Reality Bites

I’m back from the little vacation and now I am in my post-vacation depression.  It happens every time I return and it takes me weeks to recover.  It’s so bad that I’m thinking of never going on vacation again.  Ok, that’s not entirely true.  But it does seem to get worse with every vacation I take.  *sigh*  Does anyone else suffer from this?

We went to Amelia Island, Florida.  Those of you who read my old blog will think I’m crazy when I say that I LOVE it there.  It’s crazy because I hated Florida so much that I complained incessantly about it and vowed never to return to that “God-forsaken swampy shithole” once we left.  However, in my defense, Amelia is only a few miles over the Georgia state line, and it’s safe to say that a good portion of the population there (both visitors and residents) are from Georgia.  I can tell by the accents, the Georgia Bulldog red everywhere, and the friendliness.  Oh, and all those Georgia plates in the resort parking lot are a good clue, too. 

This was our second trip there this summer and The Husband and I are so enamored with it that we are already planning to buy a home there.  We want to do it sooner rather than later because the real estate market in Florida is so bad right now and homes are ridiculously cheap.  I mean, we wouldn’t be living right on the ocean or even the marsh, but mid-island homes can be had for a steal and there’s beach access every few blocks.  This plan of ours is ludicrous to us and everyone we know.  Why?  First, as mentioned previously, we vowed loudly never to return to that state again (except to visit Disney World).  Second, we don’t even own a first home – I mean, we live with my parents!  And last and most important, we don’t even have jobs.  Hah! 

Here’s the really insane part – we love it so much that we are actually looking for jobs in Jacksonville.  Wow.  Considering we just relocated to Atlanta because we hated Florida so much, I have to re-read what I just typed for it to sink in.  How stupid are we? 

Perhaps it’s the heat?

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, I did not move back to Georgia weather like this!  It’s hot.  It’s humid.  It’s Texas hot and Florida humid – a real bad combo.  I just keep telling myself that, unlike Texas, the heat will break and, unlike Florida, the humidity will subside. 

While driving around Athens today, we saw an interesting and, quite frankly, ludicrous bumper sticker.  Athens is a college town so crazy head-scratching bumper stickers are the norm.  But this one was so ludicrous, I thought perhaps we were hallucinating.  Sadly, we weren’t.  It said “Carter/Mondale.” Yeah, because 21.5% prime interest rates were just wanted the American people wanted.  Long lines for gas were fun social outings.  And because the Iran hostage crisis was a real treat for everyone.  What the fuck?  Of course, the lady was driving was uglier than a monkey’s butt Amy Carter.  I swear she had a moustache.  The really scary thing was that she had spawn in the backseat.  Heaven help us.   

This post brought to you by the word “pee”

According to my stats, I’ve gotten several hits today from people looking up “pee” and “peeing” and “peed”.

What the fuck, people, what the fuck? If you are someone who found yesterday’s post by one of the above key words, PLEASE PLEASE let me know why the hell you are looking up things involving pee.  I would love to know.  Really, I would.  Do you drink it?  Like to bathe in it?  Like to involve it in sex?  Or do you just like the color of it?  I am so curious.

I guess it could be worse.  At least pee is sterile.