home sweet home....

we are home from our trip down the shore....
now i am no dinosaur,i think of myself as more of a shark, a shark in the sense that they have survived for millions of years and have been able to adapt to anything,living amidst the most beautiful fish, coral,shells etc...and the darkest, murkiest depths of the unknown....
now pt. pleasant isn't the most desirable of destinations i know, but the place we where staying at, sold itself as a "beachfront resort and spa", overlooking the ocean.... ( i pictured waiters in white jackets bringing me drinks poolside,and hot stone massages,me laying with a smile on my face).....to actually what it was.... a motel,overlooking the parking lot.
now all the other motels on the strip (they call a spade a spade) are not putting on heirs, the call themselves what they actually are motels,.... sandpebble motel, windswept motel, not, the white sands oceanfront resort and spa.....(a motel masquerading as a resort and spa)....
now i am a woman of many, many words,(anyone who knows me knows that i always have an opinion!,)and i was rendered speechless for a good hour or so upon my arrival at the white sands oceanfront resort and spa...
butafter awhile it did grow on me,...the room was clean and they did have the only great resturaunt in a five mile radius...
i never did see a white jacket waiter, in fact i never saw anyone checking our lovely paper wrist bands,and we never got a lounge chair on the beach, my poor dad had to go down to the pool at 7:30 every morning to get us lounges, or we would have been sitting "parking lot side" every day...but being the shark that i am, i enjoyed myself, despite the white sands motel, masquerading as a beachfront resort and spa,because i was with the people i love....and love covers bad motel!