South Carolina

Wow. I mean it, wow. I love it down there! It's not like the Jersey Shore or MD or DE where you go to the edge of the water and stand in the smallest possible surf trying to get used to the frigid temp so you can spend 1/2 hour in the water before your lips turn blue and your breath is tight in your lungs. This place... Isle of Palms... you walk across a semi crowded beach. Not tripping over everyone, not blanket to blanket. So you get to the edge of the water and dip your tootsie in and expect a searing cold (yeah, searing cold) spike through your foot. Instead, it's WARM! Thoughts of From Here To Eternity rush to mind and now I get it. I never really understood how they could have just laid there in the water and kiss. Yeah yeah, I don't get South often, how bout it? I'm not one to lay out much so I spent like 4 hours straight in the water, bobbing up and down (hey now, Hippo, stop that line of thought.) . Of course, you have those guys there too. You know... those guys! The ones that think they are soooo smart placing themselves in the right spot so when the waves come, they body surf right into you and of course, they are SO surprised and apologetic. 'Sorry bout grabbing your leg like that, I didn't know what I ran into'... 'Hey, that was close, I almost knocked you down!'... yeah yeah. You can see them, feel them, lining up. Placing themselves just far enough back. It's like they are stalking you, closing in for the kill. This spanish guy got me good and almost ripped my top off. I gave him a finger in the face and told him that he better get away from me cause I don't want to upset my firefighter boyfriend who is watching. Yeah, I know, there is no boyfriend. I don't get why that stuff happens. It seems like I always get the agressive jerks hitting on me. On the way home, with two of my kids in the back seat of the car, some guy in a Lexus suv thing waved and honked and made tongue motions at me and mouthed to me 'wow' and that I'm sexy. Right. And I'm going to pull over this instant and give you the best blow job ever cause I just can't handle your animal magnetism. What do they think is going to happen? Wait, does that happen?? Like ever??? Okay, for the record let me just say there are 3 kinds of people that hit on me. The list includes 'retards'. I'm sorry, I know that's not politically correct. I don't mean real truly challenged people. I just mean guys that are freaking retarded.

I'll tell you, I can't stay on a topic line to save my life. So, back to SC. It is beautiful and fun and great water, nice waves for boarding and even some surfing later in the evening. My friend, Patti, had a birthday on Saturday so we got a sitter for the kiddies and headed to Shem Creek area. A place called Red's was so much fun! It rained as we headed out but it stopped and the open deck area and outdoor bars were perfect for what we were looking for. It seems like the 26-28 year olds are the ones that I tend to attract. Patti gets the 35ish ones after her. We had a blast. The band was getting the funk on. We also called a bartender from our local bar to tell him how much we appreciate the typical double shot for one and his expertise in knowing so many drinks. I've been to Baltimore, Boston, NYC, DC and now SC in the past 6 weeks and I can't get the first drink I order, EVER. Usually not the second or the third either. We did get Washington Apples and they were good. Small but good. I'm not even a big drinker but I do like the mix drinks. Oh, they make a banging Lemon Drop. Exactly.

One more thing before I head off of here. Patti has a black Dale Earnhart Special Edition Monte Carlo. It goes fast without her trying. We were on 95 most of the way. She said she was trying to keep it in a decent limit cause my kids were with us. She got a ticket on the way down about an hour before our destination. $180 buckerooos due to doing 91 in a 65 zone. Sucky but you know, she doesn't let anyone else drive that thing so whatev, right? On the way home, last night around 1 am, she got pulled over on 95 in MD, just north of DC. About and hour before my place. Yep. Another ticket. This one he changed it from doing 83 in 55 to 64 in 55. Saved her a bunch of dough. Teach her a lesson? What do you think? Yeah, I don't think so either.

Alright, I do have some things to get to today. Like laundry. A bottle of wine broke in my luggage so that's first. All over my pretty white nightie, arggghhh! Wish me luck.

Giving it a go

Well hello. Here I am again. I read others blogs often and barely think of mine. A friend told me that I should write a book. Basically because I'm busy not because I'm a writer. I can tell decent stories but to sit here and put it all into words... I find I get too wordy. I tend to use the same words over. I'm just not a writer.

So, last week I got an award. It's my second one in two years. Business related. The first one was because I am a woman (See, Redirt? I am a girl.) I wasn't very proud of that one. I don't believe in getting something just because of your gender. Alright, so I was up against other women and turned out to be the one to get it but basically, I think equal opportunity and minority 'perks' for business are bull. I want it to be about who is best, not who is best out of the girls. If I suck, let me suck. This one was national and amongst girls and guys, so much more cool! I like this one!

Already I am off track. Getting back... So, this guy from Ohio and his wife organized the trip. Very cool couple in their mid 40's. Through talking over the past few months, we find we have some things in common. One of which is sports. I love sports and competition. I don't play anything at all right now but would like to get back into softball. (and not be a lesbian. Is that allowed?) So, this guy, Greg, says the last time he was on the east coast was in 79 and he went to Yankee Stadium. Yeah, baby, my team. So we talk about the possibilities of going to a game. It's on. They fly into BWI and we go to an Orioles game. The next day, we all fly to Boston and catch a Red Suck Ass Sox game. By the way, Hippo, you were right. Traffic was insane. Those people driving are insane. We didn't have time to get to the hotel before the game even and had to park not so nearby. The game was just as I wanted it- BoSox lost. Now get this, they were playing Oakland and had their butts handed to them. Walking out, what were they chanting? Yankees suck. Oh really? Do the math.

At any rate, I would like to mention, Bostonians aside, that is the most beautiful park and a really beautiful city. I've been to 12 stadiums and I assure you, Wrigley is cool but not like Fenway. PNC, Camden, nothing like Fenway. Even if you are not a baseball fan, the history and architecture makes it worthwhile. Just beautiful.

About the Bostonians. WTF? Mean to everyone, even each other. No beer in the stands, what is THAT? Security's phone number announced every 1/2 inning. Holy canoli. It's not like that anywhere else. Not even US Cellular located in Chighetto.

I'm running out of time. See what I mean though? Too many words to get my point across and that is when I'm seriously cutting down on details. I'll talk about NY, the awards dinner cruise, coming back home to south central PA (freaking nightmare) and the Lynard Skynard/3 Doors Down concert another time. And The Alpine, my dive bar last call hang out. And the boat. And that guy, I'll talk about that guy soon. I'm going to SC for vaca middle of next week, so it might be when I get back??

Anywho, thanks Summer! You're a sweetie!

Why... why .... why.......

So, I was asked why I started a blog. Well, I'm not a writer, that's for sure. I'm real busy, always. I spend time on the computer every day but it's usually actually working, reading up on things for business or trying to figure out what baseball player is starting a nice hitting streak or who's hot on the mound as opposed to writing down my feelings or thoughts or whatever. In fact, I've never been able to keep a diary or any consistent documentation on anything except employees who suck and make me do things I don't want to do. Will this turn into a place I regularly post? Not a clue. I do, however, enjoy reading other peoples blogs. The ones where the people are (or should be) writers. I want to be able to comment on their blogs. I guess that's why I signed this up. Because no one allows anonymous commenting. Chickens. Alright, I'm new to this but could anyone tell me how to hit enter and get to a new paragraph?? I'm not stupid but I am a bit impatient on certain things. Computers, way impatient. When I learn that, I'll tell you about the guy that gave me his blog and I think it the coolest guy I've ever spoken with. He lives too far away but he's still my kind of cupcake! Someone educate me!!!