My head is pounding. If I could place an ice pack on the inside of my throat, I would. My nose is Rudolph red, tender, and if I make any sudden movements, drips like a faucet, and hauling my person up the stairs feels like I just ran a five miler.
The no-fair summer crud has hit the Smith household. Let me just tell you how unfun gazing out at the 75+ degree sunshine outside is. No fun at all.
The upside, if you can squeeze an ounce of okay-ness out of being sick is, I got to start a new "sick-in-bed-netflix-series". They are stowed away in my instant queue reserved ONLY for sick days, which means, it may take a millenia to finish one, but at least I have something new to watch each time I'm sick. It sounds weird, but I kinda look forward to that tiny bit of TV hoarding "me time," even if it means paying the price of being down for the count.
I picked "The X-Files," to start watching from episode one, circa 1993. Were shoulder pads and big hair really still trendy then?? The answer is yes, says Scully. I thought it to only be an 80's thing, but nope. As the night turned down the lights outside, I turned up mine inside. I still cannot watch it in the full darkness, even with Daisy cuddled at my side. Toooo Spooky. I guess it still gets under my skin.
Speaking of Spooky, we took Lavern out, and cut our teeth on our first family RV trip. We chose to take it up to Kalaloch, and visit the Forks area, then head to the Quinault rain forest. It turns out, I love RV-ing more than I thought I would. I realllly dig it. There are still things we need to iron out to get our wheels running smooth (holding tanks, grey water, black water, f-a-s-t showers) but we will be doing it with our eyes closed in no time, after we sharpen those canines on more trips.
Last Thursday, we loaded her up, got on the ferry, realized what we forgot, stopped at Big Lots to purchase, and headed down the open road.
The rain started around Aberdeen, little dots on the windshield at first, then a heavy mist, then a straight up downpour. I knew the weather forecast didn't look promising, but this kind of rain made my heart droop a little.
Once at the campsite, we pulled Lavern on in, and dove into her, dodging raindrops, but excited to be in Kalaloch. We hadn't been there before, and couldn't wait to go explore, but the driving rain kept us in for the night.
So what does one do?? Break out some Uno cards, that's what.
The next day, the rain slowed to a manageable drizzle as we piled into the truck, and headed to Forks. As we got closer we kept hearing this hissing noise. Unsure, we glanced in the back seat, and found our brown eyed little girl had turned into this hissy little vampire. Told you this trip was Spooky.
We got to Forks, and the little vamper wanted her picture taken by the big sign.
She asked to track down Edward. She wanted to tell him he'd better watch it, there's a new Vampire in town. He must be scared. He looks a little pale.
After picking Bella's nose, we decided to track down Jeremy's aunt and uncle to get the scoop on the town, and found out how to appease our little vampers salacious appetite.
The answer is with pizza, and we heeded their advice and got some chow.
After we eat, we do some shopping. Grace picks out a sling shot instead of a t-shirt for her Forks memorabilia. I settle on a T-shirt that says "Sleepless in Forks" and has a little crescent moon on it. Jeremy just gives me that look when I ask him if he wants to pick anything out. We are about to head out and check out werewolf territory, but first I must track down the boys and tell them to go easy on my little vampire, and it would be best to just leave her be.
They agree, so we take off to La Push.
Suddenly, our doe eyed girl is back, but with a wicked howl.
We travel down the windy road to First Beach. Grace quips up in back and asks us why they call it "La Push?"
Since I do not know the actual history, I improvise, and weave a tall tale.
"They call it La Push, honey, because it is the only beach in the State of Washington where it is okay to "La Push" someone. Stay close to us, because strangers might come over to you and "La Push" you down, so be ready. And, they might know we are new to the beach, so we'll be a target."
Her eyes are very big, and Jeremy's eyes are welling up as he tries to stifle his laughter.
"What do I do?" she asks, very concerned. I am keeping a straight face, but just barely.
"You tell them in a loud voice, "Don't La Push, me!!!" and you push them back."
She quietly digests this, then starts to practice, whisper yelling it to herself the rest of the ride.
When we get to the beach, the weather is raging. Sideways drizzle, and a headwind that would plaster mall bangs to the back of your head. I take my camera anyway, hiding it away in my jacket in between shots and Grace takes her sling shot for protection from the La Pushers.
Grace's back is turned, and I get to give her the first La Push. She is caught by surprise, and yelps, but catches herself, and screams "Moo-oom!!
And then the pushing begins. All in fun, of course. We chase each other in the wind and rain, and giggle, and scream, while people give us sideways looks. We have fun, especially Grace.
We leave First Beach knowing that the La Pushing stays there, and head to Rialto Beach to let her sling shot to her hearts content.
On the way back to camp, Grace says she's very grateful she didn't get La Pushed by any strangers. She is very serious about this as we tell her "Yes, we are pretty lucky. Especially since we are first timers."
We roast wienies and make s'mores, and head to bed. Grace gives us the thumbs up.
The next morning, we wake, and head to Ruby Beach before going to Quinault. I Love Ruby Beach. It is my favorite.
We reluctantly leave the beautiful beaches and head to Quinault where the biggest trees leave us awestruck.
The Rain Forest hikes are very pleasant, and we hike, and crash the Quinault Lodge with no invitation, but they don't seem to mind. We finish sprawled out at the local Merc and nosh on ice cream bars, and again, Grace gives me the Thumbs Up.
We hope to have made great memories for Grace's memory bank. I am taking off next Sundays blog post to do some memory hunting, so I'll be back in two weeks.
Okay, my head is woozy and my stomach didn't like dinner at all. The couch is calling my name as is that cherry flavored throat lozenge. Take care, y'all, and remember, say in a forceful voice, " Don't La Push Me!!!"