The Adventures of Slinks and Imonk

Our two blue buddies had an amazing time in Tybee Island, Georgia this past week.  With bags packed and hopes high they set out to have grand adventures.

The social scene was a bit slow for them, but they did make one new friend.  He hung out on the balcony and kept a weather eye out, but for some reason, none of the other bird kind wanted to visit when he was around.  Though several did fly by and eye Slinks closely.





The next day Slinks and Imonk frolicked on the beach.  That crazy twosome decided to bury Slinks in the sand.  It took forever to get the sand out of his tail, but finally they did and moved onto other ventures.  They weren’t much for the water.  Slinks kept bouncing back afraid of even the ankle deep water.  He kept saying “Whose ankles? Not my ankles.”  Imonk just couldn’t coax him out into the waves.




Imonk isn’t edible, so he doesn’t have the same perspective as Slinks.


They did finally join forces in a sandcastle contest and took third prize for Most Likely to Collapse in the Tide award.













They didn’t do as well in the Pirate Costume contest as a sea tern flew precariously close and tried to peck the candies out of Slinks’ coils, causing him to bounce away screaming frantically, just as the judge walked by.  It sort of ruined their whole  “Arrrgh, we be scurvy dogs!” persona.

All in all the two best buddies had a wonderful island adventure and came home with only minor injuries in the form of sand flea bites.


Full to Overflowing

Recently I posted an article about my muse, Gladys in Blue Monkey Writing@  Check it out.  I talked about how we need to feed our muse to keep her inspired to inspire us.

Anyway, I am at Tybee Island, GA. with family and we are having a wonderful relaxing trip.  I am steeping in nature and warm sun, soaking up rays, fighting waves and chewing sand.  It is glorious!  Gladys is a happy, happy little muse fairy.

Our first night here we were welcomed by a spectacular sunset.  The sky was full of beautiful clouds and the sunlight colored them in varied shades.I couldn’t stop gawking at the sight.  Bailey and I tried to wade through the water to get to a little island the tide had exposed, but we were in regular clothes and the channel between us was too deep.  A flash of lightning sent us scrambling back toward strand.  We settled down under a picnic table at Fannies on the Beach just before the rain greeted us.  We scooted back against the window under an overhang and munched on coconut shrimp while the tropical squall danced along the side walks.

It was a great first day on the Island.  I will never forget the sun kissed clouds and the pink beach sands.

Sunset Stroll

The second day we climbed 178 steps to the top of a lighthouse that was originally built in the 1700’s.  The climb was strenuous, but the view from the top was amazing.  I loved the story about the 14 foot snake that was found in the top of the lighthouse.  The whole keeper camp was sent into a frenzy as farm implements, rakes, hoes, boiling pots of water, and a shot gun were brought to bare on the reptilian intruder.  When they found him all 14 feet (minus 10) they defended the Island with all manner of warfare until he was no longer a threat.  I just couldn’t figure out if the minus 10 was because the first guy to see him exaggerated or if the minus 10 was after the  rake, hoe, shotgun, and boiling water had taken their toll.

Today was our third vacation day.  It started for me at Goodyear, getting a flat fixed and then turned into a full 2 tire purchase.  Better safe than sorry, right.  After I got back to the condo, even though my bed was calling my name…I didn’t sleep much the night before…the call of the beach was stronger.   Soon the clouds dissipated and the sun swam through a blue sky to shine on us as we frolicked with the waves and became magnets for the sand.  The sun was warm and the water tepid, but the wind had a bit of a bite to it so we abandoned the sand and surf after a couple of hours and went for a walk down the strand.

It is Pirate Week in Tybee, so we sauntered through the market, talked with store vendors, riffled through the chachkies, and struck up a conversation with a pirate.  He was disinclined to acquiesce to our requests, so we moved on after a few attempts at Parley.

We ended the night at the Dolphin Bay Bar and Grille.  Then came back to the condo for internet time, sleepy tea, and a few episodes of Pretty Little Liars and Storage Wars.  Stay tuned for the next blog about the last leg of our Tybee Island Journey.


Tornado Watch for Bradley County?

NOPE, just me throwing a Class V Hissy Fit!


Super Cell deluxe after my son crunched the van into a barbed wire covered pole.  Scraped the side for about 3 feet!  Yep, took the turn out of the drive way ridiculously short and now we have modern art sculptured across the side of the van.  The just paid for liability-only-I-don’t-want-another-car-payment-van.

I popped! No excuses.  It was the proverbial last straw that broke the poor camel’s back.  (I’ve never felt more empathy for that camel, than I do today.) Hissy fit ensued.  Son was placed in metaphorical chains and hyperbolically forced to do hard labor.

Later I found him in the basement, barricaded behind a protective screen, shooting bad guys on his video games.  YIKES!

We eventually hugged and made up, but that scar down the side of my van is sure to bottom out the barometric pressure again before we can declare clear skies.

What incident caused you to spin about violently recently?  Oh, BTW, Anger Management Classes will start up soon.  I’ll be teaching on the Tornado Effect. *facepalm.