Return of the Mack!
We are home.
Glad to be home, but home means work, and work means getting up early with obligations and potentially being showered. Vacation affords slacking on both.
Watch the below Summer 2007 footage, then read for more input.
Our first night out we stayed in Ashland, OR which I’ve always called Ore-gone, but apparently it’s as obnoxious to them as Nev-AH-da is to me. So Ore-gin, it is. Mr. Morgan has a fierce fascination with Ashland. He stalks their college campus on runs and just loves the community. It is very pretty there. I wanted my Brookings, although there isn’t a town in Ore-gin that didn’t have gracious, wonderful people. I was so glad to see that hadn’t changed since our last visit.
In Brookings we procured our ocean front suite and walked the beach a while. Fed the birds, one bit me but it was an accidental swoop to grab bite, I forgave him. (hush Pogo). On our way to my favorite store in the WORLD we passed a fireworks hut and Mr. Morgan got it into his head we should attempt suicide by purchasing the mega-box.
I got my girly wares from my store as his fingers drummed for the fireworks. So there was that.
He’d also had a hard on for horseback riding. Me. On a horse. Jesus.
Our guide was about two feet tall and hopped up on a drug I couldn’t identify by his behavior. He gave me the horse afraid of water for the beach ride. The bitch afraid of horses AND water, gets Sarif. Color me lucky. I did it because Mr. Morgan has really wanted to, and has not shut up about another ride since then. My ass, thighs, calves, and psyche need a little while before I attempt that shit again. Did I wear a helmet? Hell yes. That is no riding cap, it's a bonafide helmet I chose to enlist once I signed a paper saying I could die and noticed my drugged guide wandering in the circles.
We also visited an underground cave. Stalagmites and what nots. I never thought I was claustrophobic until 2 hours into one of those tours. I wanted out and got pretty bitchy about getting there.
Each day we walked at least 4 miles, swam in pools, and rode horses to make sure my ass didn’t feel left out. This girl is tired! We got back our dogs, who have learned habits I do not approve of, and I will gladly admit I was unkind to my step'mother'in'law. She sat there rubbing Simon like she owned him cooing "Your mom is here .. go to mom" Yeah fucking right, he's going to move when being held. Get your OWN DOGS! Munchausen by proxy much? There's more to that, but I am still steamed and will wait until I make more sense.
Was a good time, more about it later, wanted to slam it up. I have left out details because I need my nap, but there are plenty notables to come.
-DM
Glad to be home, but home means work, and work means getting up early with obligations and potentially being showered. Vacation affords slacking on both.
Watch the below Summer 2007 footage, then read for more input.
Our first night out we stayed in Ashland, OR which I’ve always called Ore-gone, but apparently it’s as obnoxious to them as Nev-AH-da is to me. So Ore-gin, it is. Mr. Morgan has a fierce fascination with Ashland. He stalks their college campus on runs and just loves the community. It is very pretty there. I wanted my Brookings, although there isn’t a town in Ore-gin that didn’t have gracious, wonderful people. I was so glad to see that hadn’t changed since our last visit.
In Brookings we procured our ocean front suite and walked the beach a while. Fed the birds, one bit me but it was an accidental swoop to grab bite, I forgave him. (hush Pogo). On our way to my favorite store in the WORLD we passed a fireworks hut and Mr. Morgan got it into his head we should attempt suicide by purchasing the mega-box.
I got my girly wares from my store as his fingers drummed for the fireworks. So there was that.
He’d also had a hard on for horseback riding. Me. On a horse. Jesus.
Our guide was about two feet tall and hopped up on a drug I couldn’t identify by his behavior. He gave me the horse afraid of water for the beach ride. The bitch afraid of horses AND water, gets Sarif. Color me lucky. I did it because Mr. Morgan has really wanted to, and has not shut up about another ride since then. My ass, thighs, calves, and psyche need a little while before I attempt that shit again. Did I wear a helmet? Hell yes. That is no riding cap, it's a bonafide helmet I chose to enlist once I signed a paper saying I could die and noticed my drugged guide wandering in the circles.
We also visited an underground cave. Stalagmites and what nots. I never thought I was claustrophobic until 2 hours into one of those tours. I wanted out and got pretty bitchy about getting there.
Each day we walked at least 4 miles, swam in pools, and rode horses to make sure my ass didn’t feel left out. This girl is tired! We got back our dogs, who have learned habits I do not approve of, and I will gladly admit I was unkind to my step'mother'in'law. She sat there rubbing Simon like she owned him cooing "Your mom is here .. go to mom" Yeah fucking right, he's going to move when being held. Get your OWN DOGS! Munchausen by proxy much? There's more to that, but I am still steamed and will wait until I make more sense.
Was a good time, more about it later, wanted to slam it up. I have left out details because I need my nap, but there are plenty notables to come.
-DM
posted by DMorgan's Zoo at
12:59 PM
6 Comments:
That hotel looked fantastic!!! What a fun trip. I loved the pics of you and my bro. You could really see the love. Ahhhhhhhh.
fan-fuckin-tastic!!! looks like you two had a great time... especially after ranger bob came to bust your chops. i love it!
Mr. Boss Lady's Daughter has been wanting to take me in that direction for awhile now...I guess its time I let him. Looks fabulous.
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what a beautiful, peaceful looking place. also what a beautiful couple u two are. looked relaxing, fun and kinda romantic!
xo
What a great place to relax! I love that area. Seaside, Cannon Beach, oh what wonderful memories from my much younger days. I want to be in love with someone who feels the same way!
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