Pardon Me While I Get Up on My Soap Box

We weathered (HA) the Storm of the Century just fine here in Aberdeen.  We didn’t even lose power.  I attribute that to the fact that we spent the entire day before planning for the storm by taking everything out of our basement in preparation for the flooding that might occur if we lost power.  The lights didn’t even flicker.

My heart goes out to those who lost so much in the storm.  Wide spread devastation breaks my heart.  But I have a bone to pick with the national news that has covered the storm.  Devastation was NOT limited to New Jersey and New York.  Parts of Delaware, Maryland and the Eastern Shore of Virginia were deeply affected by this storm.  Entire communities on the Eastern Shore of VA were wiped out.  W-I-P-E-D out.  As in, there no more.  As in gone.  The beach at Assateague Island – gone.  I’m so saddened by this.  That was MY beach.  That was the beach where I took my grandkids.  Where I sat with my sister for hours watching the waves.  Where we walked and picked up sea shells.  Where we could watch the ponies.  It’s gone.  I’m not just talking about a board walk or stores – I mean the BEACH is gone.  Washed away.

The entire island of Chincoteague was under water.  Multiple businesses have been affected.  Saxis?  devastated.  Guard Beach?  Gone.  Nothing but a bar of rocks in Atlantic now.  Thousands of men dedicated to working the water their entire lives have been devastated by this storm – their boats ruined, their fishing gear and crab traps washed to sea.  Elderly were trapped in their homes and were not saved.  And no help from the federal government.  I’m sickened and saddened by what has happened to those close to me.

My family comes from the Eastern Shore of Virginia.  We have a vacation home there.  I have family there.  I have friends there.  And I’m screaming because no one is coming to help them.  But you know what, they are banding together as a community – activating the word through the wonder that is social media, through word of mouth, and through close-knit communities.  They are pulling together to help themselves.  People are donating time, money, equipment, physical labor, clothing, food – you name it, they need it.  And this makes my heart smile.

We Eastern Shormen have always been a hardy bunch.  People have lived on the Eastern Shore of VA since the 1600s.  I know, because I trace my family back that far.  You can’t wipe us out that easily.

It will come back.  Stronger this time.  You can’t put a shoreman down.

And just maybe, when you are contemplating having some oysters on the half shell for your holiday noms, they might be a hell of a lot harder to find this year.  Because the people of the Shore are too busy putting their lives back together by themselves.


Mother Nature, You Are a Bitch

I am SUPPOSED to be enjoying my last day at my beach place, but thanks to Irene, we came home yesterday.  Of course, the Eastern Shore is under mandatory evacuation.

So, our vacation was eventful, even though it wasn’t supposed to be.

We got down to Virginia last Saturday with our friends in tow.  They are looking to buy soon, and wanted to see what Trails End was like.  We showed them around and then visited with my sissy for a while.  We went to the dance that night (which I spent on the sidelines, since, well, I can not dance right now) and enjoyed ourselves.  We spent Sunday and Monday not doing much of anything but relaxing and reading, which was lovely.

On Tuesday, we decided to go to the pool in the afternoon.  After lunch, we packed up and headed up.  It was a gorgeous day and the pool was lovely – not crowded at all.  We found a table, and I even managed to get in and out of the pool so I could exercise my leg.  About 1:50, we were both sitting at the table with our noses in our books.  I felt someone shaking my chair, and I turned around to see who it was.  Only it was no one.  Um…  I looked over at my husband, and he was looking at his chair funny, and then we looked at each other.  I said, “Did you feel that?”  He says, “Yeah – must have been a strong wind gust.”  Only the wind was coming from the other direction.  I looked around to see if anyone else had felt anything, but no one had, so I chalked it up to wind.  Then I checked Facebook on my phone – and everyone was posting, “Did we just have an earthquake?”  I knew it!  Sigh.

We were also watching the weather report with the anticipation of Irene.  We decided Tuesday night to just hold off and wait until Friday morning to make any decisions.  By Thursday morning, it looked as if we were definitely going to leave by Friday morning.  By Thursday at noon, they had posted signs around the campground to evacuate (keep in mind, we were in Horntown, VA, which is in Accomack County, on the eastern shore of VA – which is right in the storm’s path).  It was a voluntary evacuation.  We decided to tie down the popup and the picnic table and to head out Friday am.  We had tied everything down and were taking a nap when security knocked on our door.  “Have you heard there’s a storm coming?” 


Yes, yes we have.

“Are you leaving?”

Right now?

“Well, do you plan to leave before Saturday?”

Yes, we’re leaving first thing Friday am.

“Ok – people who stay will be pretty stupid.”

Ya think?  Seriously, like I want to weather a hurricane in a 1953 travel trailer with no toilet.  Um, no.

So, we got up early yesterday, packed up, and headed home.  We’re now sitting here on the sofa, watching the rain and wind pick up.  We have power, and satellite, and internet, so we’re good to go so far.

Hope everyone is safe.  Here’s a picture I took about 5pm tonight…

And here’s how my family is spending the afternoon…

La Vacances

So, we’re running around the house like chicken with our heads cut off getting ready to leave for vacation tomorrow after work.

An entire week at La Casa de Pollo – I’m so excited!  And believe you me, I need the break.  But the getting ready part, oy vey that is a pain in the butt – it’s like a whole job just getting ready to go on vacation.

You’d think since there are just the two of us that it wouldn’t be so bad – and since we own the place down there, we should have what we need, right?  RIGHT?


My husband informed me last night he only six pairs of underwear that fit him.  o.O  How does this happen?  I buy him underwear.  I wash it and dry it and put it away.  And yet still he only has six pairs?  Seriously?  We’re going for NINE days.  Last I checked, six doesn’t equal nine.  So what does he tell me?  “I’ll just turn them inside out.”  WTF?  Um, no.    You see, there are no washer and dryers in our beach home…none.  There’s a laundromat but it costs about $4.00 to do a load of laundry.  $4.00!!!  Guess I’ll be washing undies in the sink.  Sigh.

And we have to pack for nine days.  Not just clothes…but food, and stuff for the dog.  Plus I have to get the house in order for the lady who is coming by to watch the cat and bring in our mail.  Although we’re actually debating taking the cat with us.  If we can stand 3.5 hours in the car with her screaming at the top of her lungs….or she’d end up escaping the carrier and driving herself…

So, anyhoo – lots to do and little time to do it.  But at least its vacation!

Awww…Toby Keith Wrote A Song About Trails End!

Happy Independence Day!!!

I hope everyone had a great 4th of July!  We just got back from our campsite in Trails End where we spent a lovely weekend. 

What’s better than a weekend that’s jam packed with the pool, campfires, crabs and a chili cookoff??  I can’t think of anything!  Here’s some pictures from our weekend!


Yay! It’s FRIPAY!

Thank Gawd.  My bank account was crying.

We’re heading to Virginia again this weekend, this time to be accompanied by my niece and her fiance.  They are going to use our trailer over Memorial Day weekend for their honeymoon, so we want to show them where to turn things on and off so they don’t blow our very antique 1953 Holly Travel Trailer to bits and pieces or make my electric bill go exponential.

I’m looking forward to seeing them this weekend, and to seeing my sissy as well who will also be going down to her trailer.  I smell a campfire in the air!  QUICK!  THE MOSQUITOS ARE DIVEBOMBING! 

Oh, sorry, flashbacks.

Anyhoo…It’s going to be a fun weekend.  I am planning on taking lots of pics, including some of those with my niece showing off her little baby belly…she’s baking me my first official great nephew (on my side – there are about 1,476 great niece’s and nephews on Bob’s).  There’s a horseshoe tournament and a dance this weekend (whoo hoo…first dance completely sober…that should be interesting).  And quality time with some of my favorite people in the world!

Yay weekend!

If There Was Ever Any Doubt, This is Why I Love Trails End

Sunset at the Crabbing Pier

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