At the end of this post, you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them.
I’m using: summer, beaches, packing for my trip, sunny
They were submitted by: http://theglobaldig.blogspot.com/ Thank you Trin!
Well, I should probably tell you I’m ready to start packing for my trip next month, but since I’m not going to any beaches it probably wouldn’t relate. So I thought since this is my first time meeting Trin I would tell her a little bit about me by retelling a story that I wrote for TDAC & Huffington Post about the time I took my young niece to the beach on a sunny, summer day!
I love going to the beach, unfortunately, the last time I went it didn’t quite turn out like I planned.
It started out as a beautiful sunny day, but who knew it would all go so horribly wrong. We were only going to stop by for a few moments before heading to my son’s house. My husband dressed in a black t-shirt, black shorts, and high tops didn’t want to go into the water so he decided to stay back on the beach, looking like some kind of beach burglar at best, while my niece and I went to play in the sand and surf.
It was a glorious day the breeze was blowing, it was the perfect temperature. Heck, even the lifeguards were ready to play. They were flying pirate flags on every on of their towering chairs! The waves were high and mighty as they constantly rushed up to meet the sand. I warned her before going in that she should hold onto my hand because the waves might be too much for her.
Since we were only going up to our knees I assumed we would be okay…how was I to know! We weren’t the only ones enjoying the sun and surf. It was hot so there were plenty of others taking advantage of the amazing day.
We ran into the water ready for an afternoon of fun in the sun. The water slapped up against us, salty and warm. It was heaven, we ran around and played in the waves that were repeatedly beating against the beach. We were holding hands and looking back at my husband laughing when the lights suddenly went out. The wave hit us from behind and it was like being hit by a bus.
My niece’s hand slipped from mine, gone in just a second. While I went face down into the water. Sand and salt shooting into my mouth and nose as if I were sucking on the end of a leaf blower. I immediately jumped up looking for my niece and breathed a huge sigh of relief that she was safely standing up on the sand staring at me with her mouth hanging open. NOTE TO SELF: Never take a huge sigh of relief while you are face down in the ocean, just sayin‘.
The constant beating of the waves pinning me down like a UFC fighter in the ring. Ding, Ding I was down and out. Somehow though, I managed to raise my head out of the water coughing and sputtering the nasty salt water that no longer seemed beautiful as it was ground into the corneas of my eyes. I look to the beach because I already know my husband is panicking. He is standing up with a look of shock on his face. He ran down the beach like David Hasselhoff from Bay Watch.
I was already embarrassed and he sometimes has a way of making it 100x’s worse. When it comes to me he panics so I immediately started waving him off, a sure sign that I was A-okay…but was I? HELL NO!
The waves are pounding one right after another and I can barely get my breath. He is screaming something to me, but I can’t hear over the freight train that was rolling over my body at warp speed. I had managed to at least sit up and to even get some of the sand out of my eyes, nose, and mouth.
This when it really hits me, the bottom of my bathing suit is around my ankles and going fast. I managed to close my feet and grab it just in the nick of time. I can still hear my husband screaming in the background but right now I have more important things to worry about. I am struggling, playing tug of war with the surf. The water came in and I would get them up to my knees, the water would roll back out and suck them down again.
I played this back and forth game for several minutes beginning to really panic. I was not coming out of this water without my bottoms and I STILL hear my husband screaming at me and now it’s just beginning to piss me off. Can’t he see that I am in the fight of my life right now? So I wave him off again, screaming back “I’m fine” even though I’m really, really not.
Finally, with a burst of strength, I get a death grip on the bottom of my bathing suit and I managed to get it up over my knees. This is where suddenly for a split second it gets totally silent and my husband’s words FINALLY reach my sand filled ears. YOUR BREASTS ARE HANGING OUT!
Yes, not only have my bottoms forsaken me but I look down to see two bright white life preservers floating in the water around my waist. When I look back at him I see all the people now looking at me because of his shouting. Like some newspaper hawker “Get your breasts here, breasts hang out on the beach here now”! I here a small child point and yell “look mommy lunch”!
I let go of the bottoms to put those 40-year-old, mother of 2, stretch marked, pasty white watermelons back in this stupid suit that has failed to live up to its $75 potential. Of course, my bottoms are now back around my ankles being held on by one rheumatic toe that is shooting pains up my legs like lightning.
By the time I get the top stowed away, my bottoms are being held by a mere toenail. I take a big breath and prepare for one last burst of strength. I think for a second why not just give up and float out to sea and maybe wash up a couple of miles down the beach where I won’t have to take that walk of shame.
With a loud groan, I finally get a death grip on the elusive bathing suit and get them up to my knees once again, only this time I don’t stop and I manage to finally get everything covered back up and stand to get this horrifying experience over with. Sand falling out of my butt crack like the claws of a bulldozer.
I walk back to the beach with my head down grab my towel and keep going without a word. I head to the bathroom to get the sand out of my ass, eyes, teeth and any other place it may be hiding, which in reality is much harder than it would seem. So if you are watching AFV one day and see a woman at the beach who looks like a beached whale being choked out by an eel…please just change the channel to protect your family from damaging their own retinas! Just think of it as my own
Oh, and welcome to the group Trin!
Links to the other “Use Your Words” posts:
Baking In A Tornado http://www.bakinginatornado.com
Spatulas on Parade http://spatulasonparade.blogspot.com/
On the Border http://dlt-lifeontheranch.blogspot.com/
The Bergham Chronicles http://berghamchronicles.blogspot.com
Simply Shannon http://shannonbutler.org
Southern Belle Charm http://www.southernbellecharm.com
Part-time Working Hockey Mom http://thethreegerbers.blogspot.ch
The Global Dig http://theglobaldig.blogspot.com