Hey everyone! Whatcha been up to? It looks like I’ve become a once-a-week blogger lately. I love you all for bearing with me and continuing to drop by and show me the <3.
This past weekend rocked my socks. Three years ago, my friend MP invited me up to her family’s house on the Jersey Shore for the weekend. I had a blast, and she told me I had an open invitation to visit, along with my family. Three years later, earlier this summer, I asked MP if the offer was still open and she said yes! So, Thursday we packed the family up and drove the five hours to the shore. What a weekend it was! We drove through pouring rain to get there, and it poured all night. The forecast for Friday was pretty crummy, so I had a feeling we’d be holed up in the house all day driving each other crazy. But when I went downstairs for breakfast, I looked outside and saw the sun peeking out. MP and I walked down to the beach (which is about 100′ from her house, so cool) and saw this…
It turned out to be an absolutely gorgeous day.
The ice cream man comes by the beach throughout the day, and J-Man was thrilled to get this Spiderman popsicle, then to run into the ocean to rinse the drippy mess from his face and hands.
Here’s MP’s house. Hours were spent swinging on the porch swing, dozing in the hammock, rocking on the rocking horse, drinking beer while listening to the surf.
Did you see K-Dub in that picture? He’s on the porch swinging in the blue baby swing. Here, look again…
See him? Isn’t he adorable? LOL.
The entire weekend was absolutely spectacular. MP was such a great host and made us feel completely at home. Friday night we had a lobster dinner, and Saturday night we had crab cakes, shrimp scampi, and grilled tuna and steak. (Um, yeah, not all to ourselves, there were other family members in the house too!)
Sadly, all good things must come to an end, so Sunday morning we reluctantly packed back into the car and drove — again through the pouring rain — home.
As you may know, I work from home. Today, I was pretty busy so fixed myself a late lunch and brought it into the family room. I was just sitting down on the couch to eat when I heard a loud noise and thought my cats were chasing each other and knocked something down. I got up to find out what was up and as I walked toward the front of the house, the sound got louder and more rumbly, and the entire house started to shake. I knew then that it was an earthquake.
I’ve felt quakes before — a 3.6 last year and a 4.5 in 2003 — but never anything like this. The house and ground were shaking so hard, and things were falling off shelves throughout the house. I heard glass shattering and the chandelier was waving around.
I wasn’t sure what to do! I know what to do in a tornado, a thunderstorm, even a hurricane, but I had no idea how to react to a signifiant earthquake! I ran down to the basement then thought, wait, that’s a really dumb idea, I don’t want to be trapped down here, so I ran back to the main level.
By the time I got there, things were slowing down. The entire quake took about 40 seconds. Cell service was out, but we have a land line (for emergencies, imagine!) and I was able to get through to my husband, parents, and my children’s daycare. Everyone was fine. The children were woken up from their naps to evacuate, so J-Man was thrilled. Hooray playground! Down with naptime!
Things fell over all over the house, mostly off of shelves. My son’s dresser drawers all opened, as did the drawers in his bathroom. Other than that, the only casualty was one framed photograph that fell and shattered. I cleaned it up pretty thoroughly, and I seriously hope I didn’t miss anything. Shattered glass and crawling babies do not mix.
You may be wondering, how did I react to all this? Was I cool, calm, and collected? Did I scream at Mother Earth, “Bring it on, you don’t own me!” No, indeed, far from it. I was completely terrified and totally thought the Earth was going to open up and swallow me whole. Afterwards, I couldn’t stop shaking, so I called my husband and just cried. It’s scary enough to be in a natural disaster, but to me it’s worse when I’m alone and worried about my kids.
But hey, I survived. Everyone did. Now excuse me while I go look for more pictures to straighten.