me, I was chatting with him. And it was great and warm and fuzzy.

Plus he reminded me of something I'd forgotten, something I discovered when I worked at a restaurant that served deli meats—The Pastrami Beast.
What? Where did you think pastrami came from?

Also, thanks for this, Facebook:


But that's okay, Facebook, because I have my own little trio of friends. I now present some moments from a vacation, featuring Team Stimey Jr.

(And, yes, I promise to write a short post sometime. I'm sorry I'm so damn verbose.)

Ah, hotels are awesome and fun.
Especially if the TV is showing The Incredibles.

They really enjoyed throwing rocks into the lake at our cabin.

Look! They built a playground JUST FOR MY KIDS!

We do a lot of mini golfing on vacation.
Here Sam is pretending to be like the wooden badger on the course.
I love that my kid will do things like pantomime being a badger when I ask him to.

Again with the camoflauge. When will I learn?
At least this time he was on an island, so he can't get away.
Probably.

Happy.

What is a cabin without smores?

Driving from our cabin to Alex's aunt and uncle's cottage.
Rock on!

Lake Michigan! Awesome. But freezing.

And who doesn't love a campfire? That's Quinn's Harry Potter-style broom.
We brought it home with us.

Well, it's not a three-pronged slide, but it'll do.

We also eat a lot of ice cream on vacation.

This is a good way to be ON Lake Michigan without being IN Lake Michigan.

They're in thier clothes, not their swimsuits.
Do you think that stopped them from jumping in the freezing water?
I think you know the answer to that.

I'm sure I'll bore you more with more talk of our vacation. (Don't forget Jack's adventures.) But now I have to go check Facebook and clean off my desk.

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