I spent most of yesterday on a giant, yellow, inflatable tire floating down a section of a nearby river. There were friends, and margaritas, and splishy-splashy, talking and giggles, and and and…
It. Was. Awesome.
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I’mma Let You Write Something, But Tubin’ With Friends is the Greatest Thing Ever
I spent most of yesterday on a giant, yellow, inflatable tire floating down a section of a nearby river. There were friends, and margaritas, and splishy-splashy, talking and giggles, and and and…
It. Was. Awesome.
I did learn a few things, however. I feel I should pass these on to you, as a public service. Because I am a helper.
1.) If you are in the water while out-of-doors AND you have skin AND you have pale skin AND you tend to burn easily? Reapply the damn sunblock. A lot. More than, say twice, in a seven hour period.
Otherwise, you might wind up a tad crispy around the edges.1
2.) That whole “wear water socks/shoes while in the river” thing? Yeah, there are reasons for that. Some of the reasons are sharp – like rocks and the like under the water. Others are more squishy, involving ankle-deep debris and mud. If the thought of sinking into slime and having it slither up between your toes makes YOU do the ::jibblies:: dance, too? Wear the damn shoes.
3.) The very, very best way to end a day of tubing along a lazy (albeit with a few white water chutes) river is Tex Mex and cheap margaritas. If you do not follow this procedure, then you are DOING IT WRONG.
1 – Much like Anakin did.
Wherein I Use My Powers for Evil…
…and totally make a mash-up of Auntie Mame and Dune.
I just want to remind readers that clicking on the links is like seeing a bit of the chaos that lives (and sings, musn’t forget singing – Oh, no. Musn’t.) in my head.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Wanna hear something really stupid? I often fear what people might say or think about me.
According to some of my recent Psychology professors, that makes me both narcissistic AND paranoid. Awesome.
I don’t truly think that this is the truth of the matter. I think it’s more a case of how I was raised, what I think of myself, and how I insert into the world at large. That’s not the whole of me, though. That’s not the bits what matter.
I am an adventurer. I am Bene Gesserit. I am Irene Cara singing her heart out and assuring you that you ARE gonna like and remember her. I am a woman with a box unfolding in the top of my head, letting in possibility. The Sleeper has awoken!
And not just because a sexy man wearing bits of a car tire stepped out of a steam shower.
Noooo.
Heh.
OK. Maybe a LITTLE.
Can we just pause here?
Thanks.
Moving on.
Like those women and adventurers in Herbert’s books – I am ready to test my mettle. To put my hand in the box and see what I can do. See what I am capable of. To see if I can end a sentence without a preposition. no, apparently not.
Life is a banquet someone wise1 once said. It’s time to eat it up!
For she is the Cracked-Up Had-Enough. ;D
(ooh, maybe the profs WERE right!)
1 – Mame! As in MAME! I’m gonna live forever! I’m gonna learn how to fly! High!
The Process 