Saturday, July 23, 2011

Marmite Will Destroy the World...and has nothing to do with this post

So...I haven't written for awhile. Partially because my shoulder has been recovering from a separation a few weeks ago (my arm bone and clavical decided they needed some time apart) and partially because I've lacked inspiration. Scratch that, I've had inspiration. I was just being lazy. And recently got a facebook, a bitter-sweet black hole of time.

          Summer is oozing along like greased lightening. Only a few weeks of frantic activities and the school year that I left to die will come back to haunt me like a back-to-school poltergeist. The one bright cupcake in all of this is Florida. Sunny, wet, vacation destination Florida.
          For a week before school starts my family and I are going to take a watery vacation to Florida. The place we are staying at is known  
for being a hot-spot for lovebirds and senior citizens. I don't care if it's a breeding ground for elves, it's close to the beach! Plus, the other option was staying at the Rainbow Hotel and Inn where the queer couples of Florida go to enjoy a day in the sun. Somehow explaining what dentures are seems easier than explaining why those men are holding hands.

          My siblings and I have never been to a beach before. We've dived into pools, lakes, even unusually large puddles but never a real, honest-to-goodness ocean. The kind with white (or yellow, i'm not picky) sands, frothy aquamarine water as far as the eye can see, and pastel sea shells scattered through the sand. My longing to go to a real ocean probably has a lot to do with my childhood obsession with mermaids, Atlantis, and other underwater fairy tales. 

            Until about the age of 8 I was absolutely certain what I wanted to be when i grew up. Not a normal occupation like fireman, nurse, or eulogizer; no. I wanted to be a mermaid. I didn't worry about the details such as, oh, I don't know, somehow having a scaly tail attached to my midsection and gills installed in my neck. I just knew, one way or another, that when I was older I'd be a mermaid. 

            While I doubt that i'm going to have a magical transformation into a sea creature of yore (though you would be the first to know), I am looking forward to spending some quality time swimming with the fishes. And the jellyfish, sharks, squid, and other poisonous yet beautiful animals.

            Wow, I was a dense kid.

            Peanut Butter and Jellyfish,
and a wee bit of evil Marmite:
 from by bad bertha