Got back late Tuesday night from NC. It was a sort of working vacation, in that I had about 1-2 of business each day to take care of, but it was the closest thing to a real vacation that I've had in years. Here are some things I learned while away:
1. It's not that I don't like to be outside. I just don't like to be outside in Florida.
I went to the mountains in North Carolina, where mornings were in the low sixties and afternoon highs were in the upper seventies. Aside from the lack of blistering heat that I'm accustomed to dealing with as a South Floridian, the sun's rays in NC also didn't feel as laser-ish against my skin as they do here. I was outside for hours every day and loving it. People who know me, know how unusual that statement is.
2. I really want to move to the mountains in North Carolina.
Yes, I've been saying this for years, but I'm serious this time. I've been there twice in the winter, twice in the summer, and once in the fall, and each time, I love it a little more. My husband, for whom this was his second trip, loves it, too. Even my dog seems to prefer it to Florida. All I need is for the housing market to get out of the toilet (big dream, I know) and I can finally shake the Florida sand from my feet to head north.
3. There's lazy, and then there's just damn nasty.
While driving, my husband and I were listening to a local radio show where people were encouraged to call in and describe the laziest thing they've ever done. Now, I am all about being lazy, don't get me wrong, but some of these callers had my eyes popping out of my head. The woman who "won" did so on the basis of her story of how she'd gone the entire weekend while wearing the same outfit. The exact same outfit, down to the same pair of panties. No showering, no brushing her teeth, and no changing her underwear. Why? She didn't feel like it. And she laughed about how it was a nice weekend spent on her couch watching TV.
Folks, I've had lazy weekends on the couch watching TV. I like them just as much as the next sedentary person, but you can bet I didn't neglect basic hygiene. In summary, I hope that woman was single, and I'm glad I never had to smell her.
4. Some things should not be done for any price.
While I was watching TV up there, something like "wackiest videos" came on (can't remember the exact title). Anyway, it showed a clip of a game show where the contestants, lined up in open stalls where everything but their laps were visible, had to compete against each other to see who could take a dump first. No, you didn't read that wrong. They were all on special toilets that were rigged to flash a light above the contestant's head to showcase the first person who did a number two. This horrified me even more than Lazy Stinky Woman on the radio. I may never recover from seeing that.
5. "You can't miss it", when spoken by a local, actually translates into "let's have fun with the tourists!"
For every time someone gave us directions with a "you can't miss it" description of a landmark, we were guaranteed to get lost. And our GPS system didn't work in most areas of the mountains up there. Neither did our cell phones. Luckily, as I am sitting here typing this, we didn't get so lost that we couldn't find our way back.
For every time someone gave us directions with a "you can't miss it" description of a landmark, we were guaranteed to get lost. And our GPS system didn't work in most areas of the mountains up there. Neither did our cell phones. Luckily, as I am sitting here typing this, we didn't get so lost that we couldn't find our way back.
6. When you set up a river trip and the guide says the location where he will pick you up and drive you back to your car doesn't require a map because "you can't miss it", see item number five!
Don't fall for it again, idiot! Or, you might find yourself dragging a canoe a quarter mile up river, against the current, cursing and tripping over river rocks while your out-of-shape legs are screaming in pain, back to the area where you last saw some locals so you can borrow their cell phone to call the guide and say that obviously you can miss the pick up spot!
Don't fall for it again, idiot! Or, you might find yourself dragging a canoe a quarter mile up river, against the current, cursing and tripping over river rocks while your out-of-shape legs are screaming in pain, back to the area where you last saw some locals so you can borrow their cell phone to call the guide and say that obviously you can miss the pick up spot!
7. Avoid queen-sized, firm mattresses.
My husband and I have always had a king-sized bed. Usually, a soft one, too. The bed in the cabin we rented was a queen, and it was so hard I swear I have bruises more firm than I am used to. Combine that with my tendency to stretch out my limbs like a crab when tired, all while my husband kept jockeying for his own space, and we didn't get a lot of sleep (not in the good way, either ;).
8. I love the NC mountains, but I'm glad to be home.
Hey, my big, soft bed is here. And I can drive around without getting hopelessly lost. It might be sweltering hot here, and capable of giving me a sunburn just by walking to the mailbox, but I have those two things to comfort me while I wait, and hope, that the real estate market recovers.
Now, to get caught up on my inbox. It's amazing how things can pile up, even after just five days.


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And i absolutly agree on the "You can't Miss It" Disney Land Paris flash bk's. *Ungh, story is to long*
I've only ever been to America once, and that was to Salt Lake City, I would really love to go to North Carolina.
Glad ur bk safe, Hope ur well
Hugs and Loves,
Beth
xxx
The heat, and the fact that when you go away from home, you're sleeping in a bed that's not your own, always makes coming back so sweet. ^.^
Glad to hear that your visit/vacation was enjoyable! Even with all those "you can't miss it's" :3
And as far as Ms. McNasty... I had abdominal surgery that let me in pain to the point I sobbed when I had to get out of bed. But I'll be darned, I still dragged my butt to the shower every day! How gross!!!!!
That is completely revolting.
Oh yeah. I feel your pain! Going outside in the summer in south FL feels like walking into a giant sweaty armpit to me. I hide indoors from May thru October, cuddled next to my air conditioning :)
And I know exactly what you mean about the film on the windshield. Sometimes I get it very early in the morning if I'm driving, too.