And cheap to boot.
We know how to live it up on the last night of vacation. Hubby is cooking crab cakes and filet mignon and we’re washing it down with this stuff.

Actually? It’s pretty dang good and it’s not Boone’s Farm.
Pontificating about poop and pinot noir since 2005
And cheap to boot.
We know how to live it up on the last night of vacation. Hubby is cooking crab cakes and filet mignon and we’re washing it down with this stuff.

Actually? It’s pretty dang good and it’s not Boone’s Farm.
We’ve been in Destin, Florida, this week for spring break at the beautiful Sandestin Golf and Beach Resort which is like Disneyland for old married people with kids minus the long lines and overpriced souvenirs. Miss C stood bravely in line for the bungee jumper on Monday, caught her first salt water fish on Tuesday, the girls both petted an alligator at Fudpuckers today, and the hubby and I had margaritas at the beach before noon on St. Patrick’s Day. I guess we should have ordered green beer, but tequila trumps beer when in close proximity to the beach.
The Florida Panhandle has always been our usual vacation spot, although we usually go to nearby Navarre. This is our first stay at Sandestin and in Destin actually and it’s been wonderful. The nice thing is you don’t ever need to leave the resort, although from the looks of the WalMart parking lot today a LOT of people make a run for beer, sunscreen, and, like us, new jellies when they have an emergency Barbie flip flop blow out at the miniature golf course. We won’t talk about how Miss A had to go potty mid way through the 18-hole course and how it took us something like 3 hours to play. OK maybe not quite that long, but it seemed like it, especially when she refused any help at all during putt putt. You know how it seems like a grand idea to instill values such as independence and perseverance in your children until you realize it means they scream “I DO IT! I DON’T NEED ANY HELP!” while putting a yellow golf ball under the watchful eye of a giant plastic gorilla for the 30th freaking time.
We don’t really want to go home, but I guess it’s back to reality sooner than later. Until then, however, I’m pretending that this is all the new normal and that I’m a beach blogger. Yeah, that’s it.
At some point when we are back at home I’ll post more photos to Flickr and write a review of the resort over at Savvy Housewife. But until then, here are a few highlights from our week.

Fishing in the Intracoastal Waterway off Navarre Beach, about 30 miles east of Sandestin.
Hanging out with the “statue” at The Village of Baytowne Wharf in Sandestin. Fun family friendly spring break vibe without the puking college students or wet t-shirt contests (do they even do those any more or are they too tame?)
Swimming at the beautiful pool at Luau, on the beachside at Sandestin and one of the newer properties.
On the fairway outside our condominium.
I’m so tired today that it’s not funny. Last night I wasn’t feeling very well at bedtime (just call me Gassy McGassy Pants) and about 1 a.m. I woke up to the most excruciating pain in my upper abdomen. I felt like I was having a charley horse in my gut. The hubby fetched me a Pepcid and after it kicked in I finally fell asleep only to have our old lady dog come clickity clacking down the hall and practice her heavy breathing technique about 12 inches from my face. I woke up feeling fine, just exhausted, so I think I”ll just ramble in this post. Care to join me?
I’ve been to Destin years ago, but have never stayed at Sandestin. I’m sure Sandestin will keep us busy, but when we venture out I’d love to hear your suggestions. Tell me your favorite Destin area restaurants and other must see spots.
I'm Jamie, just another working mom seeking a few moments of Zen and zinfandel between soccer practice and supper. My former beach bartender husband founded MouseCalls Computer Services here in Nashville. We have two daughters, two dogs, and too much laundry. I believe laughter is the best medicine, especially when administered with a good glass of wine, or three. Read more about me...Copyright © 2012 Blonde Mom Blog | Developed by NW Designs
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