My Fourth

Okay. I have been a slacker. I haven't posted anything about my 4th of July Celebration, and a friend of mine had asked me to do so. (sorry!) So here it is, a week or so later.
Aaron and I decided that since I haven't seen my South Carolina family since last Thanksgiving, we would go down and visit them. My uncle and his family were coming from Florence and bringing their boat. The plan was to go along the Savannah River and dock at an assigned spot on the Marina and watch the fireworks being shot off from the 5th Street Bridge.
We also planned to stop at my friend M's house and see her baby for the first time.
So we rented a car and drove down to North Augusta. (Which is a 4 and a half hour drive)
We left on Friday after dropping Yeti off at Aaron's parents. About halfway through North Carolina, we saw road signs saying that there was an accident ahead. Sure enough we see a Mac truck pulled over on the side of the road. As we got closer, we saw that it looked as if someone had taken some TNT and set it off on the back of the truck. There was no back door, and you could see burn damage. Ahead of us were two vans that belonged to some church, and they were all taking pictures of it with their cell phone cams!
Well, we made it to North Augusta and visited my dad and step-mom and my stepmom's cousin and Aaron and I found ourselves surrounded by chihuahuas.
Chyanne who would snarl at anyone if they put their foot near her while she was trying to eat, and Mollie who is a scrunchie theif. (She will climb up, and pull the scrunchie out with her teeth, then run away) I kid you not, the dog has a collection of scrunchies in her toy basket.
Friday night we paid a visit to my friend and saw her baby girl K. Ka had just been home for two weeks after spending 10 weeks at Childrens Hospital in Atlanta. (K has De George Syndrome)
She is the tiniest and cutest baby girl I have ever seen.
Saturday all 12 of us in the Goforth-Mcgrady clan got on to the 25 foot deck boat and traveled around on the river. The cousins and Aaron got out and swam around in the river. (No way was I going in...Let's just say I've watched too much Law and Order and leave it at that)
That night we all got back on the boat and we went to the Marina and docked the boat. We were about 200 or so yards from where the fireworks were set off. They were loud but beautiful.
It would have been nicer if the people on the boat next to us weren't drunk as skunks and being obnoxious, but oh, well. The only lousy thing was that after the fireworks show we were stuck in the boat in a long line waiting to unload. We couldn't figure out what the hold up was and then we realized the Department of Resources (AKA the Mud Marshals) were doing inspections and sobriety checks. By around midnight, we got tired of being on the boat so we just went back to the marina and car-pooled to the boat landing in North Augusta. Aaron and I didn't get back to the hotel until 1 in the morning. Neither of us slept well, and so we skipped church and just hung out with my family. Aaron made a nice steak dinner and about halfway through it I got sick.
We headed back to Radford a few hours later. It was a nice trip and I really enjoyed that whole weekend. Except for getting sick.