The smell of money....

My post today is just a follow up to a few of the unanswered questions people may have from Life in Mathews today.

1. Oyster tongs.. clam rakes.. so you get a point there CBW.
2. HOWEVER, if your gill nets fit in a bucket... well that is a premature infant gill net.. when you have put them in a 50 gallon barrel then come back and talk to me :)

Gill nets how do you explain gill nets.. they are long nets that the men (or in the case of CBW and I, small children) run out of a boat with buoys and anchors and weights attached to them (unless of course yours are in a bucket then I doubt you have buoys and anchors) you allow them to sit for a bit (over night if it is not too hot and the crabs aren't eating your fish right out of the net) then you haul them back into the boat untangling very smelly fish as you go.

By smelly I mean almost make you puke smelly but as my grandfather said.. that is the smell of money.


The reason for the NAME gill net is that what is supposed to happen is the fish attempts to swim through the net and kinda like a fat kid trying to get a piece of cake through a doggie door gets stuck half way.. when the little fish tries to back out he gets all tangled up in the net with his gills.

As must of you know, the waterman well he works on the water and right this minute he is out there in the bay fishing a gill net. When he gets back to the dock today he will smell so incredibly bad that even after he takes a shower he STILL STINKS.

If you have any more questions about how bad of a stink that really is or just about how a gill net works come see me and I will send you out there and you can stink too just ask!

Pre Approval Needed

Yea yea I don't blog enough whatever.. haven't felt like it so sue me, however, I could NOT get through another day without putting my approved and UNapproved obituary terms out here in cyberspace so when I "croak" (oddly that was not on the list) there will be something to reference back to when one writes my obituary. I would really like to approve the thing after the first draft but since I will be dead and my Sisper is afraid of Ouija boards I think I am out of luck.

So without further ado.. the list and the reason why the verbiage is accepted or tossed out.

asleep,- I am not terribly fond of this it could scare small children.. they may wonder why they are putting me in the ground if I am merely asleep
bereft of life,- this one I could go for.
bloodless,- use this only if I am attacked by a vampire
bought the farm,- don't bother with this one either because well lets face it.. I am never buying a farm I hate horses
breathless,- maybe if I die from lung cancer.. teach others not to pick up the nasty little habit I have
buried,- only if I have been buried pre obituary
cadaverous,- please don't use this for me.. we could however use this for my mother as she has dictated she wants her body donated to science.. IN WRITING
checked out,- NOW THIS ONE IS A KEEPER
cold,- no.. I am never cold.. down right mean and hateful but not cold.
cut off,- Dear lord in heaven.. please don't ever ever ever let me be cut off.
deceased,- I could go for this one.
defunct,- NO WAY.. THAT IS LIKE CRISP.. just a nasty word
departed,- hmm no thanks.. I don't want to depart that doesn't sound like fun.. that sounds like I legally left or left mad
done for,- Maybe so... not bad.
erased,- i REFUSE to be erased.. those that I predecease better ensure that I do NOT become erased.
expired,- I am NOT a dairy product
extinct,- Nor am I a dinosaur
gone,- I don't think I would just be gone.. that is too.. oh i don't know.. final.
gone to meet maker,- my maker.. my maker.. nah I am not feeling it.
gone to reward,- only if someone can ensure me there is booze in heaven
inanimate,- I do NOT believe that I will ever be inanimate even if I am deceased
inert,- I don't know what this one even means
late,- LORD HELP ME IF I AM LATE I will be dead cause I will die of heartfailure at the prospect of having another living being I am responsible for.. where is that booze again
lifeless,- ya.. I could do that.
liquidated,- Only if I die in a vat of acid
mortified,- no.. nothing mortifies me
no more,- I just don't like this one.
not existing,- not this one either
offed,- use this one only if I meet an untimely demise
out of one's misery,- please only use this if old husband did not predeceased me
passed away,- I have NEVER PASSED a thing in my life.. why start now.
perished,- that one always made me giggle maybe use that.
pushing up daisies,- umm HELLO i do not like flowers so NO
reposing, again.. not sure about this one.. I think not.
resting in peace,- again with the sleep thing .. it will scare little children.
spiritless,- nope I will still have a spirit I will come back and show you.. promise.
stiff, - dude seriously this is another on of those only if young handsome husband is around.. cause I haven't had anything stiff in awhile now
unanimated, I was animated the day I was born no vampire is going to suck that out of me
wasted- this may be utilized if I die intoxicated which in all likelihood will happen so lets settle this right now..

Ann Marie Burroughs Haywood deceased and she was wasted.

I am just stopping by

to let all of you know that I HATE school. Seriously.

While I know it is essential for my children's future does it HAVE to be so damn difficult on ME. I have already been through school (while it took my poor sister everything in her to drag me through it I did do it) and I do NOT recall my mother at 16 having to ask me if I had my shoes for gym, only to turn around to ask me if I had my shoes for cheer and have BOTH answers be NO.

I may be stupid or just a bit insane but by NOW I thought that I would not have to keep up with each and every little article of clothing, homework, or assignment for these teenagers. Apparently I was dead wrong. Not to mention I didn't think I would have to say.. "go take off all that crap off your eyes you look like Flo from Mel's Diner" (of course the reply to that was a blue eyeshadowed covered blank stare).

So as of yesterday the lazy summer life as I knew it has ended and my morning time has been invaded with things like spilled juice that someone watches just run on to the floor (seriously didn't even TRY to use the towel that was sitting on the table to stop it... watched it run by the towel onto the floor), someone screaming "SHUT UP" at the top of their lungs to which my reply was "NO YOU!!".. yes I know soooo mature, then having to get up 3 TIMES during the night to tell the youngest one to "PLEASE go to bed" the last time was 2 am.. I then gave up. I have not yet figured out how exactly I am going to make it through the next 178 mornings of this, I will be COMPLETE INSANE by the end of the first month.

In reality I need advice, I have never claimed to be mother of the year material but this seems to be just a bit insane, how do you get your kids to take responsibility for themselves and their work? How do you get them to set the clock for the time to get up and NOT the time the bus comes (seriously punk girl has her clock set for 10 minutes before the bus gets here but wont set it for the time she has to get up, this is so that if she goes back to sleep after getting ready she won't miss the bus)? How do you get them to ensure they have their "things" they need for sports or school ready the night before not 2 minutes before the bus comes when Mom asks.. do you have ______ and the answer is no. How do you get them to give a rats ass that their breath smells like a rats ass because they haven't brushed their teeth until Mom says.. BRUSH YOUR NASTY ASS TEETH.

I have to stop whining now because it is 2 minutes before the bus gets here and BOTH OF THEM ARE ASLEEP!!!!!

I am at the end of my rope... I didn't sign up for this.

Tis' Thursday...

and I got nothing.

Well I got the fact that I totally forgot someone's birthday today and I am trying to cover for that blunder (I think it was a case of physiological revenge... or maybe it was just me being physco.. either way)

I got the fact that I made coffee this morning and returned to my computer while it was brewing to read HER blog. Only to go running shuffling to the pot with my eyes half closed to discover I had made a pot of hot water. I am serious about the fact I need to pre-game coffee making.

I got the fact that tomorrow I am going to meet my Ya Ya with both of our college boys for DINNER even though both of our boys thought I said BREAKFAST... must check with Ya Ya to make sure she knew dinner.. Who goes to the Crack Bar for Breakfast.. (apparently lots of people btw)

I got the fact that I have fallen in love and not with a person... with an area.. and that area ain't here, but I will give you a clue because these lovilies live there and I can't wait to go back and see them again.





So I suppose the point is if I disappear and you just don't have a clue where to look.. go talk to the Wild Horses they may have a clue.

I am...

back here and not there which makes my head spin and hurt really badly.


I want to give a big old birthday shout out to my favorite sister person in the world! Miss Phyllis Marsh who turned 29 yesterday! It seems weird to me that we will be celebrating our 30th birthday's next year around this time. I was talking to a wonderful woman yesterday, the owner of The Mystic Jewel, (by the way the store turned 19 on my sister person's 29th.. how cool is that!!) and she made the comment to me that she remembered when her mother was at ____ age and how she felt like she was a mom and old. I remember that feeling, I still have that feeling. I have a theory.. anything older than 20 years old that you are at any given time in life is OLD.. when you get there it isn't so much anymore.

hehehehehe

I am rambling.. badly.. I will stop now and say happy birthday Sister Person, I hope I get back there to you before I miss you too terribly bad.. cause I already miss you!!!!

LHK
Re

MURDER at Whalehead...

View of the Whalehead Club from Currituck Lighthouse

While I have been on my vacation that is not a VACATION but is a vacation I had the pleasure of having a book plopped in my lap with the exclamation of "YOU MUST READ THIS!!!"

My first thought was "Where the hell is Whalehead?" I seriously had never heard of it at all but figured what the hell why not. As I dove into the pages of the book by Joe C. Ellis I had mental images pop up of the way things were supposed to look.

Last night I finished the book and am happy to say I knew whodounit from chapter one. I have talent like that. However, lets back the train up just a tad, to where I said I don't know where Whalehead is.. I do now. Whalehead is the Whalehead Club located right here in Corolla beside the Currituck Lighthouse that I featured in photos yesterday of that little climbing adventure. What I did not tell you was that after Drake stopped threatening to kill me shaking due to the incredible heights I made him climb to, we continued on our little afternoon fieldtrip and decided to check out the tour of the Whalehead Club. It was amazing but, you can not take photos inside the building, so let me just tell you it was worth every moment. Stepping back in time AND living out the pages of the book that I was so engrossed in, it was just WONDERFUL!

Here are a few photos that were taken during our tour in legal photo taking places.

I love it when houses look like they have faces, this one has a long nose and vampire teeth
(i will now stop smoking the doobie and get on with my post)

Loved loved loved the windows... I could just imagine living there 80 years ago and waking in the morning to the beautiful view of the sound. Those windows you see were the bedrooms on the second floor.
"Kenny Queen" I actually ran into a character from the book while at the Whalehead.... seriously READ THE BOOK.

Drake said that this was part of the Mystery and that we needed the Mystery Van to figure this out.. I am sure Phyl will not be so pleased to hear that.

On a side note.. my mental images matched up perfectly to what really stood in front of me while I was touring ... I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS...

Not my legacy...

This is not MY family's legacy but I am sure it is someone's families.. but I enjoyed visiting just the same.

Yesterday after work Drake and I took out on a little adventure you know one of those adventures I could take weekly if I say LIVED HERE!!! we drove a little bit farther north than where we are staying and saw four people from Mathews no KIDDING... and they were NOT in the same group.. three different groups, four different people I thought I had returned to hell taken a wrong turn and ended up back in Mathews. Alas, we had not and we kept on our merry way and did not even wave at the people we saw, hey it is my vacation I will not wave if I want to!

After parking our car we hopped out and looked at the very tall looming building above us at which time Drake said there is no way in hell I am going to climb to the top of that thing so you can take a few lousy pictures.. not happening woman! "We are going to climb THAT???" It was at that moment I realized that the sound in his voice was not exactly excited but one tinted with a bit of fear. I told him we would be fine and off I flew to throw $20 bucks at a man older than Methuselah and he made me sign a form saying if I dropped to my death that he was leaving me there for the Osprey's to eat .... well to be honest I don't really know what it said I just signed it.

Off we went.. up up up up up... up up up up up... up up up up... SCREECHING HALT just one platform from the top. I look back and Drake is plastered to the side of the wall shaking his head and mumbling this bitch is crazy.. this bitch is crazy.. this bitch is crazy I can't do this! I can't do this! I can't do this! So I make my way back down 20 steps that I had just lumbered my way up and explained to him that there was only one more tiny flight and that he could make it and that there was a platform there he could stand on while I went out and took the photos, I explained I would be really fast and we could head back down. He mumbled something under his breath then I didn't quite catch but there were some not so nice words I can promise you and in a broken little voice he said... "o-o-o-ok"

Back up those 20 steps I climbed and then up 20 mor.... oh shit... this is not happening... where is the platform??? Why is there a door that wind is howling in?? WHERE IS THE FREAKING PLATFORM? I glance back and Drake is right behind me with the look of complete fear and wild look that I know says "I can overcome this fear thing just to throw you off for lying to me!!!!" I had just trudged up more than 200 steps I would be damned if I was going back without one single picture, so I again said "Drake there is nothing to worry about honey I promise! Just stand here REALLY close to the side of the building and hold on to this handle I will run around and take the photos and we will RUSH back down!!" He replied with an evil look that would have curled your toes.

But without further ado.. here are the shots from Not My Legacy, The Currituck Lighthouse...

The Keeper's Home
Views as we ascended.
From the bottom looking up....



From the top looking down...



Views from the Platform outside..
Photos from my weird ass view...




I am sorry but I do believe that there photos I got were worth my painfully cramped curled toes that resulted from the evilness in my son's stare!!!