Have you ever done an anonymous act that has made you so happy, you feel like you could shoot fully wrapped candy bars out your nose? Yes, it made you that happy?
Once in a while, when I’m not so self absorbed that the only thing I can think about is finding a box of hidden Kraft Mac & Cheese in the pantry, I run across someone somewhere that calls to me. They don’t vocally say anything to me nor do they give me that poor pathetic look. It’s more a spiritual look…you know, the kind where you can read something about them through their eyes. Believe me, I’m not claiming to be a psychic….I so do not believe in those gaudy women who wear more jewelry than all of my ancestors put together. I’m just talking about “that look” that somehow draws you to them.
Hubs and I were on one of our weekend trips when we decided we were hungry. As we drove around, looking for the perfect dinner, we remember Chili’s. We have lots of good memories there, the food is usually decent, and it was easy to get to. As we were eating, I kept watching this lady who I’ll call Ann as she reminded me of my grammy, sitting all by herself, eating a hamburger stacked a mile high with sweet goodness. She’d take a bit and slowly chew, all while looking around at everyone within eyesight.
I’ll be honest….I started to try and figure out her story. I’m pretty sure she was recently widowed. She had that sad look in her eye…the kind where she could have cried had any of us selfish food shovelers dared to take a minute and ask her how she was. It was that kind of look that said she had barely been able to get up and get going that day. That look that she had absolutely no energy to even cook a simple meal for herself. For some reason I was totally drawn to her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. In fact, at one point, I got teary-eyed watching her. I finally pointed her out to hubs and, after watching a little longer, we decided to buy her dinner anonymously.
When our waitress came to take deliver our food, I whispered to her of our plan but asked her to keep it on the down low. Apparently she has no idea what that means! After Ann was done eating she sat for a while longer still taking in every single sight around her. When she asked for her ticket, the waitress told her it had been taken care of. We were really only about 7 or so feet from her table so we could hear everything. Ann wanted to know who would do that for her after the waitress explained again. I was watching the whole time, although not directly looking as I had chicken strips with a killer honey mustard sauce to devour. Anyway, the dingy waitress then motioned with her eyes to our table….busted! I’ll admit the stinkin’ sauce kept making my eyes water and every time I’d look at Ann, they’d water even more….When she got up to leave, she looked our way and kindly said thank you. It took everything inside me to not jump up and give her a huge hug…one I’d give to my grammy after not seeing her for several months. Yep, it would have been one of “those” hugs…My eyes kept watering, my lip kept quivering, and heart felt incredibly full.
Honestly, I have no idea of her story. I have no idea if our gesture made her feel any better. I have no idea if we overstepped our boundaries. I have no idea….
I do know this. That night, as I was trying to fall asleep, I realized that I need to be more aware. I need to be aware of life past the one-foot barrier I sometimes put around myself. I need to reach out to people and I need to give freely, without any expectations in return. I need to let others feel love like I feel on a daily basis. I need to let people know that someone cares. We never know when that one little act of random kindness could truly save a person, if only for an hour, or help them get through an otherwise unbearable day.
That simple act doesn’t have to be grand. It doesn’t have to be a meal….it could be even a simple act such as letting someone go ahead of you in the grocery line or even a smile and hello. It could be the act of slipping a little sumtin-sumtin in a box at school or wherever you work. It doesn’t have to cost a penny….or it could cost several dollars. It could be anything! The possibilities are endless!
What have you done? Any new ideas? I’m determined to do an act at least once a day….nothing major, nothing to break the bank. Just a little something to make us both feel a bit better about ourselves.
Come on, don't be shy. Let's share our ideas and see what we come up with. Oh, and if you want to do a little act of kindness but don't know who to do it to, let me know. I'll give you my addy, p.o. box, my bank account number and place of employment. I mean, I don't want you to stress about it!
Carry on!
Wednesday, August 04, 2010
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Ted Fryers....
It's the place to be. I swear I can smell them from I-5 the minute we hit the Oregon state line. I start to feel that giddy feeling in the pit of my stomach like the first time I "met" Ken. I daydream for hours about what great sale I am going to run into. I tell ya, to me, that place is almost as exciting as a jar of Nutella with a big spoon sitting in it, waiting for me to scoop it out and shovel it in my mouth, barely taking time to breathe. Yes, this place is that good. It would be the best if it had Nutella jars attached to each cart, with a spoon, and a bag of tortillas to spread it on. The only thing to make it better? Some gorgeous Prince feeding it to me, while admiring my beauty. Ahhhh....
I will admit, at times, I have a bit of a shopping addiction. It's part in due to living in the middle of pine tree/manzaneta infested clump of land, where in all honesty, my best shopping happens at Ben Franklin or Rite Aid...and, only happens about three times a year out of pure desperation and the need for some obscene plastic bag rustling in my palms of my hands, filled with some cheap tacky item that I wouldn't even give to the local "Save the Garbage Cans" fundraising garage sale. In fact, I usually scan the store, darting in and out of aisles, making sure noone I have tried to impress with my "Suitcasing" or "Cow Tipping" stories from my younger years is within view of my purchases. After all, I am cool to them. Anyway, back to my story....So, while it may seem like I am an addict, I am a selective addict and usually only when we travel. I save my addiction for the road. And, honestly, I think the anticipation of quenching that thirst makes it even better. Thankfully Hubs is very tolerant and values the idea of no temper tantrums so is very helpful in helping me find these sacred places to keep me quiet.
I am pretty sure my mental map could name every store between the Oregon I-5 and somewhere in Washington. I'm being totally serious when I say those stores are drawn to us. Traveling at 65+ miles and hour should prohibit the eyesight from certain buildings but NEVER has it denied us the opportunity to find and enter one of these beloved stores.
Sales. Every single time we enter, sales are everywhere. No matter what I carefully place in my cart, it's on sale. AND the best part? For some crazy reason, they usually take off an extra 10-20%, totally justifying every purchase I've made. I recently picked up a pair of flipflops to add to my collection of summer attire. While they had been seriously slashed in price already, when adding them to my cart, a sweet little lady comes and informs me that they are an additional 20% off. I, without a doubt, know those thongs, errrr flipflops, were meant for me. And, to make it even a better day (Minus the Nutella), I found three more pairs in different styles/colors all within easy reach. I'll tell ya, it was meant to be.
While Hubs gently reminded me that we had come in to buy sheets for our bed since we have to buy them somewhere besides CA....We have an Eastern King not a California King....so, we're banned from buying them in CA. Don't get me started on this one. Anyway, I found sheets that were on sale from $99 down to $68 and some change. Then to add to this madness, there were coupons for another 20% OFF. Are you kidding me? So, to make use of this sale, I picked up two king sets and one queen set. I mean they were almost paying me to take them. I felt very justified in buying the shoes as I had saved so much already. I tell ya, I would live in this store if I could....promoting their greatness 24 hours a day. Oh, and they have a full on grocery store there as well. Ohhhh, I can hardly breath after talking about it.....
So, while I am very vocal about promoting this store...I am, however, hesitant to truthfully identify it. While I want everyone to be able to take advantage of this sale infested wonderland, I'm worried that there will be nothing left for me when I finally make my monthy pilgrimage there. However, I'd probably share my secret for giftcards or cash of which I would dedicate to purchases made in that store. I'm just saying....
Fred Meyers....
You are my favorite place to shop
My dreams of you never stop.
You never fail me on sales
from clothes to pillows to hair gel.
My dream job is to be a Freddy's Greeter,
just wish the toy aisle was a little neater.
I dream about you day and night,
I'm glad you don't sell animals that bite.
Your grocery store is an absolute dream
where you sell everything from prunes to cream.
Socks, face paint, towels, and more....
You truly are my dream store!!
I will admit, at times, I have a bit of a shopping addiction. It's part in due to living in the middle of pine tree/manzaneta infested clump of land, where in all honesty, my best shopping happens at Ben Franklin or Rite Aid...and, only happens about three times a year out of pure desperation and the need for some obscene plastic bag rustling in my palms of my hands, filled with some cheap tacky item that I wouldn't even give to the local "Save the Garbage Cans" fundraising garage sale. In fact, I usually scan the store, darting in and out of aisles, making sure noone I have tried to impress with my "Suitcasing" or "Cow Tipping" stories from my younger years is within view of my purchases. After all, I am cool to them. Anyway, back to my story....So, while it may seem like I am an addict, I am a selective addict and usually only when we travel. I save my addiction for the road. And, honestly, I think the anticipation of quenching that thirst makes it even better. Thankfully Hubs is very tolerant and values the idea of no temper tantrums so is very helpful in helping me find these sacred places to keep me quiet.
I am pretty sure my mental map could name every store between the Oregon I-5 and somewhere in Washington. I'm being totally serious when I say those stores are drawn to us. Traveling at 65+ miles and hour should prohibit the eyesight from certain buildings but NEVER has it denied us the opportunity to find and enter one of these beloved stores.
Sales. Every single time we enter, sales are everywhere. No matter what I carefully place in my cart, it's on sale. AND the best part? For some crazy reason, they usually take off an extra 10-20%, totally justifying every purchase I've made. I recently picked up a pair of flipflops to add to my collection of summer attire. While they had been seriously slashed in price already, when adding them to my cart, a sweet little lady comes and informs me that they are an additional 20% off. I, without a doubt, know those thongs, errrr flipflops, were meant for me. And, to make it even a better day (Minus the Nutella), I found three more pairs in different styles/colors all within easy reach. I'll tell ya, it was meant to be.
While Hubs gently reminded me that we had come in to buy sheets for our bed since we have to buy them somewhere besides CA....We have an Eastern King not a California King....so, we're banned from buying them in CA. Don't get me started on this one. Anyway, I found sheets that were on sale from $99 down to $68 and some change. Then to add to this madness, there were coupons for another 20% OFF. Are you kidding me? So, to make use of this sale, I picked up two king sets and one queen set. I mean they were almost paying me to take them. I felt very justified in buying the shoes as I had saved so much already. I tell ya, I would live in this store if I could....promoting their greatness 24 hours a day. Oh, and they have a full on grocery store there as well. Ohhhh, I can hardly breath after talking about it.....
So, while I am very vocal about promoting this store...I am, however, hesitant to truthfully identify it. While I want everyone to be able to take advantage of this sale infested wonderland, I'm worried that there will be nothing left for me when I finally make my monthy pilgrimage there. However, I'd probably share my secret for giftcards or cash of which I would dedicate to purchases made in that store. I'm just saying....
Fred Meyers....
You are my favorite place to shop
My dreams of you never stop.
You never fail me on sales
from clothes to pillows to hair gel.
My dream job is to be a Freddy's Greeter,
just wish the toy aisle was a little neater.
I dream about you day and night,
I'm glad you don't sell animals that bite.
Your grocery store is an absolute dream
where you sell everything from prunes to cream.
Socks, face paint, towels, and more....
You truly are my dream store!!
Monday, August 02, 2010
Tolerance....that's what it's all about
I have struggled with this blog. Do I go serious? Do I go the humorous route? Do I write the truth? Do I make up funny stories? Do I include my family without their consent? What do I do?
I have realized that some days are more serious than others. There are days where, as hard as I try, I couldn’t squeeze a lick of juice out of an overripe orange if my life depended upon it. Those are the days where I am blank. Nothing computes. Nothing comes to mind about what to write. Nothing in my head makes me laugh. Nothing in my head makes sense. Some days I am just off.
I’m not sure why some days are that way. Maybe something on t.v. has rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe I didn’t get enough sleep. Maybe my husband put too much water in the ice tea pitcher. Maybe the shirt I wanted to wear had a spot on it. Who really knows?
However, there are times when a subject pops into my head and I cannot shake it. I think about if for days. Some subjects are not ones I care to write about….and others I can’t find the words to put into writing. I have a million thoughts in this head of mine but some of them just don’t make any sense by the time they get to my mouth or the tips of my fingers. Some thoughts stay and as time goes on, the thoughts become more vivid and more concrete. Bullying is one of those thoughts.
Bullying has been on my mind for days if not weeks. You see, bullying hits very close to home for me. I was never the target of daily or constant bullying but someone I love was. In fact, bullying almost cost this person their life. And, every singe day, she struggles because of words or actions that happened over 20 years ago. Bullying is a life sentence.
Imagine going to school every.single.day knowing that you will be the target of someone in some hallway of the one place that is supposed to keep you safe. Imagine waking up every morning knowing that you would be that target. Imagine dreading school with every single thing that you have and still having to go as no one knew what you were going through. Imagine the people that you thought or hoped were your friends were the ones doing some of the bullying. And, because they were supposed to be your friends, that bullying would be of the worst form possible.
There are nights that I wake up sad or mad or sick to my stomach. I was one of the few people that should have protected her and I didn’t. I should have been the one to stick up for her, to stand up and speak for her when she couldn’t. And, if that didn’t work, I should have been the one to raise my fist and make sure that not another demeaning word could come out of that person’s mouth.
Why was she picked to be the daily target for some? Was it her hair color? Was it due to an overactive skin condition, which like a lot of teenagers, caused acne? Was it due to her name? Was it because she walked the halls with her head hung down, scared to look anyone in the eyes? Was it because she was already had a low self esteem? What was it because of?
For years none of us knew how bad it was. It finally took a period in her life, she almost ending everything, for us to realize how bad it really was. Even then, we still really didn’t know the depth of it. I doubt we still do. Every once in while, a little more of the picture will be revealed, and when it is, I feel like I’ve been socked in the gut once again. I’ll probably never know how bad it really was as time does seem to heal some things. However, I do know that it was bad. It was bad enough that, to this day, it still haunts her. It has caused her to not have a lot of friends, to settle for things she wouldn’t have thought to settle for at one time, to question motives of anything and everyone, and to not have a positive self image.
For me, one of the saddest moments of truth was realizing that young ladies, who were supposed to be her friends, her church mates, her cheerleaders, were some of the worst torturers of all times. I still tear up at the thought of how mean they were to her, how hard she tried to fit in, and how much harder that made them work at making her feel worthless. I often wonder if they even remember their words and their actions…because she sure does. Do they have any idea the pain they caused? Do they feel guilty about it? Do they even remember being that cruel? Mostly, are they still that cruel? Still so self centered that they will do whatever it takes to make themselves feel better? Do they have any idea???
I have, at times, wanted to write them, to scold them, to yell at them, to let them know that bullying is a life sentence for some and that they were the ones who personally handed that sentence to her.. I have wanted to tell them that I hope they never have to live this life sentence, if not themselves, but have to watch their children suffer through it. I have wanted to tell them that the things they said and did or didn’t do still haunt her to this day. Those things still make it almost impossible for her to rise in the morning or to make it through some days. Those things still make it hard for her to look in the mirror and realize that she is worth something and that she is beautiful. Those things, those words, those actions, still are etched in her mind like it was yesterday.
More than anything, I wish that a simple “I am sorry” could fix the hurt, the pain, the memories of years ago. However, I’m very aware that is not the case. I’m very aware that those words would probably mean nothing to her. If nothing else, I hope that they have learned somehow the pain they have caused her. I hope that they have realized you cannot treat someone like that and not have it make a lasting impression. I hope they have realized what they have done and that they have truly felt remorse and guilt for what they have done. I hope they have somehow forgiven themselves….
She will be fine. She will raise her family the best she can. She will be a wonderful mother who, without a doubt, will teach her children that tolerance is the only acceptable way to live with people. She will learn to love herself the best way she knows how. She will learn that she is loved. And hopefully, she will never hear those words or see those actions again. And, hopefully she will only be surrounded by kind, tolerant, and loving people.
If you never teach your children anything else ….please teach your children that tolerance is a must. Help them realize that, while they may only be bullying a child in grade school, that will most certainly help shape who that little person becomes. Teach them that even if it doesn’t seem bad to us, we have no idea how hurtful and damaging those words or actions can become. Teach them that, because of bullying, some young people have felt the only way to get relief from that unbearable pain was to end their lives. Would you want your child to be responsible for that ending?
Unfortunately, as young children, we don’t have the ability to see what our actions will become at a later date. We don’t realize how permanent something can become. It’s our job to make sure children know. Even if we don’t have our own children, it is still our job to help mold these children into caring, tolerant, and loving individuals. It is our job.
This new school year is fast upon us. As it approaches, I have decided to make some changes within myself. I will, no matter what the situation, approach and confront every form of bullying I see. I will approach the child who is being bullied and I will listen to them. I want them to know they are important and they are loved. I want them to know that they are worth something. I want them to know those words or actions are simply not true. There have been times where I have turned the other cheek when I knew better. I wonder what I could have prevented? I will also approach the bullier. I will confront them on their actions and let them know that is not accepted. I will do everything in my power to make sure that not one more child has to grow up with a life sentence.
Tolerance…that is what it is all about.
I have realized that some days are more serious than others. There are days where, as hard as I try, I couldn’t squeeze a lick of juice out of an overripe orange if my life depended upon it. Those are the days where I am blank. Nothing computes. Nothing comes to mind about what to write. Nothing in my head makes me laugh. Nothing in my head makes sense. Some days I am just off.
I’m not sure why some days are that way. Maybe something on t.v. has rubbed me the wrong way. Maybe I didn’t get enough sleep. Maybe my husband put too much water in the ice tea pitcher. Maybe the shirt I wanted to wear had a spot on it. Who really knows?
However, there are times when a subject pops into my head and I cannot shake it. I think about if for days. Some subjects are not ones I care to write about….and others I can’t find the words to put into writing. I have a million thoughts in this head of mine but some of them just don’t make any sense by the time they get to my mouth or the tips of my fingers. Some thoughts stay and as time goes on, the thoughts become more vivid and more concrete. Bullying is one of those thoughts.
Bullying has been on my mind for days if not weeks. You see, bullying hits very close to home for me. I was never the target of daily or constant bullying but someone I love was. In fact, bullying almost cost this person their life. And, every singe day, she struggles because of words or actions that happened over 20 years ago. Bullying is a life sentence.
Imagine going to school every.single.day knowing that you will be the target of someone in some hallway of the one place that is supposed to keep you safe. Imagine waking up every morning knowing that you would be that target. Imagine dreading school with every single thing that you have and still having to go as no one knew what you were going through. Imagine the people that you thought or hoped were your friends were the ones doing some of the bullying. And, because they were supposed to be your friends, that bullying would be of the worst form possible.
There are nights that I wake up sad or mad or sick to my stomach. I was one of the few people that should have protected her and I didn’t. I should have been the one to stick up for her, to stand up and speak for her when she couldn’t. And, if that didn’t work, I should have been the one to raise my fist and make sure that not another demeaning word could come out of that person’s mouth.
Why was she picked to be the daily target for some? Was it her hair color? Was it due to an overactive skin condition, which like a lot of teenagers, caused acne? Was it due to her name? Was it because she walked the halls with her head hung down, scared to look anyone in the eyes? Was it because she was already had a low self esteem? What was it because of?
For years none of us knew how bad it was. It finally took a period in her life, she almost ending everything, for us to realize how bad it really was. Even then, we still really didn’t know the depth of it. I doubt we still do. Every once in while, a little more of the picture will be revealed, and when it is, I feel like I’ve been socked in the gut once again. I’ll probably never know how bad it really was as time does seem to heal some things. However, I do know that it was bad. It was bad enough that, to this day, it still haunts her. It has caused her to not have a lot of friends, to settle for things she wouldn’t have thought to settle for at one time, to question motives of anything and everyone, and to not have a positive self image.
For me, one of the saddest moments of truth was realizing that young ladies, who were supposed to be her friends, her church mates, her cheerleaders, were some of the worst torturers of all times. I still tear up at the thought of how mean they were to her, how hard she tried to fit in, and how much harder that made them work at making her feel worthless. I often wonder if they even remember their words and their actions…because she sure does. Do they have any idea the pain they caused? Do they feel guilty about it? Do they even remember being that cruel? Mostly, are they still that cruel? Still so self centered that they will do whatever it takes to make themselves feel better? Do they have any idea???
I have, at times, wanted to write them, to scold them, to yell at them, to let them know that bullying is a life sentence for some and that they were the ones who personally handed that sentence to her.. I have wanted to tell them that I hope they never have to live this life sentence, if not themselves, but have to watch their children suffer through it. I have wanted to tell them that the things they said and did or didn’t do still haunt her to this day. Those things still make it almost impossible for her to rise in the morning or to make it through some days. Those things still make it hard for her to look in the mirror and realize that she is worth something and that she is beautiful. Those things, those words, those actions, still are etched in her mind like it was yesterday.
More than anything, I wish that a simple “I am sorry” could fix the hurt, the pain, the memories of years ago. However, I’m very aware that is not the case. I’m very aware that those words would probably mean nothing to her. If nothing else, I hope that they have learned somehow the pain they have caused her. I hope that they have realized you cannot treat someone like that and not have it make a lasting impression. I hope they have realized what they have done and that they have truly felt remorse and guilt for what they have done. I hope they have somehow forgiven themselves….
She will be fine. She will raise her family the best she can. She will be a wonderful mother who, without a doubt, will teach her children that tolerance is the only acceptable way to live with people. She will learn to love herself the best way she knows how. She will learn that she is loved. And hopefully, she will never hear those words or see those actions again. And, hopefully she will only be surrounded by kind, tolerant, and loving people.
If you never teach your children anything else ….please teach your children that tolerance is a must. Help them realize that, while they may only be bullying a child in grade school, that will most certainly help shape who that little person becomes. Teach them that even if it doesn’t seem bad to us, we have no idea how hurtful and damaging those words or actions can become. Teach them that, because of bullying, some young people have felt the only way to get relief from that unbearable pain was to end their lives. Would you want your child to be responsible for that ending?
Unfortunately, as young children, we don’t have the ability to see what our actions will become at a later date. We don’t realize how permanent something can become. It’s our job to make sure children know. Even if we don’t have our own children, it is still our job to help mold these children into caring, tolerant, and loving individuals. It is our job.
This new school year is fast upon us. As it approaches, I have decided to make some changes within myself. I will, no matter what the situation, approach and confront every form of bullying I see. I will approach the child who is being bullied and I will listen to them. I want them to know they are important and they are loved. I want them to know that they are worth something. I want them to know those words or actions are simply not true. There have been times where I have turned the other cheek when I knew better. I wonder what I could have prevented? I will also approach the bullier. I will confront them on their actions and let them know that is not accepted. I will do everything in my power to make sure that not one more child has to grow up with a life sentence.
Tolerance…that is what it is all about.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Jetty Walking....
Summer....it has finally arrived. With it, comes our annual pilgrimage to our favorite place....the place where, as we are driving, I physically feel the stress and worries leave my body as we drive, mile by mile, closer. The place that we spend with friends who are quickly becoming more like family to us. The friends who we mesh so well with. We find amusement in the exact same things....the same foods, the same sights, the same people. And the laughing...nonstop....to me, is the most important thing.
Top ten highlights are as follows:
1. Playing games with everyone in the late hours. Even though hubs knows he's going to get slaughtered, he still willingly plays each and every night with us. There is noone else I'd rather have at the sea with me....than he. Yes, I do poetry on the side too....
2. Ken and I introducing everyone to the Kite Festival that we happened to stumble upon last year. It was priceless watching them watch the kites being flow to music, as we already knew how great the show was. It got even better, with each passing day, as the kite festival was the talk of the trip. Yep, I think we've started another annual tradition with them....and yes, in true Lorinda fashion, I am the only one that got sunburned. And who gets sunburned on the Oregon Coast anyway? How embarrassing....
3. Watching Connor, the young man with Epilepsy, who performed on America's Got Talent this season, do a kite routine. I was absolutely touched and honored to watch him perform. Epilepsy is very close to my heart as I have a family member who has struggled with seizures. Connor mentioned, while performing on TV, that flying kites was the one time he wouldn't suffer from seizures. I was so moved by his story and his ability to make the his kite dance.
43. Taking a drive to watch the sunset over the water and walking on the beach. Amy somehow convincing me that it was bad luck to not watch the sun go down completely...once we started watching....thus, the two steps sideways to the right and one step back beach dance came alive. Fun for us...entertaining for others.
5. Heading to the Jetty to watch the Coast Guard Boat hanging in the water. Once we got there, the Coast Guard Helicopter started flying back and forth. In true Wike fashion, we were lucky enough to watch the Coast Guard Chopper hover over the water and practice rescue manuevers in the dark for at least 40 minutes. It was so exciting to watch.....another great topic of conversation for hours. I got some cool pics too!
6. Having spent so much time in Bandon, we are becoming very familiar with some of the stores and employees. I was so excited to walk in and talk to one gal who obviously remembered me...only to have her refer to me as Louise. Seriously, Louise? Do I look like a Louise? It literally took my breath away....I wasn't sure what to do. So, in true Lorinda fashion, I smiled and talked and talked....so flustered by the whole "Louise" situation. I quietly left a few minutes later, feeling somewhat deflated. Again, seriously, Louise? My shopping days in that store may truly be over....well, at least until next summer.
7. Learning the whole "Light a Match" trick after you're done doing your thang in the bathroom. Never knew...but now I do and it's my favorite new trick. SO, when you've come to the Wikes and you see a box of matches sitting on top of the poopster, you know what to do with them and you'd better use them...I'm just saying it makes life a bit more pleasant for all others involved! Wahhooooeeeyyy!!
8. Yoo Hoo! For those of you who truly know me, you know this is my signature "Hello," mostly from the window of a moving car. I get waves, I get strange looks, but mostly I get this strange celebrity satisfaction....I luv it a lot!
9. Gobs of Seafood...fresh seafood...seafood, seafood, seafood. I'm no stranger to fresh seafood. It absolutely is one of my favorite foods. As most know, I have this massive fear of gristle and viens in most meats. I've never found either in seafood and love the fact that I can eat it without having to disect it first. Seafood, it's whats for dinner!!!
10. Bandon-By-the-Sea, Oregon....my favorite place to be. I think everyone should have to experience this little coastal town. We now know lots of local spots, most of which I'll share with you if you kindly ask. I know where the good shopping is. I know the best seafood eats. I know the best beaches. I know the best entertainment. But mostly, I know how to have a good time here....Hubs and friends are all that are needed. Oh, and a reliable vehicle to get you down to the beach or jetty.....for a good walk and sunset. That's what it's all about.
Yes, Bandon, Oregon...It should be a requirement for everyone before they die. The place is absolutely beautiful.
Top ten highlights are as follows:
1. Playing games with everyone in the late hours. Even though hubs knows he's going to get slaughtered, he still willingly plays each and every night with us. There is noone else I'd rather have at the sea with me....than he. Yes, I do poetry on the side too....
2. Ken and I introducing everyone to the Kite Festival that we happened to stumble upon last year. It was priceless watching them watch the kites being flow to music, as we already knew how great the show was. It got even better, with each passing day, as the kite festival was the talk of the trip. Yep, I think we've started another annual tradition with them....and yes, in true Lorinda fashion, I am the only one that got sunburned. And who gets sunburned on the Oregon Coast anyway? How embarrassing....
3. Watching Connor, the young man with Epilepsy, who performed on America's Got Talent this season, do a kite routine. I was absolutely touched and honored to watch him perform. Epilepsy is very close to my heart as I have a family member who has struggled with seizures. Connor mentioned, while performing on TV, that flying kites was the one time he wouldn't suffer from seizures. I was so moved by his story and his ability to make the his kite dance.
43. Taking a drive to watch the sunset over the water and walking on the beach. Amy somehow convincing me that it was bad luck to not watch the sun go down completely...once we started watching....thus, the two steps sideways to the right and one step back beach dance came alive. Fun for us...entertaining for others.
5. Heading to the Jetty to watch the Coast Guard Boat hanging in the water. Once we got there, the Coast Guard Helicopter started flying back and forth. In true Wike fashion, we were lucky enough to watch the Coast Guard Chopper hover over the water and practice rescue manuevers in the dark for at least 40 minutes. It was so exciting to watch.....another great topic of conversation for hours. I got some cool pics too!
6. Having spent so much time in Bandon, we are becoming very familiar with some of the stores and employees. I was so excited to walk in and talk to one gal who obviously remembered me...only to have her refer to me as Louise. Seriously, Louise? Do I look like a Louise? It literally took my breath away....I wasn't sure what to do. So, in true Lorinda fashion, I smiled and talked and talked....so flustered by the whole "Louise" situation. I quietly left a few minutes later, feeling somewhat deflated. Again, seriously, Louise? My shopping days in that store may truly be over....well, at least until next summer.
7. Learning the whole "Light a Match" trick after you're done doing your thang in the bathroom. Never knew...but now I do and it's my favorite new trick. SO, when you've come to the Wikes and you see a box of matches sitting on top of the poopster, you know what to do with them and you'd better use them...I'm just saying it makes life a bit more pleasant for all others involved! Wahhooooeeeyyy!!
8. Yoo Hoo! For those of you who truly know me, you know this is my signature "Hello," mostly from the window of a moving car. I get waves, I get strange looks, but mostly I get this strange celebrity satisfaction....I luv it a lot!
9. Gobs of Seafood...fresh seafood...seafood, seafood, seafood. I'm no stranger to fresh seafood. It absolutely is one of my favorite foods. As most know, I have this massive fear of gristle and viens in most meats. I've never found either in seafood and love the fact that I can eat it without having to disect it first. Seafood, it's whats for dinner!!!
10. Bandon-By-the-Sea, Oregon....my favorite place to be. I think everyone should have to experience this little coastal town. We now know lots of local spots, most of which I'll share with you if you kindly ask. I know where the good shopping is. I know the best seafood eats. I know the best beaches. I know the best entertainment. But mostly, I know how to have a good time here....Hubs and friends are all that are needed. Oh, and a reliable vehicle to get you down to the beach or jetty.....for a good walk and sunset. That's what it's all about.
Yes, Bandon, Oregon...It should be a requirement for everyone before they die. The place is absolutely beautiful.
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