it's been a month and i apologize for those of you i have told to come and check out my blog to find that there is absolutely nothing there. i've been...poopy. i really like the word poopy because it's playful enough to throw out there, yet it captures the essence of a mood so well. anyway, a lot has happened since Feb. went on a vacation to Hilton Head, SC. it was good, it was interesting, it was lonely. went by myself for a four day pilgrimage seeking clarity, and on my way back into NC i wound up getting a $350 speeding ticket. how's that for clarity?... i wanted to shove that ticket up his keester.
back to the good parts of the trip... first day on the beach i came across a man in a kilt playing the bagpipes. it was spiritually moving. the moan of the instrument mixed with the sound of the waves and the wind. really cool.
funny story: as i was walking along the beach i started collecting shells; as every good tourist should do. an elderly woman from the island came trotting next me. how do i know she was from the island? her walking attire said it all to me. it was hot pink and looked like it jumped off of the Neiman Marcus racks. she was oozing wealth and wealthy people are the only ones to be found with homes along the beach, right? (yes, i stereotype) anyway she flippantly says to me, "so, i see you're collecting treasures from the sea." and i say "no, i'm saving them from their future pitiful existence of merely existing as an ornament." kidding. i of course say yes. and she starts to trot ahead of me. at the exact same time we notice a shell that is about the size of my hand laying on the shore. she starts to head towards it and in my mind i'm thinking of all the ways i can thank her for giving me such an incredible shell. just as i reach her, she turns to me and says, "you don't find this very often," and proceeds to take off with the shell in hand. i'm thinking, "i can take you out, you old bitty." but i restrain. i have a lengthy conversation with myself about how i have to let it go and questioned whether or not i would have given it away to someone either. i prayed about and decided i was over it. just then, she does an about face, and starts towards me. she walks up and asks me if i'm visiting the island and i say yes. she then hands me the shell and walks away. i gave it away to a family collecting shells further down the beach.
i also had lunch with a guy from chicago and went out with the locals for some brewskies at the local pub. overall i had fun, made some friends and learned some valuable lessons. not such a bad trip.
the "i'm a complete idiot" part of my blog...
so last week i'm feeling really sick and had a fever and decide to go home. as i pull up onto my street all of the high school kids are getting off the bus. they're everywhere! i pull up into the drive and start to get out to find that one of the kids is checking the mailbox. i give him the "what in the heck do you think you're doing look" and ask him why he's checking my mail. he gives me the "what in the heck are you talking about look." and starts to head towards the house. HIS HOUSE. i had pulled into the wrong driveway. to make matters worse every kid in the neighborhood saw it and stood there pointing their wormy little fingers and laughing. eediot.
peace
mel
back to the good parts of the trip... first day on the beach i came across a man in a kilt playing the bagpipes. it was spiritually moving. the moan of the instrument mixed with the sound of the waves and the wind. really cool.
funny story: as i was walking along the beach i started collecting shells; as every good tourist should do. an elderly woman from the island came trotting next me. how do i know she was from the island? her walking attire said it all to me. it was hot pink and looked like it jumped off of the Neiman Marcus racks. she was oozing wealth and wealthy people are the only ones to be found with homes along the beach, right? (yes, i stereotype) anyway she flippantly says to me, "so, i see you're collecting treasures from the sea." and i say "no, i'm saving them from their future pitiful existence of merely existing as an ornament." kidding. i of course say yes. and she starts to trot ahead of me. at the exact same time we notice a shell that is about the size of my hand laying on the shore. she starts to head towards it and in my mind i'm thinking of all the ways i can thank her for giving me such an incredible shell. just as i reach her, she turns to me and says, "you don't find this very often," and proceeds to take off with the shell in hand. i'm thinking, "i can take you out, you old bitty." but i restrain. i have a lengthy conversation with myself about how i have to let it go and questioned whether or not i would have given it away to someone either. i prayed about and decided i was over it. just then, she does an about face, and starts towards me. she walks up and asks me if i'm visiting the island and i say yes. she then hands me the shell and walks away. i gave it away to a family collecting shells further down the beach.
i also had lunch with a guy from chicago and went out with the locals for some brewskies at the local pub. overall i had fun, made some friends and learned some valuable lessons. not such a bad trip.
the "i'm a complete idiot" part of my blog...
so last week i'm feeling really sick and had a fever and decide to go home. as i pull up onto my street all of the high school kids are getting off the bus. they're everywhere! i pull up into the drive and start to get out to find that one of the kids is checking the mailbox. i give him the "what in the heck do you think you're doing look" and ask him why he's checking my mail. he gives me the "what in the heck are you talking about look." and starts to head towards the house. HIS HOUSE. i had pulled into the wrong driveway. to make matters worse every kid in the neighborhood saw it and stood there pointing their wormy little fingers and laughing. eediot.
peace
mel
