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The Cheese Flies East
(aka Chesapeake Cheesey)
The day dawned EARLY! 3:30 a.m. to be exact. There was a cranky cat to be fed and medicated before we left for the airport. There was fog, it was dark. But there was also excitement in the air as Wonderingsoul had not ever seen the ocean before. We got through our one horse airport security with few questions (although the security dude did look at me and asked if any of the cheese I was taking was spreadable cheese!) Seriously...what self respecting Cheesehead would offer spreadable cheese as a "Thanks for letting us come to visit gift"? I mean, SERIOUSLY???? DUDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, we got on the plane and started our adventure. Once in the air, we relaxed, looked at each other and smiled......."this is it!"
After a smooth flight, a change to a larger plane in a much larger airport (O'Hare) we had an equally pleasant flight east. All went well and we got through the airport in Baltimore to find resable and dismh8 waiting on the other side of security. dismh8 was holding 2 huge sunflowers and before I knew it, Wonderingsoul was in resable 's arms hugging like they have known each other forever. I do have to say it warmed my heart like nothing else I have ever felt before. Well, we were laughing and joking before we ever left the airport and I knew it would be a great weekend.
We stopped to pick up some liquid refreshments, and then were on our way to the Casa Dev-Resa! (corny, I know, but I like the sound of it, and it's late, and I'm still tired)
Once at resable 's home, we were shown around and WOW.... they have been busy making it comfortable for us. Sorry Snuggs, we christened the room, and we like it just fine. We have claimed "our territory"!!! *snickers* We settled in, and once we unpacked, offered the gift of the magi er, I mean Cheese of many varieties, we sat down for an old fashioned gab fest! I think if I had not made this a round trip flight, we would still be yakking up a storm! resable made a delicious dinner of grilled vegies (YUMMY), chicken for this whiney weanie, and scallops and shrimp. I did try a scallop, so I'm not totally without guts. Just not a fan of seafood. But the food, company, and environment were perfection to start our vacation adventure.
Chapter 2
The Assateague Beach Day. Watch out for Pony Poo!!!
Well, the day was hot, humid, and sunny. We started out with our beach bags full, our spirits enormously silly, and we headed "um, Dev, what direction were we driving?" There was water everywhere so I wouldn't have been able to tell you. It was a gorgeous day for this white woman and her equally lily white daughter to fry on the beach. And fry we did. Pictures will follow at some point. Hurricane Bill provided some awesome tide and it was really cool to feel the water literally pull you back into the ocean whether you wanted to go or not. Interesting how strong currents can make even a big girl feel light on her feet :) Since Wonderingsoul had never seen a beach before, it was fun as her Momma to watch her as she snapped pictures, looked for shells, and cowered from the sea gulls! "Mr. Gull.....your fries are ready!" Amazing to watch those annoying winged creatures remain suspended in mid air! I myself threw myself into a chair and flopped back, threw my head back, closed eyes to the sun and simply drank in the "VACATION". It was great. Unfortunately the beach was super crowded so the promise of ponies didn't happen, however we did see them both before and after our time on the beach along the road ways, "excuse me ma'am, this is a roadway, you can't stop your vehicle here....please keep it moving!!!" Wonderingsoul did manage to get a couple pictures of the ponies though, and they DO exist!!!
Then it was on to the boardwalk in Ocean City....like one big carnival...other than sore feet, I rather enjoyed watching all the freaks sightseers out for a good time. We shopped, didn't buy a whole lot, but did enjoy the browsing, the smells and the sounds. Lots of laughter, and a good long day, which ended with a ride home in a really awesome storm.
*********stay tune for more********* This cheesehead needs to get to bed and get up for work tomorrow.
Jesse and Oceanus broke the surface of the water and swam towards a large flat rock. Pacifyka and Avalon remained silent. In fact it was all that they could do to keep a straight face.
They reached the rock and gently tried to get them on top of it. Pacifyka finally spoke.
"Sir, it's really not necessary. In fact, you didn't even need to rescue us," she said. Her voice was heavy with amusement. Jesse looked at her in disbelief.
"Didn't need to rescue you?! You tried to kill yourselves and we didn't need to rescue you two?!" He asked. Avalon rolled her eyes at Pacifyka and pulled herself on top of the rock. As did her sister. Jesse and Oceanus' eyes went wide.
"Well, why didn't you say something before?!" Oceanus ejaculated. Avalon shook her head.
"You never gave us a chance to," she explained softly. She sat on the rock, with her tail half in the water. Pacifyka did the same. Jesse felt like an idiot and Oceanus was blushing. These two were just like them. Both water nymphs.
"What are your names?" He asked.
"I'm Pacifyka and she's my sister Avalon." She smiled up at him. He wondered if her hair was dyed.
"So is your hair dyed or natural?" He asked, hoping that he wasn't being rude. They both laughed.
"It's our natural hair colour. Don't worry, we get that a lot," Avalon answered. Pacifyka nodded in agreement. Jesse was hypnotized by her. She was so beautiful. Oceanus and Avalon were deep in conversation. Jesse took Pacifyka's hand and they dove under the water. He did a turn and showed her his tail as well.
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Dixie currently feels:
Depressed
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Blog #70
Bluetooth Buddies
I got up at about quarter past 7 with my phone alarm.
I got ready and set out slightly earlier than I normally do - Ian's house is farther from the bus stop.
He gave me some letters to post along the way, so I had to play HUNT THE POSTBOX.
I didn't see Michaella on the college bus - so when I got to college, I went straight to the LRC.
I was about 3-4 blogs behind - I REALLY need to stop posting empty ones.
It just gets to the "blog time" of the night, and I can't be arsed. :)
It was about 8:20, and the LRC was deserted!
I've never seen it so empty before.
I asked for a PC on the ground floor - normally they ask you how long you want - but she didn't, and when I logged in, she'd given me 2 and a half hours.
HOW DID SHE KNOW THAT'S HOW LONG IT WAS UNTIL MY LESSON?!
LOL!
I started writing one of my entries - and I got a phone call from my dad in India.
Apparently I'd rang him, so he told me to lock my phone. I looked, and indeed, it was unlocked in my pocket.
An accidental call to India cost me 20p. DAMN IT.
About 5 minutes later - a lad sat on the same table stood up and walked over to me, all shy - and he goes: "Umm, excuse me. You know your ringtone? The Final Fantasy VII one? Can I have it please? I really like that tune."
I was like "...Er, sure." - thinking to myself: 'Is that how shy I am when I talk to strangers?'
So I sent him the song over Bluetooth - and felt slightly happy with myself for a few moments, knowing I'd made someone happy and given them what they wanted. Even as simple as it was.
Simple things are the best things.
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In Media Studies - I finished off my first draft of my evaluation.
I printed it off and Sarah wrote a few things I need to add in.
I added those in - and it's still about 150 words below the maximum word count. Not bad.
She didn't get chance to see the changes - so I'll have to show her those on Friday.
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Lewis came with me to the bus stop - some old woman asked me if I wanted to sit down on the bench in the shelter, and she budged along.
This made me feel weird too - saying that, I'd have done the same for her, or anyone, really.
Unless they were a chav - then I'd have put my backpack in the gap. :P
When I got back to the bungalow - nana and grandad still weren't home - so I opened all the curtains, made my bed and tidied up a little.
I made myself a pizza and played through the Very Hard story mode on Dancing Stage: Mario Mix.
Apparently, if you do the Very Hard story mode, you unlock the Super Hard one - but I haven't.
But that may be because I didn't do the Easy one - I just skipped it and went straight to Normal.
I'm going to have to look into it.
If not, then I'll just have to do what it'll let me do.
I'm really close to completing it now.
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Mam sent me a picture message from India - dad's had an accident.
He got hit by a big wave in the ocean and he's gashed all of his face and cut his lip open with his teeth.
It wasn't a pretty sight.
I texted mam back to hug him for me.
He looks sad and hurt. :(
DeviantArt
I basically painted over a black and white eye, then decided to create another eye and paint a nose in between. I'm actually pleased with how this came out.
My work, my life, my dream, is about helping people. About taking something that's not so great, and healing it. Sometimes all I can do is listen to someone hurting, but contrary to the implied definition, even that's not a passive experience. Unless I'm having a selfish day, I'm always looking for something to give, something to do, some way to help.
Until the moment when I break out of the trees, and my words are stolen by a painted sky, over a forest so dark it's been reduced to two dimensions. The lake carries deep secrets of beauty under a glassy surface, a surface that permits no entry because disturbing it would be beyond criminal. There's a line of amber in the middle of the shadows, revealing that part of that flat black treeline is an island. Beauty and darkness blending into something beyond the definitions of each.
The morning I go out for a walk in the mist on the shore. The waves are crashing, running in and out as though searching for something in the gravel. The brightly wet rocks slide from under my weight, and the sky is impassively gray, too great to be aware of the tiny crustaceans that skitter and slide higher up the shore, demanding safety. The whole world seems to be waiting for something, and maybe it's just for me to leave, so that it can celebrate in its riotous joy. A promise of a terrific storm later. Can a storm have emotion? It seems to promise beauty and emotion, but in such a way to defy both terms.
The hushed open-air cathedral of the trees, with the long grass that invites all and tells nothing. High enough on the hills that the wind is your companion, and only a hawk soars over you. Dusty leaves enjoy their new settings, and the smell of the woods dances tantalizingly past your eyes. Lying down in that long soft grass, the earth accepting your weight, gazing up at the tall pale trees. There's a song here from before we knew notation, and so we'll never be able to take down the notes. Elusive and welcoming. Beautiful.
Only fifteen feet from the surface, and it's a totally different world. The floor is carved by a different master, the ceiling is in constant motion. A valley so deep that darkness seems to bleed out of it, reaching to pull you in and hide you forever, whispering the secrets that will make you forget the sun. Startled life that darts away from your form into better hiding. Sound you can't remember when you break the surface again. Beautiful. Beautiful.
There's nothing I can do, no words I can say. This was a place where I'm not going to be serving, where I'm not going to be helping or making anything better. The only thing I can possibly do here is view, drink, perceive. I'll be something of a holding receptacle for this moment.
That's all I can do - sit, listen with my eyes. Why? I won't have the words to tell anyone else about it later. I can't capture the sound, the taste of the air and convert it. I'm not a painter or a sculptor, to be able to convey this. Even the act of taking a picture would seem to interrupt something, to turn the focus back on the little person down here.
I'm not sure I know why. Maybe it's something I need to see to be all right. Maybe it's just because to see this and walk away without taking it in would be completely wrong. Maybe I'll be able to come back here and bring someone else with me. Maybe it's something that will teach me to love better, somehow. I don't know. I just know that this is beautiful, and I need to take it in.
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