A Moment in the Mind of a Mullen: Tybee or not Tybee?

That really isn't a question...just go with it.

Sev and I spent last weekend on Tybee Island, GA. Well, he spent last weekend...I spent a little more than a weekend, I took Monday off of work (my first vacation day of the year!) to spend a "girls only" night on Sunday.

We seriously had the best time. We ate a lot (I'm blessed with friends and neighbors that REALLY know how to cook) we lounged around a lot, we soaked up a lot of sun (some of us more than others...poor Sev, he's currently a nice shade of Red), we (us girls) read a lot and we all laughed a lot.

I also....

wait for it....

took some pictures!!

Hello!

On Friday evening, Sev and I loaded up the car and headed down the road...we were Georgia bound baby!

This would be my first trip to Savannah...it's true what they say, it looks a lot like Charleston.

When we arrived at our destination, we unloaded our car, took a tour of the wonderful house that would be our home away from home and then headed straight for the porch for some card games and relaxation with our friends.

After some time, it got a little chilly on the porch (well, us girls got chilly...the guys tried to convince us it was warmer than it felt), so we took our games and laughter inside.

This is Christie...Hi Christie!!!...her sweet parents own a share of the GORGEOUS house we stayed at and allowed our bunch to take over one of their weeks.

The house was spacious, we all had our own rooms and bathrooms...I wish I remembered to take pictures of the place...but I did remember to take a picture of the elevator! Yep, the house had an elevator and it didn't take long before we were all taking turns (like a bunch of kids) riding the elevator from the bottom floor on up.

                                                                 Aren't we sweet!?
                                             (please ignore the horrid shine on my forehead, geesh! You go through out your entire highschool carrier with not a blemish or oil slick one and then BAM! One day you wake up and reality hits you smack in the face-literally.)

Saturday morning found us lounging on the beach. We watched a group of dolphins play just a few short yards out from us. We read beachy novels. We stuck our toes in the water. Christie and I took a walk on the beach. We people watched (WHAT?! Doesn't everyone do that on the beach?) and we worked on our tan.

**The adorable basket in the picture above was my Easter basket this year. I have the sweetest Easter bunny :-)...(What? Don't all 27 year olds have Easter bunnies?!)

After our day out on the beach, the girls came back to the house and then took off on a nice-long-bike ride around the island. The bike I was on did not agree with my overly long legs and awkwardly short torso...but I really enjoyed the ride. Christie was our tour guide and along with showing us the different attractions, she kept us laughing....(and pedaling...she showed no mercy).

Saturday night we all enjoyed a huge pile of beufort stew (or frogmore stew, or low country boil, or whatever you might call it). It's one of our favorite meals anytime we all get together, so it only made sense to make it while on our beach trip. This below picture is after we had filled our plates...I forgot to take a before shot...maybe it was the bike ride that had my tummy growling.

Emily Ann made tomato pie...it was SO good!! She even made an entire gluten free one for Christie.

The guys left on Sunday while the girls packed yet another beach bag and headed for the sandy shores. Below is a picture of the Tybee pier. The beach house was located just a few short yards down from the pier, so our spot on the beach was pretty active...it proved to be a good spot for people watching.

We lounged around on the beach most of the day, as a matter of fact we only left the beach because the tide threatened to chase us into the sand dunes. However, the lounging didn't stop there, we just took up our lounging on the front porch of the house and watched the waves roll in from the safety of a relaxing porch swing.
We finally peeled ourseleves away from all of the relaxing and gave in to our bellies. We traded our bathing suits for sun dresses and headed to the closest seafood restaurant on the island.

We fell alseep on Sunday night to the news of bin ladens death.
Monday morning we woke up, and I forced myself to pack my bags...my relaxing vaca was coming to an end. We headed to a local breakfast diner. It was featured in Southern Living, so we just had to give it a try. We found ourselves waiting in a line outside until it was time to eat. The front door was plastered with signs that were very specific to what we, the customers, were expected to do if we wanted to have a meal at the diner.