Oh Those Summer Nights

So I know I'm pretty much a loser because I started this blog with a promise to write in it often, but as with most things the day-to-day life got the better of me and it fell to the wayside. Hell, I couldn't even remember the name of it to get here tonight. SAD SAD SAD. But its a summer night, I can stay up all night if I want because there's no school for me tomorrow, so I am going to just free associate and see where I end up.

Much has transpired since my last post. Nothing especially exciting, just the humdrum monotony of everyday living.

My summer vacation is about half over. That is always saddness. The first part went by very quickly. My sister and I went to Florida to see my niece. Eleven days in southern Florida. That was a long time to be that far away from home. The best thing about being there was seeing Eva. "Hey, Eva!" (She's one of the few people who will actually read this) "Love you much." She need not live so far away from home. If any of you know of a handy job for a naturalist/environmentalist in these parts, how about be a llama and pass it on to me so that I can pass it on to her.

We had a great time in Florida. I spent it half in nature, half doing my girly shopping thing. That is the thing about Eva. She is one of the few people who can actually get me out in nature and force me to enjoy it every now and then. Me and the sister shopped like fools though while Eva was at work. I have always felt more at home at the mall than any where out of doors, short of an athletic event, small town festival, or on a boat in some water.

Speaking of, when after we got back from Florida I went to the lake for the week of the fourth. Oh, how I love lake week in the summer. Being at Santee with my friends for that time is some of the most relaxing, enjoyable times I have ever experienced. It's a whole 'nother world there. Time just moves at a different pace. It's all about being laid back, sitting on the deck, lounging in the floats, flying on a boat, getting up at 12, eating supper around 12 am the next day, going to bed at four, getting up and doing it all again. There are a million people in and out of the house everyday, and each one of them is special to me in some way. I am so blessed to have so many wonderful people in my life.

For the rest of my summer I have been hanging out with my BFF's, mostly my friend Denise and her fifteen month old "Genius (said with a hard "G' as in the Saturday Night Live Skit) Baby, Peyton. I'm not biased or nothing, buy Peyton may be the best, cutest, smartest, funniest baby ever. Today we took him to the zoo, and it was the best zoo trip I have ever had. He was simply amazed at every turn, and he was so good. OMG, he didn't cry or scream not once. He is the epitome of the word "precious."

So far, those have been the highlights of my summer.

When we were in Florida, Eva was talking about how people from our neck of the woods never really leave. I've been thinking about that lately, or ever since she said that, and I have a good reason why. . . There is nothing to do!

I know that doesn't make any sense to those of you from the thriving metropoli of the world, and actually to most of us it doesn't make sense either unless you really take the time to think about it.

Since there is nothing to do, our ties run deep to each other. We rely on each other to make our own fun, create our own entertainment. There aren't bars to go to or an abundance of shopping centers to head to when you get bored. Therefore, we are forced to come together and to create these relationships that are so close, so intense that when we are away from them for too long, our worlds don't really seem to run at the right pace anymore.

When we leave the masses of tall oaks and pines and miles of tobacco fields, at first it feels good to be away. It is good to know there is another world out there, a world beyond our petty problems and homegrown dramas, but stay away too long and its like you become a fish out of water. The air doesn't breathe the same. It fills up your lungs and you survive, but it is kinda like the difference between living off an IV and eating momma's Sunday cooking. There just isn't any comparision. One gets you by, but the other fills all your senses until you can hardly contain yourself.

Most people couldn't live where I do. They would be bored, and believe you-me, I have more than my share of days and nights when I could climb the walls looking for something to do. But the country roads of rural South Carolina are my home. I love it. The familiar roads and faces are a much a part of my blood as the oxgyen I breath. I know there are many people who would love to spend all their nights rolling VIP to some glamorous party, but not me. (Getting the girls dressed up for a movie outing is ballin enough for me) I love my Monday nights chillin on Briarwood Ct., Tuesday Night spending time with my P-co Family, Wednesday night poker nights on Byrnes Circle, Thursday chillin at the house or ending up wherever the wind takes me, Friday night high school ballgames cheerin' for my young'uns, Saturdays shopping with the girls, and Sunday's doing whatever else I want.

I love my life and all the people in it. I am so thankful for all the little blessings I have, you know the ones that are so common place you usually take them for granted. . .

Okay, shutting up now. My next escapade comes around this weekend. I am headed down to Charleston for a friend's wedding. I know it is going to be a blast. We have all been looking forward to it for a long time.

I'm gonna make like Tom and Cruise,
Peace,
Behooviah