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Monday, May 30, 2011

Sass in the synagogue

First off, I am tired.  Blogging while deliriously tired is not always a good idea so please keep that in mind. So Friday I was at work.  It was just your average day and I just so happened to get a text.  It started out pretty normal.  Something along the lines of "Do you want to ride with me to get Tessa (she is moving, so sad) her going away present?"  Well sure.  I love a good ride along.  I didn't start asking questions until we were en route.  Turns out we were headed to the synagogue. To get a horn for them to blow.  A Jewish horn.  That I guess was on a ram or something.  Just your typical Friday afternoon adventure.  Who hasn't been to the synagogue?  So we navigated our way to a perfect spot right in front of our destination.  The synagogue is cool because they don't play.  You can't just be passing through.  You have to talk on an intercom and be buzzed in.  High security.  The Jews (the Jewish gift shop worker called herself a Jew and said it was ok to say Jews) were not messing around.  So we made our way to the gift shop.  I would just like to add that I thought this whole thing was hilarious.  We found some good stuff.  I was trying so hard to be politically correct and not offend anyone.  I was just roaming around taking pictures and laughing.  Then they brought out the boxes of horns.  You would be amazed at the variety.  It was a tight selection process, but eventually the right horns were chosen.  We then talked the lady into taking us into the synagogue.  Where the magic happens.  I will say-it was very pretty.  She informed me that they have to go to church on Friday nights...No comment.  I also had a really hard time understanding her anytime she started speaking Jewish.  Those are hard words...Here are some pics from browsing:

The last one is my personal fave.  So there you have it.  I am very cultured now that I have experienced the synagogue.  Since we are on the subject, I've got to give a shout out to Tessa.  She rocks.  Hands down, one of my all time favorite people.  Run and tell that.  She is moving to the great state of Virginia. I am sad.  Mildly (if not more) depressed.  But I can't dwell on that.  Tessa, I will miss you.  Thank God for technology.  Love you long time.

Alright, that's all I've got for now.


Thursday, May 26, 2011

Making the Cut?

Pinterest.  It's a new trendy phenomenon.  It's cool.  It's up and coming.  It's the new rage.  Everybody's doing it.  It's also a double edged sword.  Why you ask?  Apparently you have to make the cut to be offered a Pinterest account.  When I first found out about Pinterest (thanks to Betsy) I was very excited.  I wasn't sure why because I'm not into fashion and stuff and most of what I saw was fashion.  And stuff.  But I decided to like it.  I decided that I wanted one.  I thought it was like facebook and anyone could get one.  WRONG.  You have to apply.  Then they take forever to respond.  I felt like I was in 7th grade (most def not my best time period) waiting to get asked to dance at the IOP dance or waiting to get picked for a team.  It was terrible.  Why didn't they want me?  I mean- this stupid website was making me insecure.  After like 5 days I decided that I didn't need one.  I felt good about my decision. I didn't need some stupid picture website to accept me.  Then I got pissed because another roommate got one and we applied at the same time.  Oh heck no.  I was going down a negative path...I decided to re apply.  A few times.   Here is what they said:

Thanks for joining the Pinterest waiting list. We'll be sure to send you an invite soon.
In the meantime, you can follow us on Twitter for Pinterest news and updates. You can also explore a few pinboards.
We're excited to get you pinning soon!
- Ben and the Pinterest Team

Well isn't that lovely.  You won't accept me, but you want me to follow you??  Yeah right.  Just when I was about to give up...I got a confirmation email.  Made the cut.  Immediately, I felt much better about myself.  Not rejected..Yesss.  Wow, that's kind of scary.  I know I am being dramatic, but they were ticking me off.  So now I have one.  Why??  I have no idea.  I don't want to get rid of it because who knows if they would ever re-accept me...So I made some boards.  I am not exactly sure of the point, but it's kind of fun.  Except it is a time waster.  I'm going to need to work on that one.  So there you have it.  I'm doing something trendy.  Oh well, miracles happen everyday. Right?


Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Feet Gloves : Fashion No-No

Some of you are about to be offended.  I'm sorry.  But, this is my lil ol blog & I do what I want... I am about to go on a fashion vent so read at your own risk.  Here goes.  Who said the feet glove things were okay?  Do you know what I am talking about?  I think they are technically called five fingers.  Here is a pic:
Now I am no expert, but I have heard that they do wonders for the runner, but my gosh they freak me out.  They remind me of the ninja turtles feet or something.  I feel bad though because some people that I strongly like/admire sport these babies.  So please do not take offense.  They actually make me laugh.  Especially when you see them worn in leisure.  Like at the whole foods with capris.   I tried to sneak a pic with my phone, but the lady saw me and booked it.  (I then felt like a creeper)  Or at the hair salon.  Gross.  It's got to feel like bare feet up in there.  I have only 2 friends that can pull them off.  Thats it.  I have given up on them just going away because they seem to be popping up all over the place.  Oh well.  I will have to learn to live with these just like I have learned to cope with the rompers.  This picture of them totally freaks me out to the max:
Sorry if I hurt your feelings.  Time for you to toughen up.  Alright.  Thats it for me tonight.

Love you long time,


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Church Lady Dodgeball

Dodgeball + women + St. Andrews = AWESOMENESS.  Yes.  It was awesome.  Today was the 2nd Annual St. Andrews Womens Dodgeball Exhibition.  It's a new tradition.  I will just go ahead and say that this is my favorite church event.  Hands down.  Plus it's hilarious.  We started with some biblical reasoning behind dodgeball (we like to keep it spiritual) and then the madness began.  The reigning champions (my team) came back ready to fight the wed huddle.  I had to do a little recruiting to get some of our oldies back.  We were smaller in number, but we prevailed.  We were TEAM AWESOME.  Team awesome consisted of me (Headshot Princess), Eliza The Preggo, Laura Watch yo back Williams, Becky Kerrageous, Susalee the sweet asSASSin (She looks sweet, but give her a ball...) & we had a guest player, Rennie Move it or lose it Moorman (She substituted in for Rebecca Longshot.  Not trying to toot our own horns here, but we destroyed them.  5-0.  I will say that Becky took a nice shot to the head, but recovered nicely to help clinch the victory.  I really wish you could have seen it.  It was hilarious.
 Blood was only drawn once
 They look sweet, don't be fooled.

 We got MVP.  Those are dodgeballs in my shirt.  Just so you know...
 Not exactly my best beauty moment....

All in all, it was a good time.  Well at least for our team anyways...


Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Councilman

These make me laugh.  Here is what you missed at Herb's swearing in...

PS- Uncle Doug brought the ol familt bible from 1818...It was a little dusty.  And probably weighed 28lbs.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

True Confessions

#1-Last night we had a crazy storm here.  Like super intense.  The thunder woke me up.  The lightning literally lit up my room for what seemed like hours.  I'm not being dramatic here.  I'm going to ball park it, but I was about 47% kind of scared.  I woke up at 4:16 am.  A little too scared to get out of the bed.  It sounded like the thunder was cracking on top of our house.  I must have been half awake and half asleep or something because crazy thoughts were going through my head.  The storm felt like it lasted for hours, but there's no way. It got pretty intense at one point and I may have let my unconscious thoughts get the best of me....I blame the middle of the night on this, but it may or may not have crossed my mind that maybe the end was here... Crazy, I know, but I was tired & scared.  What else does one do?  So I threw out some prayers.  Serious prayers.  Tried to cut a few last minute deals.. just kidding.  They were heartfelt ones thank you very much.  I try not to think about things like that, but sometimes the ol mind does wander.... Which is kind of scary.  Thankfully I fell back asleep at some point  only to wake up a few hours later in disbelief that I imagined the end of the world-as a thunderstorm... Well, now you know I am a SPAZ (if you weren't positive before).

#2-I hate disappointment.  Seriously.  I am an optimist in many things, but I must be a pessimist in others because I tend to always prepare for the letdown.  I try not to get the ol hopes up.  I'm tired of it.  Going to need to work on that one I guess.

#3-I love Metto, but their iced coffee holds no candle to Starbucks.  What does one do?

That's all for now,

Monday, May 9, 2011

The Tug

So I have this thing about tug boats.  I personally think they are really really cool.  I'm going to go as far as saying that they are somewhat symbolic.  I mean think about it.  They are like the protectors of the harbor.  They lead the ships in and out.  They push them up to the dock and make sure that they get in to port safely.  They are small, but they pack a mean punch. Plus all the good ones are red.  I love red.  Plus I'm sure red is symbolic for something... I love them.  Yes, I just got emotional about tugs.  Sorry.  I'm emotional right now.  Tonight I went on the boat with one of my favorite people.  We jumped in just as the sun was setting and went for a lil evening ride.  From 6:45 pm and on is prolly my most favorite time for a boat cruise.  It was really pretty and the river was so flat.  I've seen it a million times, but it truly never gets old. We got out of the boat at about 9pm and it was still lit up on the water.  No dolphin tonight though. 

Loving Mt. Perfect,

The Tambourine

Big things happened this weekend.  Camille got married.  Loads of friends were in town.  Beth became an auntie again.  Good times were had in Mcclellanville. There was Mother's Day.  But none of those can compare to the 10 minutes or so of bliss that happened to me late Friday night.  One of my dreams became reality.  No, Prince Harry did not propose nor anything else of that nature.  Better.  I got to play the tambourine on stage while dancing with the wedding band.  And it was spectacular.  All night I had been hoping that they would pick up that big ol tambourine.  Finally they did.  Lucky for them I was having a good time.  A tiny bit of liquid courage got me up on the stage and rockin!  "Brown Eyed Girl" came on and I knew it was time.  I was eyeing the tambourine and finally someone told the man I wanted it.  So he let me up there.  It was awesome.  Total glory moment.  Then "Shout" came on so naturally I stayed up there for that one.  The best part was when I woke up Saturday morning.  I couldn't make my hand into a fist.  I immediately thought I was paralyzed (always optimistic).  I panicked not knowing what was wrong.  By now, the liquid courage had worn off.  I may not have been in my nest mood.  I was freaking out.  Well, until I realized why my hand was not functioning.  The tambourine.  I must have been smacking the bejunk out of it because my hand was killing.  It was totally worth it:)  After I gathered my self and my stuff I headed down to Mcclellanville for some good ole fashioned relaxing and it was the shrimp festival.  It was so nice.  We drank some delicious beers and ate awesome boiled peanuts all day long.  I got to play loads of ping pong and hang out with some of my favorite people.  Here are a few pics from the day:

 There was a bagpiper and a priest lady blessing all of the boats
 I wanted to be on this boat....
 Not trying to be weird here, but last weekend it was the mating dolphins.  This weekend it was the seagulls. Something is definitely in the water here...
 Here is one of my dream boats (above).  It may not look like much, but one day you will be mine:)
 Love the reflection on this one
 There is my other dream boat (above).  A Hewes.  Those people were on a nice, romantic ride.  23% jealous.
 This is Jack.  He is kind of my God-dog.  It isn't official, but I'm self declaring it.
This lil boat reminded my of Dawson's Creek so I immediately took a picture of it. 

So that's about it for the weekend.  Hope yours was good.  

Love you long time,

Thursday, May 5, 2011

No comment

I think this picture accurately describes our friendship.  Don't judge us.  It was a bachelorette weekend.  We were coping.  Of course I couldn't emotionally handle it.  Turned bright red. Stopped breathing.  Beth was just supporting me.   

-Betty B

Tuesday, May 3, 2011


*Disclaimer-this is not filtered.  Don't judge.  Just need a little vent sesh...

I can't believe I am about to say this.  Here goes.  I think I may have slipped back into TRANSITION.  Just so we are all on the same page, transition is the time period of the unknown.  I used to think that it was right after college until you get your first "real/big-girl" job.  Well, apparently it can sneak up on you after you get your big-girl job.  I said peace out to transition in August '09 when I went to work for the man (my dad).  Happy to never see it again.  Well, it has reared it's ugly, unsolicited head again.  I've tried to beat it off, but I am afraid it has arrived once again.  Have I ever mentioned that I HATE transition. Seriously.  I mean I went to bed Saturday night, feeling good. (maybe it was the blue moons and all of the dolphin)  Then on Sunday, I woke up, with an uneasy feeling (not the blue moons...I know what you're thinking).   It was more of an unsure, questioning feeling.  I knew it was coming.  It finally hit me head on while I was on the boat.  Taking in all the scenery.  Feeling a bit poetic.  Should have known it would get me when I was all vulnerable...  I started thinking about all of the unknowns.  Am I doing what I want to be doing?  Am I doing what I am supposed to be doing?  Is there more out there?  How do I get out there?  Am I scared of failure? (Yes)  What am I good at?  How do we get from here to there?  What will people say if I go for it?  What if I stink it up?  What if I become poor & destitute (a bit dramatic, but it happens) What if I am an old maid?  What would I do if I knew I would not fail?  (I love and hate this question bc it gets me thinking about tons of things)  Then my mind wanders and it never ends well.  Then people say "what do you feel God is calling you to?"  Alright, sometimes I can't handle this one.  If I knew the answer, I would most likely not be in this predicament.  I have no idea.  Then I think of the things that I would like to do, but don't know how to actually do them (sounds trivial I know).  So here I am.  Sorting through loads of ideas.  And doubts.  And more ideas.  Wondering how to go about them. Then someone (someone cool) asked "what are you running toward?"  Well, I have no idea.  Why do I not have an idea.  Gah.  I don't think I am running away from anything, I just don't don't what to run to.  So that is where I am today.  It could all change tomorrow.  Who knows?  If anyone has any suggestions (positive only) feel free to drop them here.  Until then I am going to continue doing the People Mag. crossword (the only kind I can complete), drink my iced coffee and listen to Pink because she has an attitude and I think she most likely does what she wants.  I promise I will make myself be in a better mood tomorrow, but today I choose to be edgy.  It happens.

Transition, if you know what's good for you, get the stink out of here,

PS- Tonight Herb is getting sworn in.  I am wearing a dress + pearls.  No comment.  (maybe this is why I am edgy?)

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Dolphin Delight

I was going to comment on the little wedding that happened on Friday at crack o dawn thirty, but I will save it for later because I witnessed nature at it's finest on Saturday afternoon.  Here is the situation.  I was at the Carter house in Mcclellanville.  It was beautiful.  Lot's of people I liked.  Boat.  Beer. Boiled peanuts.  Some of us went on a little photography jaunt.  We ran into something crazy.  Dolphin were everywhere.  No lie.  (I am saying this in the most scientific way that I know how)  They were doing it.   Everywhere we turned.  Splashing around like crazy.  We were drifting right in the middle of the circle of life.  Not to sound creepy, but it was incredible.  I have never seen anything like it and I may never see it again. Never have I seen that many at once.  I have never seen them swim right up to the boat and let people touch them. Crazy.  Here is the evidence + some other weekend shots-
 (Did you know there are live pirates here also?)
 Betsy doing a back flip.  Naturally
 Spraying the birds...
 I was feeling rather patriotic

So I took some friends on the boat tonight.  It was beautiful.  We went and found some dolphins in Shem Creek.  Then we headed up the Wando and ate our delicious dinner, friendship bread and had some champagne.  I decided to show them one of my all time fav spots & explain to them why I love it.  First off-It needs to be high tide to there.  High tide is my favorite.  Being on the boat after 6pm is key.  We got to our spot at the perfect time.  The marsh was lit up by the sinking sun.  There is this little window of time, right before sunset when the sun shines down on the marsh and it is beautiful. Not too bright but just bright enough to look magical.  Plus the trees are perfectly green in the distance.  When the tide is high, you can see clear across the marsh into the next creek.  The best part is going fast through all of the turns.  The sound of the boat cutting through the water is my ALL-TIME favorite sound.  It is so cool.  I got a little sentimental.  Not sure if it took....They may think I'm crazy, but I did my best to show them the most beautiful place ever.  I mean, honestly, I could talk about how much  love this place all day long.  Oh well.  It was a beautiful night on the boat.  Seriously.  Plus we trained up a new lil captain.  We live in the greatest place ever! (Right Jenny?)
Peace out,