Well, summer is almost over and so is my traveling. :) At least for vacationing reasons. I've got a few women's events lined up for September and October so there will be a bit of traveling then. We just left beautiful Branson, MO. Wow! I had no idea how pretty the place was! My kids were at camp for a week and my husband and I stayed at a resort about 20 minutes away. First time at camp...long drive...didn't want to just dump them off! Ha ha... We hauled our wave runners 14 hours up there to ride around and explore the huge lake/river or whatever they call it...Table top lake? (I can't remember). Well...Burt and I had these grandiose dreams that we would have our wave runners and ride around all day exploring up and down the lake. Nope. One of the stupid wave runners wouldn't start. So we had to ride together. Romantic, right? Nope. Burt HATES riding in wavy water. Anything remotely resembling the ocean or with more than 3 boats on the water hacks him off. :) Oh no! He must have smooth flat quiet silent nobody else around lake to enjoy the wave runners. And he is an ex-marine. Go figure. :) Sooo 4,000 other people decide to ride the same day we saddle up together AND it was super extra windy that day. Sooo...you can imagine how fun and romantic the ride was. It wasn't. :)
Ok, so plan B. Let's go see a show! How about a show on a river boat. Fun. Have a nice meal with all the other grandmommies and granddaddies that are also on the boat with us. :) Ok, so Burt slips out the back before the show starts, comes back and says, "Go check out the deck and see if you can see our hotel way up on the hill." So, I say, "Sure, o.k." He waits, I get up, walk up the stairs and PLAINLY see the "Watch your step" sign but I'm sure they are referring to the ramp so the folks on the wheelchairs or walkers will be careful. Not so much. I open the door, turn left, just a hair, and BAM!!! Hit the ground. My shoe breaks, (They are high-healed flip-flops), I fall over and skin my knee, and scrap my hand and humiliate myself. I look up to see some people coming so I get up really fast and go back inside. All this happened within 20 seconds, I swear. So I go in and "show and tell" Burt what just went down and can you imagine his sweet sympathetic reaction? He laughs. He says, "Good grief...you are out of my sight 2 seconds and you bust it, break your shoe, and come back with bloody scratches? Nice. " Sooooooooo sweet, isn't he? :)
Well, all's well that ends well. The kids had fun at camp and we slept in til noon almost everyday! Can you stand it? Who gets to do that? Not me, that's for sure! Great curtains, kept the room REALLY dark! Now I am spoiled and getting up at 7:00 a.m. is going to feel like getting up at 4:00 a.m.! Ha ha.
Ok...well that's about it. I could go on I'm sure but it's late and my leg keeps hurting everytime I sit too long. Weird. :)
Will talk again soon...
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I am sorry you hurt yourself, but I just had to laugh when you described how you did it b/c that is so ME and something I would do. I could actually picture you and how you must have looked when you fell. I was at a baseball park once and stepped in a gopher hole and rolled my ankle and went down on one knee and face planted the ground and I don't know about you, but falling when your 40 is not like when you were young. It felt like the ground shook and a massive object hit the dirt..it was awful and my ankle hurt for a week. There were people in the stands and luckily they didn't really see me, at least not many that I know of. I popped up, dusted myself off and limped & moaned all the way to the car. :(
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