I have to tell you that SC has some really impressive pollen. I know that doesn't sound so important, but it is. Everyone at work is laughing at my manly voice (worse than normal), swollen eyes, and Benedryll fueled decisions. I feel that I can say without a doubt that Benedryll usage in allergy season may have been a precipitating factor in the fall of the Aztecs, Rome and the development of illegal hallucinogenic drugs in the 60's.
I thought that the brownish-yellow granules all over our deck were the result of careless sanding of the deck above ours but came to discover it is actually tree pollen settling out of the air from the trees....yikes. Double yikes as Jake and I have been enjoying the beautiful weather with all of our windows and doors open. Everyone at work thought that was especially funny/idiotic. Really helped my credibility. The kicker is that Jake is fine. His allergies were terrible in KS but have been fine to this point. Weird. I am told that this is not even as bad as it is going to get. Great. Oh well. I will be seeing all of you in my Benedryll dreams...riding unicorns while eating bowls of ravioli, shooting sawed off shotguns at me and wearing Sammy Davis Jr. masks.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Rainy Sunday
It is a rainy SC Sunday today so I thought I would update the blog while my jambalaya was cooking on the stove. Mmmm..
We packed up last weekend and randomly headed to Savannah. It certainly was worth the trip! I am really enjoying all of these neat little cities being so close. It's a mini vacation that is only a half gallon of gas away. Anyway, I digress as per usual.
I have decided there is a reason there are airports for people to fly into for these awesome coastal towns. The drive anywhere more than 1 hour east of here is backwoods like crazy. We can't take the interstate to get everywhere so we end up on 2 lane highways winding through the low country into the coastal areas. The ground goes from very green and rolling here to very sandy, flat with a bunch of scrubby trees and serious poverty. No real room for farming and no other industry other than manufacturing that I could see. Not the most fantastic economic conditions as all of the fabric mills shut down about 30 years ago when the jobs were shipped overseas for cheaper labor. I don't think there is a lot of education through that area and most of those little towns we drove through I would not describe as thriving. There had been a bunch of storm damage in the area and you couldn't really tell what was a result of the storm or just the result of low income living. Not to take anything away from the poverty in Kansas, but the poverty I observe here on the regular basis blows it away. SC would win the figure skating “Poverty Gold Medal” if it existed. Kansas wouldn’t even make it through the free skate. You could park a truck between the haves and the have-nots here. No one really seems to notice when their mansion is built by a falling over trailer covered in rust with 15 dogs and 15 cars parked outside. In Kansas you would never buy or build in the “wrong neighborhood” for fear of never selling your house. Here there is no “right neighborhood” full of only beautiful houses unless it is built in a subdivision and less than 20 years old. I am thinking about running for President of SC and my platform is going to be all about “functional arson” and cleaning up the place so everyone can appreciate it. Again, I digress.
Back to our trip. Savannah was phenomenal. It is a city with something for everyone and something to see every time you turn around. The waterfront is fantastic with great restaurants and some pie that my dad can talk to you about for hours. We got to watch some fantastic basketball from a rooftop bar with a view of the river. The city is full of history with squares and parks filled with monuments, statues, and old churches. Everything is within walking distance from downtown and the food is great. We usually avoid all of the touristy stuff and try to be local. Worked out well as we would have spent 3 hours in the line to get into Paula Deen’s restaurant otherwise! We had some of the best pizza of my life, ate some super fresh oysters (one with a pearl in it..weird) and shrimp and relaxed. We drove about 15 miles to an island off of the coast and watched crazy spring break fools splash around in the ocean and drink their beers..even I wouldn't have done that. Anyway, we saw a lot in a short amount of time and now have another spot we know pretty well to take folks for fun!
We packed up last weekend and randomly headed to Savannah. It certainly was worth the trip! I am really enjoying all of these neat little cities being so close. It's a mini vacation that is only a half gallon of gas away. Anyway, I digress as per usual.
I have decided there is a reason there are airports for people to fly into for these awesome coastal towns. The drive anywhere more than 1 hour east of here is backwoods like crazy. We can't take the interstate to get everywhere so we end up on 2 lane highways winding through the low country into the coastal areas. The ground goes from very green and rolling here to very sandy, flat with a bunch of scrubby trees and serious poverty. No real room for farming and no other industry other than manufacturing that I could see. Not the most fantastic economic conditions as all of the fabric mills shut down about 30 years ago when the jobs were shipped overseas for cheaper labor. I don't think there is a lot of education through that area and most of those little towns we drove through I would not describe as thriving. There had been a bunch of storm damage in the area and you couldn't really tell what was a result of the storm or just the result of low income living. Not to take anything away from the poverty in Kansas, but the poverty I observe here on the regular basis blows it away. SC would win the figure skating “Poverty Gold Medal” if it existed. Kansas wouldn’t even make it through the free skate. You could park a truck between the haves and the have-nots here. No one really seems to notice when their mansion is built by a falling over trailer covered in rust with 15 dogs and 15 cars parked outside. In Kansas you would never buy or build in the “wrong neighborhood” for fear of never selling your house. Here there is no “right neighborhood” full of only beautiful houses unless it is built in a subdivision and less than 20 years old. I am thinking about running for President of SC and my platform is going to be all about “functional arson” and cleaning up the place so everyone can appreciate it. Again, I digress.
Back to our trip. Savannah was phenomenal. It is a city with something for everyone and something to see every time you turn around. The waterfront is fantastic with great restaurants and some pie that my dad can talk to you about for hours. We got to watch some fantastic basketball from a rooftop bar with a view of the river. The city is full of history with squares and parks filled with monuments, statues, and old churches. Everything is within walking distance from downtown and the food is great. We usually avoid all of the touristy stuff and try to be local. Worked out well as we would have spent 3 hours in the line to get into Paula Deen’s restaurant otherwise! We had some of the best pizza of my life, ate some super fresh oysters (one with a pearl in it..weird) and shrimp and relaxed. We drove about 15 miles to an island off of the coast and watched crazy spring break fools splash around in the ocean and drink their beers..even I wouldn't have done that. Anyway, we saw a lot in a short amount of time and now have another spot we know pretty well to take folks for fun!
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Saint Patrick's Day Let Down
I am basking in total disappointment at this moment. For the first time in many, many, many, many years I did not consume ONE green beer in honor of St. Patrick's Day. I did however consume about a quart of OJ an about 12 Dayquil pills (which could equal about 5 beers probably). I was a sick chick yesterday. Had to come home from work early and everything. Furthermore, I worked this last weekend and I am realizing that now I live in a place that only has one chance at St. Pat's Day when Manhattan gave you TWO FULL WEEKENDS devoted to the celebration of the greatest holiday since Halloween was invented. Disappointment is a complete understatement of my current condition. I am sure I will find a way to make up for it next year though.... I have great stick-to-it-tiveness. If only it could be used for good instead of evil.
FACT!
This is what happens when my husband is allowed unsupervised use of the Netflix account:
1. 30 Days of Night
2. Star Wars Phantom Menace
3. Rambo
Amazing to find out I am indeed married to a 29 year old man who holds down a job and not a 13 year old geek holed up in his parent's basement with his friends after school.
You have to watch them at all times. They are not able to make decisions for themselves.
1. 30 Days of Night
2. Star Wars Phantom Menace
3. Rambo
Amazing to find out I am indeed married to a 29 year old man who holds down a job and not a 13 year old geek holed up in his parent's basement with his friends after school.
You have to watch them at all times. They are not able to make decisions for themselves.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
I love being a girl.
So my husband spent last week in Kansas and I spent last week thinking of how many different ways I could be killed before he got home and how long it would take anyone to notice. For those of you that know me well that is absolutely no surprise. The unfortunate part is that I had a former police chief for a patient who did nothing to help soothe my fears when I told him my ridiculous overactive imagination. He said that I was smart to worry and it had nothing to do with where you live, but women as a whole need to be careful what they do alone outside when it is dark. Now, you can imagine how many extra pounds of dumbbells got stacked against the front door that night. Wal-Mart became of fun game of: “Which one looks like a serial killer and which ones are trying to not look like a serial killer?” Again, the imagination.
I understand that women are targets because we are generally deemed smaller and helpless. However I know some very small men that I am much tougher than and I don’t see them walking with a buddy to their cars and practically running into their homes from their cars in fear of some psychopath jumping them while they are trying to put their key in their front door. Would it help if I slapped on a mullet and a pencil thin mustache before I carry my groceries into my house? If I had a flat top and a 5 o’clock shadow I would no longer be a target? If it is not the hairy difference what else is there? Is a penis really that scary that it wards off all evil doers? Maybe I can just carry one in my bag and pull it out and wave it at any would be attackers and they would cower and run away…which actually would happen if a crazy lady you were trying to attack was suddenly waving a penis at you. Maybe I can get one that will squirt pepper spray… That would be a million dollar invention.
I understand that women are targets because we are generally deemed smaller and helpless. However I know some very small men that I am much tougher than and I don’t see them walking with a buddy to their cars and practically running into their homes from their cars in fear of some psychopath jumping them while they are trying to put their key in their front door. Would it help if I slapped on a mullet and a pencil thin mustache before I carry my groceries into my house? If I had a flat top and a 5 o’clock shadow I would no longer be a target? If it is not the hairy difference what else is there? Is a penis really that scary that it wards off all evil doers? Maybe I can just carry one in my bag and pull it out and wave it at any would be attackers and they would cower and run away…which actually would happen if a crazy lady you were trying to attack was suddenly waving a penis at you. Maybe I can get one that will squirt pepper spray… That would be a million dollar invention.
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