the last month has been a bit of everything...

It's been a bit since I updated this thing...so I will attempt to play a minor-league game of catch up. The last month consisted of (in no particular order):

-kayaking through the Ocala National Forest with Richie and Amber (and I would again like to extend my deepest thanks to Richie for ramming me solidly into the underbrush several times and for laughing his fucking face off everytime I managed to turn myself around and paddle backwards a ways... seriously, so very inspiring)... oh and I would like to thank myself for not wetting my pants when we saw Mr Baby Alligator. Good job Sarah, you saved your shorts and the last threads of dignity you had left after getting the kayak stuck on that fucking log for 10 minutes.

-Going out on the boat with my dad, Maryann, Richie & Amber and managing to get fuckall sloshed by early afternoon...and then continuing on into the evening...

-Surprize birthday party for Jessica....and Richie and I jamming the pirate pinata so full of candy the poor tots took almost an HOUR to bash it apart. ("there's room in the head, keep stuffing it in!!")

-The gobs and gobs and gobs of Sam's Club Double Bubble chewed on the drive down.

-My VERY awesome and SUPREMELY talented friends Jeff and Richie helping me to ready the Blue Chariot VW for her journey north... They taught me to change: the fuse in my cigarette lighter (i.e. how to charge anything in the car), my taillight, my side mirror (hit twice, 2X!!! in Boston), my key (battery dead=stupid, lazy owner has to manually use key, come now...) and lest we forget....

-the Ill-Fated Great Upholstery Cleansing of 2007 whereupon John (well meaning) had me use this super-detergent-vac-thing on my seats, causing it to now look as though I emulated the astronaut and wee'd myself while driving but I, unlike her, did not use a diaper. My seats look like I peed on all of them.

A terrible miscalculation of the soap/water/scotch guard.

ah well.

Also there was: ripping waves on inner tubes of death with Richie, barhopping with Amber and Richie and the Great BatBoy sighting of 2007, riding on Camerons jeep in the backyard, pad-thai adventures. the AirShow, housesitting and horseshoe crab sightings while kayaking, palmetto bug smooshing, salt water belching and a lot of reading.

****************AMMENDUM*******************

Beers with Corey most assuredly were a highlight of the trip. That and playing "watch the splooshed bug slide up my rain-x slicked windshield" game. Always a treat.

Not to mention the kickass treasure hunt Richie devised for my drive up to Savannah...

Oh, and there was the barrage of treats I managed to consume while down there: Richies pasta, Ahi-Tuna, peel & eat shrimp, cheese and tomato sandwiches, the John's Create Your Own Nachos platters, my world famous pad-thai and lots of yummy El Toucan.

I drank, I talked, I sang, I annoyed...

The lady at the ABC who said that if I were to take away the "The" part of the line "Even Jesus hates the Yankees" sweatshirt I was wearing, then she would be happy. She hates 'em, those snowbirds.

I handed her my Yankee $20 and made my way out the door.

I nearly forgot to mention (in my post-Florida Oscar-esque speech): seeing Adam in Tampa (along with his 'hot skater friends', thanks Rebecca!), Amber breaking the pint glass, self-portrait/drunken tomfoolery with Jess, Marilyn and Amber etc. etc. I'm sure there will be more when my liver dries out and my brain cells rejeuvinate.