So apparently it has been 2 weeks since I have posted anything. I got an email from BlogHer (my ad company) that it had been a while since I posted.  OOPS!  I have never gone that long without writing and actually not writing came a little too easy for me.

What’s up with that?

Well for one of those weeks the Double Oh Seven family went on vacation.  We traveled down in our trusty Odyssey “Magic” to THE Redneck Riviera.  Yes we vacationed in trusty ol’ Panama City, FL.  We somehow managed to NOT get a picture of the 4 of us together.

Mr.007’s parents and sister met us down there and his parents generously paid for the condo we all stayed in.

In all fairness it is not as redneck as people make it out to be.   I mean there ARE rednecks everywhere but there are also just regular people spending some quality time with each other at the beach.  And plus I live in TN so frankly I am used to rednecks and I have become slightly desensitized.

And speaking of the beaches they are really beautiful and the water was absolutely crystal clear blueish green while we were there.  We had GREAT weather and where we stayed we were pretty separated from the Senior tripping, booby flashing, girls gone wild, beer funneling Whoooers.

What is a Whoooer you might ask?

People who are riding around just for the heck of it yelling as loud as they can out of their car or truck window.  They tend to make a WHOOOO!  sound and this prompts other people from other cars and trucks to WHOOO! back at them in response to the aforementioned WHOOOING sound.  I even saw a minvan FULL of teenage girls driving down the road with both sliding doors open.  Of course someone honked  loudly at the girls in the van and the only response to honking in Panama City is to WHOOOOO! as loud as you can.

If you hear a honking sound you don’t even look to see where it’s coming from.   You just immediately WHOOOO! and move on to the next shot of Jose’ Quervo.

In fact once upon a time I may or may not have been a Senior tripping Whoooer.  I may or may not have peirced my bellybutton  in a store that sold airbrushed t-shirts and pool noodles.  I have always maintained a high level of class and decorum.  Yeah right.

I can freely admit that at one time I might have been somewhat of  a hoodlum.  I drank  Zima and smoked Marlboro Lights and gasp! WHOOOED out of car windows.  But now here I am at the old age of 28 and I have two small children and hoodlum’s get on my nerves.  They cuss too much, they are loud and they can lay on the beach without worrying that their 8 yr old and 19 month old daughters need more sunscreen.

Oh to be 18 again…I wouldn’t go back if you paid me.  Nope.  I like being 28 and I like that I don’t WHOO on a regular basis.  But I do smile and laugh because life is pretty darn good right now.  Crazy and messy and loud and inconvenient but still really good.

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