Blister in the sun
Greetings from the Lobster Lady.
We went to the beach on Saturday and it was a blast. The day was perfect, the kids were perfect (just about), and we had a great time. I put tons of pictures of our day up at My Flickr page , so please do check them out. I just don�t have time to resize and upload pics to dland at the moment. Plus I�m lazy.
We had lunch at Brown�s, a fried seafood feast, first, and then hit Hampton Beach. The water must have been 50 degrees, or less even, and yet the kids went in, especially Mickey. Beavis would go in with his boogie board for a few, and then come back saying that �Little Beavis� was aching. I�m so glad I don�t have to deal with that! I didn�t bring a suit, just wore a halter top and shorts, but I did walk in the water a bit.
The place was packed. Lots of high schoolers, college students and families. Is it bad that I took pics of hot guys? Oh well. I got a kick out of the groups of guys and girls walking the beach with their plastic cups full of alcohol. Like no one would notice. At least back in my day, we had the sense to get a re-usuable plastic cup with a cover and a straw (�Super Squeezer� from BK, circa 1989) for our beer. I love people watching, and the beach is a prime spot for it.
Ya know, I�m all for obese people on the beach in bathing suits. I was one once. However, it never fails to amaze me the women who will wear a bikini. I mean, a little extra padding on a young girl, with no stretch marks or gravity-challenged skin, still looks fine, but really, after you�ve cranked out a few kids, and you�re more than, say, 50 lbs overweight, maybe it�s time to stick with a one-piece. I�m just saying.
And ya know what completely fails to impress me? Abercrombie & Fitch people. I don�t know, I guess I�m just not jealous of someone who�ll pay $150 or more for torn jeans, or $75 for a freakin� baseball jersey. Ridiculous. Status shit just does not impress me at all anymore. If you can wear an outfit from Wally World and look good, well, now that impresses me. Hummers don�t impress me, either, not the H2 anyway. The real Hummer is pretty cool, though. Escalades, too, fail too impress me. Now, the guy I see up here in town who drives a 1981 Ford Escort? I�m impressed. How the fuck he keeps that thing running is beyond me, since they were hard enough to keep running in 1981!
We saw these guys in a Nissan Maxima with spinner rims when we were walking along the Casino. They were cracking me and Beavis up. License plate: �JSMAXN�. Oooo, so cool. On the way home, they were in front of us on 101 West, chatting with these girls in a beat up Taurus. Then, what comes flying out their sunroof? The tube from a blunt wrap. Then, right after, part of the blunt paper. I was cracking up. How obvious can you be? And right after, we were behind another car full of guys, and the same thing happened. First, out comes the wrapper from the blunt wrap, and then part of the paper. These guys, we were able to catch up to, and I told Beavis, �One guy in the back will be looking down and working with his hands� and sure enough, I was right. Beavis said, �Well, Mom, it is the HIGH-way�.
I felt bad for Hub, though. Things have not been going so well with the employees. First, Ned showed up Friday still drunk from the night before. He pulled some classic Ned shit, as in pissing off other employees. He took off from one job site because he was �waiting too long� for the other guy to come back from dumping a load of clippings. That helped sufficiently fuck up things that day. Then Saturday, while I was lounging and relaxing on the beach, it took Butthead and one other employee 6 hours to mow like four lawns. Hub was so stressed when I talked to him at 6:30 pm on the chirp-chirp, I really felt bad. Ned is not going to be employed much longer by us if that shit keeps up.
The pain started to hit me on the ride home. By the time we got to Taco Bell in Manchester, I was bright red and in major pain. I was longing for Noxema and some Aloe Vera. The guy that took our order at Taco Bell commented. People stared at me. Okay, okay, I�ll admit it, I�m a moron! I put SPF 45 on my kids, and nothing on myself. I know, skin cancer, yada yada yada�I think this time I�ve learned my lesson. Especially yesterday when the blisters appeared. Or when total strangers at the grocery store commented on the pain I must be in, without even referencing my burn. Did you know that ibuprofen works for the pain of a sunburn, though? I�m going to buy some sunblock for myself this morning at Wally World, not a 45, but maybe a 15. I must say, however, that my back might be beet red, but my arms? Nice and brown. Yeah. That�s what I like. Last year, I had no tan until mid to late July.
Remember, I grew up in the 70�s, when suntan lotion was baby oil. I spent the summers with my parents and everyone else calling me �black�, as I got very brown then. Skin cancer? What�s that? You can get that from the sun? No shit?
Hub got home shortly after we did Saturday night. I�d had enough time to empty the car and bathe the kids by the time he got home. He�d stopped at his buddy�s to pick up some pot, as he�s having a tough time without it at night, can�t sleep. We stayed up and talked and had sex and stuff until like 1:00 am. I let him sleep Sunday until 8:00, even thought I knew he wanted to be up and out around 6:30...I thought he needed some rest more than going to work so early.
Anyway, I spent yesterday cleaning the house and getting the grocery shopping and other mundane shit done. It was damn hot yesterday, too. I took the kids to Payless for sandals. Beavis had to get a size 12. Size 12. In men�s. He�s not even 14 yet, and his feet are huge. My dad�s feet are one size bigger, and he�s 6�2�. I have visions of going to special shoe stores that carry humungous shoe sizes for the boy.
Mickey got Spiderman sandals, Minnie got a cute pair, and I got flip-flops and a nice pair of ACTUAL leather flip-floppy sandals. Five pairs of shoes, less than $50.00. I love the BOGO sale. I might go back alone, since they had some other sandals I wanted but didn�t get right then. I love Payless for sandals, since I wear the shit out of them all summer and chuck them when they�re dead. Brand new sandals, and lots of them, are a must for me every summer.
Can I be more boring? Oh well. I�ve got to get moving, I�ve got two more wonderful OPK free hours and I�m going to take advantage of them.
Sayonara!
Listening to: Bush. "Machine Head"? Currently reading: "No Second Chance" Harlan Coben. This book is awesome, I found me a new favorite author! Thinking about: Must go pee-pee! Not on Hub, though.