I am off today to begin my July 4th celebration/vacation on Cape Cod. It's a family tradition, as we all converge on my mom's home and celebrate the independence of our country together. Besides Christmas, it's the only other time my entire family spends time together. I'm sure there will be lots of burger and dog eating, lobster and chowda eating, and of course, a big favorite of mine, FRIED CLAMS and tartar sauce eating. (you can tell I have reached my forties-I think about a vacation in terms of food)
Golf will be the main order of business for the rest of the week, and all else is planned around that sacred family activity. Beach time will be of the utmost priority also, and because my mom's beach house is on the ocean, we will make the most of the opportunity; including and not limited to twilight bonfires. Which also means SMORES! (there's the food thing again) The ladies will partake in our time honored tradition of flea-marketing. We will skillfully seek out the finest in cheezy beauty products, knock off designer handbags, silver jewelry and other coveted junk. Then, there's the fireworks, with of course, more food. Good times.
The weather had better be good because we have suffered through 22 days of rain in the month of June here in MA and it has sucked royally. I would say we are well over due. I heard that we are experiencing a Seattle-like climate here and that Seattle has had uncharacteristically record high temps and sunny days. (Cora, can you confirm this?) The beach house has no wi-fi so I will returning to the bloggersphere on Monday, July 6, 2009.
My best wishes to you and yours on this holiday and I will leave you with this cute, CLEAN little July 4th joke, wich immediately made me think of the infamous Vodka Mom and a little bit of innocence.
The Fourth of July weekend was approaching, and Miss Pelham, the nursery school teacher, took the opportunity to tell her class about patriotism. 'We live in a great country,' she announced. 'One of the things we should be happy is that, in this country, we are all free.'
Trevor, who was a little boy in her class, came walking up to her from the back of the room. He stood with his hands on his hips and said loudly, 'I'm not free. I'm four.'
Have a great holiday bloggers!