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and so. there’s much ground to cover. let’s start off with the location:

this is the beach house. it’s blue. and big. and a block from the beach. looking down from one of the decks in the back you see this on the left:

aka where the magic happens. at least when there are enough people to play. and they wake me up and invite me to play. people don’t like to play volleyball with me. or any game really. which is why i will not get into our putt putt match nor our afternoon on the tennis court.

when you look down to the right, you see this in the back yard:

my dad called almost the moment we arrived to tell me that the pool guy was coming by to clean it up a bit so we could use it while we were there. it was 62 degrees all weekend and very windy. not exactly pool weather. although you can heat it up. it just takes three days.

this is the view from the top deck looking south:

it’s not really a view of anything special. i just wanted to see if i could fit the neighboring rooftops and the moon in the same frame.

here’s a baby:

this is ryder. he’s just learned to crawl and hoist himself up holding onto the coffee table. hence the bruises on his face. it has nothing to do with the fact that i tried to make him play volleyball and he just stood there and got pummeled by my serve.

here’s the pooch giving ryder a kiss:

they both have such silky hair. i don’t know if she’s actually showing affection or licking baby food off his cheek. either way, ryder was her new best friend.

and speaking of animals stuffing their faces:

although i will say that that rawhide was all delia ate the entire weekend, save for whatever bits of food she could get from ryder.

this, however, was just mikey’s first doughnut:

we will not get into how many doughnuts i ate. huh-uh. hand’s down, please. no extra credit for a correct guess.

on saturday, bright and early, we took delia out for a walk along the beach and even though she didn’t go in the water, this next picture can’t help but remind me of halle berry emerging from the water in that orange bikini in Die Another Die. except delia was not wearing a bathing suit. she only tried to kill three other dogs that were also on the beach. mikey filmed on such attack but i refuse to show it because i think it sheds a bad light on my angelic pooch.

although, let me say this…when i see someone coming up the beach with their dog, i grab ahold of delia, put her on her leash and hold her close to me…which obviously means that maybe you should do the same. if i at all felt that my dog was great with other dogs, i would let her run over, but if i saw someone grab their dog, pull her close to them, i would assume that i should not let my dog go over to investigate. so why people let their dogs try to come over to play with delia who is straining against my hold on her, i don’t know. and i’m like, uh, obviously, you assholes, my dog is not good with dogs! get your dogs out of here! idiots.

this may be my new favorite photo of all time except that it kind of looks like a wedding photo if mikey and delia just got married and the photographer told them to frolic on the beach naturally so he could take pictures.

oh. i forgot about this. i made this. delia likes to run.

more wedding photos:

more delia in the sand. with her husband.

i like that i call my dog “retarded”.

here’s delia digging a hole. there’s some other youtuber posting videos of their baby daughter delia at the beach and it made me angry that someone is using similar titles. this one’s called Delia Digging a Hole–but this is the dog, not the baby.

we stopped at this location twice in one day. for lunch before heading down for some dune hiking at the oregon inlet. my car looks so nice even though it’s totally dirty.

ten points for anyone who could identify the fast food heaven before the next picture! later, after our trip, i got make an emergency right turn into the drive thru for a caramel shake. deeee-lish

oregon inlet:

it was low tide and it stank. but it was pretty and the water was clear. this is “house” or whatever they are rebuilding used to be swallowed up to the roof by the surrounding dunes. the last time i was here, they had barbed wire surrounding it and you could literally only see the roof. looks like someone dug it out and is renovating it. although…i think it used to be a restaurant at one point. so maybe a new restaurant is going in. who knows. i kind of liked it better buried in sand. it gave it a creepy dead body vibe.

me trying to be artistic.

mikey:

me:

this is my new boat. i can’t get it until the tide comes in though.

have to repair some holes. a new coat of paint.

might have to do a sweep for dead bodies.

this is mikey out on the rocks. he got all quiet and contemplative. perhaps pondering his place in the universe or…either way…i got bored.

i got so bored that i would walk farther away, take pictures, and then try to find him hidden amongst the rocks.

bored. very very bored.

so bored that i came up with the idea to contribute to the delinquency of a minor.

so that’s it in a nutshell. one more wedding pic from my favorite couple:

from this morning, a cloudy chillier day at the beach before we left…c’mon, delia, let’s go.