Foto Friday

We are having a great time in Destin. Even Layla has ventured into the ocean and that is no small feat for her. Mostly she stuck to the sand though. She's not one for salt water. The goggles are merely for asthetics.

The most amazing view

No pictures right now but just wait. All I will say is this - if you ever have the opportunity to go parasailing, TAKE IT!
I don't even mind the resulting sunburn.
I totally married into the right family.

A chorus of angels

It took us over 7 hours to make an alleged 5 hour trip to Destin last night. That put us getting in at 2:30AM. A.M. It meant my wondeful mother-in-law had to wait up for us since the house is so swanky, it requires a code just to get in the door. I have never loved a house so much as I did at 2:30 this morning and we finally had a bed to lay in. The pool, elevator, and flat screen in the bedroom helped too. We are living the high life this week.
Thank you to Chuck's grandmother, Mama Dot, for making this vacation possible!!!

Death and taxes, well maybe just death

This is Layla giving my father-in-law's dog, Goliath, some love. Goliath and his sister Georgia are adorable little Dachshunds. Who doesn't love a cute little "wiener dog"?
According to Wikipedia, "The standard size was developed to scent, chase, and flush badgers and other burrow-dwelling animals, while the miniature was to hunt rabbits." Unfortunately, my husband and I did not know this little fact about dachshunds but even if we did, I'm not sure we could have predicted the events that happened within 5 minutes of letting them in my FIL's house while he was in sunny CA, and we were supposed to be taking care of everything.
Dachshunds are yapping dogs. Chuck and I can take only so much yapping before we start trying to think of ways to divert their attention to something quieter. On Thursday of last week Chuck had the brilliant idea to let the dogs inside to rest on their little beds. We made sure to lock the cats up so there would be no altercations there and let the dogs have the run of the house. Oh how foolish we were. I was downstairs with the girls and I hear Chuck call to me "Baby, did you put the gerbil's cage on the floor?" Oh. My. God.
Carnage.
Cage on the floor.
Cedar bedding everywhere.
No sign of gerbils.
I flash back to when I was 9 and lost my hamster. I found it weeks later, cowering in the corner of my mom's closet. So I start searching dark corners. I turn, move the desk chair and see it.
Gerbil carcass.
I shriek and Chuck comes running. I think we stood there for a full minute, just staring at the poor dead rodent. Then Chuck speaks. "Do gerbils play dead?" No honey. No they don't.
I found the other one in a guest room.
Let me ask you. Does that puppy in the photo above still look cute?? No, not to me either.
RIP little gerbils. And thank you God for understanding in-laws.

Sing-along Saturday (Sunday)

This isn't so much as a sing-a-long as a drum-a-long but it was too good to let go. We recently acquired Rock Band for the Wii and invited my teenage brothers over to partake in the merriment that is ROCK & ROLL!! Aw yeah!
This is Ryan on the drums. I think he was paying more attention to his audience than the screen. It's kind of awesome.