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Just Thelma (No Louise)

Posted on by Stacy Swiger

ROAD TRIP!!!

BY MYSELF!!!

IN THE CONVERTIBLE!!!

FOR FIVE DAYS!!!

To quote Macklemore, “This is fucking awesome.”

I left the house around 10AM on Thursday.  I said goodbye to Sheepdog and the kids and got the hell out of Dodge.  I packed way more than I needed, but mine was the only bag that had to fit in the limited trunk space.  No worries.  I turned on music that I liked and sang along at the top of my lungs.  No one was there to criticize my singing.  I didn’t even care that it had started to rain.

By the time I reached Charlotte, North Carolina, I was driving in a monsoon.  Traffic slowed and the tires on the big rigs were throwing off water by the bucketful.  Still, my enthusiasm could not be ebbed.  I was heading to my favorite summertime place (The Beach!) to attend my 25th high school reunion (Go Spartans!) and I had nobody to answer to or for over the long weekend.  Still singing!

I stopped for the night just outside of Washington, D.C., where I stayed with Braden’s dad and his fiancée.  We had a great dinner and too much wine and talked about life and death and grieving and moving on.  It was emotional and I was already tired from almost 11 hours of active driving.  I slept like a baby that night.

I woke up to more rain on Friday morning, but it was a much easier (and shorter) drive to visit 3 Pops (my grandfather) at the NJ Veteran’s Home in Vineland, NJ.  We went out for lunch and stopped at a roadside farmer’s market to stock up his room fridge (the man loves him some fresh fruit).  It was a great visit and I was glad to see him, but I was even happier to finally arrive at my parents’ house around 4PM on Friday.  It was still raining, and even though I hadn’t turned on the radio for hours (sometimes it is nice to get lost in my own thoughts), I was still singing out loud.

That night my dad treated us to a great homemade surf and turf dinner, complete with salad from a bag, Jersey corn, dessert, and too much wine.  It was delicious and I didn’t have to plan or make it.  My mom, along with Auntie Carol and Uncle Tom, were also there to provide lots of laughs and entertainment.

On Saturday I woke up to much nicer weather.  I leisurely drank my coffee, then I did a grueling 2-hour workout in 100% humidity.  By the time I was done it had clouded up a bit, so I decided to ditch the beach idea and just sit out on the point and read a book/ nap.  Forgetting that these conditions can lead to the mother of all sunburns, I ended up with quite the lobster face for my reunion.  I may be an official shoobie now, but at least I’m still singing.

The reunion was so much fun (more on that in a later post).  We had a fantastic turnout, with the final count at more than a hundred classmates.  I caught up with a bunch of people I haven’t seen since high school, as well as dear friends who I still see almost every summer.  I was definitely feeling every single one of those 25 years as I stumbled into bed well past 2AM.

Today I am lying low and continuing to enjoy my long weekend break from real life with a husband and five kids.  I might work out, or go to the beach, or I may do absolutely nothing.  That is the beauty of these kinds of getaways… there is no one to please but me.  And I’m actually looking forward to getting in the car tomorrow for the long drive back to Atlanta.

just thelma

Just me and my music.  Just me and my fun car.  Just me and my thoughts.  Just me and the road.  Just Thelma, no Louise.  Just perfect.

Although I might let Brad Pitt hop in with me if I found him along the side of the road.  I’m just saying.

Wish me luck for tomorrow…

I Love the Beach

Posted on by Stacy Swiger

We spent this whole past weekend on the beach.  It was fantastic and I was in heaven.  I absolutely love everything about the beach.  I love the feel of the sand under my feet and between my toes, the chill of the ocean water in June, the smell of the salt as it sticks to my skin, the sound of kids yelling as they jump around in the surf.  By the end of a good beach day I am just a little crispy and a little tired and my hair is extra curly.  If it is a great day I get to see the diamond sparkles from the sun reflecting on the water as I go over the bridge, and it all just makes my soul happy.

I don’t even mind that getting my entire family onto the beach can be a cartoonish endeavor.  There is lunch for seven (picture twenty slices of bread on the counter… that’s one sandwich each, plus one for the ride home for the boys and Sheepdog – the boys are always so hungry!), drinks and snacks, the cart, the tent, the blanket for laying in the tent, the giant cooler on wheels, the chairs, the plastic toys, the beach towels, the boogie boards, and the frame backpack to carry Kid E.  And let me point out that my family is not one bit unique in bringing all of this stuff down to the beach.  We are surrounded by almost a hundred families who are toting around the same stuff for a glorious day of sun, surf and sand.

And those of us who love it will do it day after day after day after day.  All summer long if you’d let us.

I remember my very first beach day with Kid A.  She was born in January so she was just about six months old when good beach weather rolled around.  I was bound and determined to navigate the beach with kids as easily as I did when I was young and single and would take the NJ Transit bus from Absecon to Atlantic City with only my beach chair and a tiny beach bag.  And I was determined to do it by myself because Sheepdog does not love the beach as much as I do.

I found a parking spot just a couple of blocks back.  I had a pack-n-play cabana thing (it had a cover for shade – awesome!) with wheels on one side that I decided to open up and pile everything into so I could just wheel it down to the beach.  I carried Kid A on my hip and the plan actually worked really well.  Until we got to the beach block and I smelled something horrible.  Kid A had a blow-out and, as a result, both of us were now covered in baby poop.  I was just seconds from crying (alright, I totally broke down in the middle of the street) when some angel woman who lived there invited us in, gave me a clean shirt and let me get Kid A cleaned up.

Many years of trial and error and so much new gear later (some indispensable – like the frame backpack, some a complete waste of money – like the Happy Cabana), I have a system that works.  Sheepdog is still not as much of a beach fan, so it has continued to be important for me to do it single parent style.  It has gotten easier with time because the kids require less stuff as they get bigger and they can help me carry things now too.

But despite the years of practice at planning and packing for the beach, even the best of us can mess it up sometimes.  After seeing a flying ad banner from WaWa about Hoagiefest, yesterday I heard a mom next to us sigh, “Oh crap, I totally forgot the sandwiches!”  I often forget to bring a camera or the extra beach chair (which means someone is sitting on the cooler).  When the kids were little I would forget to bring extra diapers or a change of clothes (trust me – this is key for keeping them safe from sand rash on the drive home), or enough towels, or something else that seems critical when you forget it.

I swear that I did not drug them.

But then there are the awesome days.  These are the days when you bring everything you need and nothing you don’t.  The days when you get a great parking spot.  The days when you not only remember the beach badges, but you have enough for everyone in your party.  The days when the seagulls stay away from your lunch and you brought enough food to satisfy even the hungriest kids (and Sheepdog!).  The days when the water is just cold enough to cool you off and there aren’t too many shells on the ground or flotsam and jetsam in the waves.  The days when you get a great spot near the lifeguard stand and nobody comes and sets up their camp right on top of you and proceeds to smoke stinky cigarettes all day long.  The sun is out, but occasionally some cloud cover drifts by to cool things off.  There are no bugs, but not too much wind.  The kids play hard in the surf all morning, then chill out in the afternoon.

These are the beach days that bring me joy.  That I get to spend them with all of my kids (and Sheepdog!) makes it that much more special.  I actually prefer it this way over the days when it was just me and my one beach chair.  And after two really great beach days in a row, my soul is extremely happy.

Wish me luck for tomorrow…