Saturday, April 15, 2017

Tar Heel State

This last week I was lucky enough to have 7 days off in a row.  Since airfare to Idaho is ridiculously expensive right now and the family will be moving to Rhode Island in about a month, I decided to save the cash for moving and take a less expensive road trip to see my friend Maren in North Carolina.  One of the best things about the trip was a rest stop bathroom in Pennsylvania:



I know.  There are no words.  It was fantastic.  Although I contemplated that the above video could potentially be the highlight of my trip, I decided to give NC a chance to impress me and finished my drive to Maren and Kevin:


They have been dating for about a year and pretty quickly after I landed, Maren announced they were engaged.  I have hung around these two before and wasn't surprised when Maren announced their upcoming nuptials.  I was quite happy about the announcement given how much time they spend kissing and spanking each other.  Truth be told, they are romantically disgusting pretty much constantly.  Since celibacy is pretty awful, it will be good for them to finally put their sexual energy to good use, wear themselves out, and become normal and productive members of society again.  Here's the happy couple in one of their many smooch fests:



Besides watching the North Carolina lovebirds, I also tried North Carolina boiled peanuts:


They are everywhere down there.  At the gas stations as depicted in the above pic, at sporting events, at all the farmer's markets...  It's like pizza strips in Rhode Island but instead of a delicious pizza strip, you get boiled peanuts.  I first ate them about a year ago when my sister cooked some up.  I thought they were grody then but figured it was my sister's failing.  I was wrong.  It's a failing of the peanut.  Sorry southerners, peanuts just weren't meant to be eaten this way.  Boiling them makes them hot, soggy, and ensures they will taste like the shell you cooked them in.  I don't know if you have heard of roasted and salted peanuts or honey roasted peanuts,  but they are much better than the horrible idea y'all had to boil them.  Heck, if you want a soft peanut, try my favorite preparation:  peanut butter!  Leave this peanut nonsense to the experts and use boiling water for something tasty... like mashed potatoes...

North Carolina had something else that was everywhere...






Yep, waterfalls.  And did you like that I tapped that lady in purple on the head?  She didn't seem to care but I had a great time bugging her.  I saw about 7 really great falls and could have seen about 20 more in the small area I was in if I wanted to hike any more than I already had.  Which I didn't...  which is why I only saw 7...  I also got to see a really cool cavern that was wet as could be.  So wet in fact, I didn't dare take out my camera for fear of water damage from all the moisture dripping off the cave ceiling. 

I also roasted weenies and s'mores around Maren and Kevin's firepit, but forgot to take pictures.  It's probably because I've sat around a million fires in my day and forgot how unusual that probably is for most people.  We made Caramelo S'mores out of some candy bars I had in the back of my car and man were they delicious!

I also went to a Baptist church the Sunday I was there.  Maren said sometimes they had a banjo player that sang hymns.  He didn't end up showing which I thought was false advertising on Maren's part, but the rest of the meeting was quite interesting.  I wanted to take pictures since I enjoyed myself immensely, but felt like I should probably be respectful on the Sabbath Day.  The preacher yelled a lot, flung spittle at least a mile, and played the piano to accompany all the prayers that were said.  There was also some random dude in the congregation that played the tambourine along with the 10 million hymns that were sung.  It was pure perfection.  I don't have any desire to convert, but I quite like Baptists and would invite them anywhere, especially if I could count on a banjo or tambourine coming with them!

I had a few other adventures but have no more pictures to prove myself with.  However, I can say that I like you North Carolina.  You're no Ocean State, but I've visited twice and would definitely come back...  Even if I do have to wade through stupid boiled peanuts to talk to you... 






Saturday, April 1, 2017

April Fools

One year ago today, I kissed and hugged my sexy lover in the early morning darkness on my driveway in Idaho and set off alone for greener pastures in Rhode Island.  The day before, I took this selfie as I left my old job for the last time:


I had no idea as I walked out that door for the last time what an incredibly difficult and yet truly wonderful year lay before me.  I couldn't have dreamed just how many interesting people, things, and foods I would experience this year.  I also certainly didn't understand just how strong and resilient I really am, nor just how strong my children could be for that matter.  It took stepping out into the wide world and taking one day at a time to realize just how brave and awesome my kids, Jared, and I really can be when the chips are down.  Although there were many days that I wanted to give up and run home, endless kind words from friends and family helped me through my darkest moments and before I knew it, 365 days had passed.  I'm now on the other end and not only am I still alive, I'm thriving, and can admit that I love Rhode Island and am glad that I moved.  Besides my own efforts to mark this big day, I've had a few people independently comment on my anniversary as well.  Jared remembers kissing me and then watching my frost covered back car window recede into the darkness as he stood on the driveway to see me off.  I guess I could ask him how it made him feel to see me go, but he has only two emotions:

1.  Awake
2.  Asleep

Therefore, his ruminations are usually pretty worthless if you want some sort of meaningful discussion about anything relating to the deep musings of your soul.

My friend Alyssa also was thinking of my accomplishment.  She sent me this snap of her Facebook memories: 


I'd also like to include part of the goodbye card she gave me a year ago:


Yep.  Amazing isn't it?  And she's actually one of the classier people I know.

So what did I do besides wax poetic to commemorate my exodus to the East?  Well, I had a bunch of mundane responsibilities to attend to, but I did manage to explore three antique shops while drinking over 100 ounces of Diet Dr. Pepper.  It was glorious.  I even accidentally stumbled into this Christian thrift store that was blasting Christian rock over the loud speakers.


It made my day but Yelp was wrong.  It most certainly was NOT an antique or vintage store.  Oh well, if I've learned anything this year it's that you can't win them all!

For those of you that are surprised by my activities today, I know full well that April Fools Day is a holiday on which I should be thinking of ways to torture and humiliate others.  However, I torture and humiliate people almost every other day of my life, so instead, this day will probably forever be one of contemplation and reflection for me.  I can't help it.  What a year it's been!