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Allee's Day At The Beach
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Alison and Allee at the beach.
What up peeps? Any party people in the house? Holla back! What what? My my, such upbeat nonsense, no? So, did everyone have a good weekend? I did, what with the extra day and all. This past weekend we took Allee on her first trip to the beach. It was a too short, one day trip to Orange Beach in Alabama. One thing I like about going to the beach in Alabama is that everyone sounds about as hickish as I do. Yes, my people. Those of the drawl. It's really amazing that, of my family members, I probably have the most pronounced drawl. My sister comes in a close second, but she still lives in Lake Charles, so she has a pretty good excuse. As for me, I generally keep my drawl in check, but sometimes, like when I'm drinking (which we all know isn't very often...right?) or when I'm in Lake Charles or when I'm talking to some hick with a severe drawl, it really comes out. Sometimes I even make it worse on purpose. What can I say? I guess I'm just weird like that. Did I say weird? I meant cool. I'm just cool like that. Anyway, where were we? Oh right. Allee's trip to the beach.

The trip there wasn't great, but it wasn't horrible either. It was just kinda long. Allee fell asleep at some point and when we woke her up for some lunch, she was not entirely thrilled about it. Traffic on the last leg of the drive totally sucked. But, we finally made it. Though when we first arrived Allee was still a bit lethargic, she totally perked up once we hit the beach. Our friends Ren and Gary (for those of you in the know, they're the doppelganger's parents. Though if you're in the know, you should already know that. If you're not in the know and you'd like to be, read my blog called....I don't remember what it's called, but it's got the word doppelganger in the title.) anyway, Ren and Gary and Alison came with us. The girls had a blast. They dug in the sand and collected sea shells. I think Allee's favorite thing though, was sitting on the beach close enough so that the waves washed over her when they came in. Sometimes they came in gently, but sometimes they knocked her over. She took that pretty well and would laugh and say "Whoa! That was a close one dad." Speaking of things Allee says, I've got to start jotting them down, cause they would make for a great blog (Much better than the usual tripe I write, for sure.) All in all, the whole lot of us have a really good time. Gary probably had the least good time, because he spent most of the trip sleeping. It turns out that he had spent the entire previous evening at work saving some woman's life who was bleeding internally from some complications with her tubal ligation (that show off. I mean Gary, not the woman.) So, like I said, he slept most of the time, except for his brief journey into what he described as one of the most disgusting public restrooms he's had the privilege of going into. After he told me that, I decided to steer clear of it. I mean, come on people. He's a doctor. If he says something's disgusting, I'm gonna take his word for it. So, good times had by most. I cannot wait to take Gator back. Oh, that reminds me...

I officially have permission to refer to Allee as "Gator" again. We talked about it, and she said I could. Me and just me...and only sometimes, but I'm cool with that. What else? Oh, I'm shooting a promotional video for my company of our Aerial units (the trucks with ladders attached to them.) Most of the units I'm shooting are in Louisiana, but one of them is in Indianapolis. So, they'll be sending me on a one day trip to Indy (I'm so hip.) to get the footage I need. It could be cool, or it might suck. You can be sure that I'll let you know either way. Well, that's it for now. Later peeps. Before I go though, here's a couple more shots from the beach.

My beautiful girls.Gator and some dork.


Until next time: Just a castaway, I am lost at sea-o. Another lonely day, no one here but me-o. More loneliness than any man could bear. Rescue me before I fall into despair-o.
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