Honey, I’m HOME!

I missed home.  I missed Wally and Molly, and my bed with the comfy pillows.  I missed the cloudy, dreary weather.   I missed everything about this state, this town and my boring, daily life but it was good to be away for a while.

Where do I start?  The drive to Savannah was long.  Driving through Atlanta is a nightmare and that city can kiss my ass.  My nephew handled the long trek surprisingly well.  He’s excellent up till the four hour mark but he needs a break after that.  Knowing this, I think I was stopping so we could stretch our legs every two to three hours.   We were all tired and on the brink of insanity toward the last stretch, but I swear to god, once you see the sign that says “Savannah” the city pretty much slaps you in the face with beauty.  We were driving for hours and then BAM!  All of a sudden it went from ordinary to the most beautiful place I have ever seen.  There is something about palm trees coupled with oak trees and spanish moss that kind of takes the breath away.  I’m sure the people in the south who see this every day would think I’m crazy, but it was gorgeous.

I think I pretty much shot myself in the foot where Savannah was concerned before I even arrived.  I was so excited and wanted to do so much that I had really high expectations.  What I didn’t count on was the drive being that tiring, and us all being grumpy at the end.  I wanted to walk around and take the city in, but after walking a block in the hot Georgia sun after driving for 10 hours, I quickly saw that the plan was going to be much different.  We were losing light and patience so we all got in the car, AGAIN, just to drive around the city so we could see more.  Unfortunately, Savannah driving is kind of confusing if you haven’t been there, so we got lost and since it seemed like no one else was satisfied with aimless driving, my sister picked a destination.  Tybee Island.

It sucked.  My thinking was – we’re going to be in Florida after this for a few days doing nothing but beachy things, so why are we wasting precious Savannah time looking for the damn beach?  I wasn’t a happy camper but I sucked it up because it wasn’t all about me and I did what the group wanted.    After that we had time for a quick dinner and then we gave up for the night and returned to the hotel which was nice and comfy.  I crashed.

The next morning we slept in and then went out to Bonaventure Cemetery.  Unfortunately, the only pictures I managed to take of Savannah were here because I spent the rest of the time being grouchy and driving.  It was hot and muggy so we didn’t stay long, but even the cemetery was gorgeous.  I swear, it’s those damn trees.  They make everything look magical and painted in a ghostly but charming way.

That’s it for Savannah.  When we left the cemetery we said goodbye to the city and drove six hours to our destination in Florida.  I won’t talk about the drive there, but basically there was a lot of family and beach time when we arrived.  I was enjoying myself in the ocean for a while and I don’t have one single decent picture of the ocean without a family member in it because of the vacation mode I was in and my fear of getting water/sand in crevices, but I do have zoo pictures.  Let’s go there.

West Palm Beach zoo was fun!

This “lizardy thing”, as I like to call it, is everywhere in Florida.  This one was at the zoo, but while I was visiting my Dad I saw about 7 or 8 of them in his backyard, mostly sunning on the fence.

My favorite animal at the zoo was the West African Crowned Crane.  Weirdly beautiful creature and uhm, quite taken with me if I might say so.  If I walked two feet, it walked two feet.  And it stared.  Honestly, I don’t know if it wanted to eat me or date me.  I did leave my number, though.  We’ll see.

More about the trip and the drive home later, but I’m tired.  I’m going to relax now.


July 17, 2009 at 6:44 pm 2 comments

Wind beneath my wings

Do you realize that I am 29 years old, and this upcoming trip is my first adult vacation where I actually GO somewhere?  It’s wildly exciting and I am excited.  I was six years old the  last time I went somewhere on vacation, also to Florida, but there’s nothing enjoyable about being six, sunburned, and in a hotel for two days because there’s a blister that stretched from one shoulder to the other on my back.   This was in the 80’s, back before the time of sunscreen, apparently.  This time the Florida sun will be kind to me.  SPF 50 guarantees it.

As for the hotel I mentioned a few posts back, that isn’t happening anymore.  The Guy insisted that I stay somewhere else and he booked two rooms at the Inn at Ellis Square for my sister and I, and it most certainly is an upgrade.   Besides the obvious lack of health concerns, the best part of this hotel is the location.  It’s right by everything I want to see, but now I wish I had more time in Savannah.    He also bought me a Savannah guidebook as a gift, and the more I read it the longer I want to stay.  I’m in love with a city I’ve never been to.  Don’t disappoint me, Savannah.  This heart of mine is fragile.

It also seems as though I’m a little anal in the planning department.  I’m one of those people now, but what can I say?  There’s a lot of satisfaction in making a list and crossing things off.  Mostly the lists are things I need to do before the trip, what to buy, what to pack, directions and backup routes, emergency numbers, reservation and confirmation numbers, etc.  Don’t get me wrong – there isn’t an itinerary of any kind.  Once we reach our destinations we’ll play it fast & loose, I think.   The Savannah Plan is to walk around and walk around some more, and maybe drive out to Bonaventure Cemetery.  That kind of thing.  Florida’s plan is beach, family time, snorkeling, zoo and some kind of safari adventure that my Dad insists we do.

There will be lots of picture taking too, I assure you.  Buying another memory card is on the list.  I’ll cross it off tomorrow.

By the way, I know the lists are kind of unnecessary but I do it because it keeps me focused on being happy and excited.  The sister and nephew don’t seem excited at all and have barely mentioned it.   In fact, the only time my sister seemed excited was last night after some drinks, but she was drunk and excited about everything so it doesn’t really count.   I put on my best Aren’t You Excited?! face to my nephew and all he says is “yeah” before walking away.  That’s it, people?  That’s all the excitement you got?  Well, you’re not bringing me down.  I’ll make lists and be excited with my notepad & pen, all by myself.

July 8, 2009 at 12:28 pm 3 comments

The weather forecast for my stay in Sunny Florida

July 6, 2009 at 10:33 am 15 comments

I’ll probably come back with Syphillus

My Dad is a penny pincher.  He has also insisted on paying for the hotel in Savannah, Georgia, and knowing my dad, I knew this hotel wouldn’t be anything grand.  Still, I don’t need fancy hotels – just a clean bed to sleep in for a night.  When he offered and gave me information about the place I thought, hey, what a nice thing to do!   I came across the reviews for this particular hotel while searching for the address, and out of 13 reviews, 11 people deemed it “terrible”, and multiple people have commented that the health department should get involved.  Here are the jewels:

“This place should be condemned.”

“Yuck!  Dirty!  Stay away!”

“Worst hotel I ever stayed at!!!! I am contacting the Georgia Board of Health!”

“…worst experience we’ve had in traveling in the past 20 years.”

“Dirtiest hotel I’ve ever seen.  Scary!”

“I had to line the bathroom floors with towels so my children could walk.”

Thanks, Dad!  I hope this room comes with complimentary penicillin.

July 2, 2009 at 10:08 pm 2 comments

Road trip

I’m taking a little vacation down to Florida in 11 days.  My sister and oldest nephew are coming with me and we’re driving the whole way there.  Well, I am.  The nephew is still a kid and the sister is an inexperienced driver, so I’ll be manning the wheel for 17 hours.  The plan is to leave on the 12th at about 3am, and drive for 10 hours down to Savannah, Georgia and stay the night in a hotel after walking around indulging in a little southern hospitality.  The following day, driving another 7 hours down to Florida to see my Dad.   I’m very excited about this trip.

The obvious problem:  how do you keep an autistic kid entertained in a car for 10 hours on one day, and 7 hours the next?  I suspect someone will have Grumpypants Syndrome.   That, or he’ll be super hyper from all the exictement of new places and the promise of seeing his Grandpa, and Hyperpants is about as bad as Grumpypants.  Part of the appeal of leaving at 3am is knowing he’ll sleep in the car part of the way on the first day, and the other part of the appeal means we’ll get to Savannah early enough to do a little sightseeing.   After being in a car for 10 hours, I’m betting we’ll all be very happy to put on our walking shoes.

The other problem:  what are good places to see in Savannah?  Budget is tight, so we’re going with the free touristy stuff like walking around and taking in the beauty of the town, but where is the most beautiful?   We’re only there for one day and I want to make the most of it.  I was thinking of Forsyth Park and just walking around to see the old houses and mansions, but which streets should I focus on and which streets should I steer clear of?   I don’t want to waste time, you know?

The Florida portion of the trip is pretty easy – we’re seeing my Dad and hitting the beach.   Let’s hope this is different from the last time I was in Florida when I spent three days in a hotel, unable to move from all the blisters on my sunburned skin.

July 1, 2009 at 8:29 am 5 comments

Where I worry about my cat, like the crazy cat lady that I am

Remember when Smokey’s eye was infected?  It’s still a little watery and not quite right thanks to the roommates being idiots and not giving their cat the medicine she needs.  Grrr.  Don’t get me started on this.

Because I live with an idiot, my cat is now sick with an infected eye as well.  My Molly!  It worries me and absolutely breaks my heart to see her in discomfort.   I’m very  attached to her, so she’s the cat I worry most about.  I know it’s a terrible thing to have favorites, but I feel like the other cats can adapt to situations better than Molly can.  With her, she doesn’t like anyone else.  The major complaint other people have about her is that she’s “mean” and “unaffectionate”, but she’s exactly the opposite.  She’s extremely shy and even though she’ll tolerate other people, she prefers to spend 90% of her day in my bedroom or following me around the apartment.   I have to shoo her out of the bathroom when I take a shower or else she’d happily sit beside the tub and wait for me if I let her.  My lap is the only lap she has ever curled up on.   Seeing her in pain just kills me.  I can’t stand it.

She has a vet appointment on Wednesday, but in the meantime she’s hiding out in my bedroom and I’m worrying, but maybe I can sleep now that I vented a little bit.

July 1, 2009 at 1:43 am 5 comments

Strange ducklings

If Smokey the One Eyed Kitten wants to nurse from the teat of Wallace, my male dog, then who am I to judge?

You’re a good little momma, Wally.

June 27, 2009 at 12:23 pm 7 comments

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