Just as soon as we got the bags in the house probably the heaviest thunderstorm we have had all year hit. It didn’t last very long, which is nice as my back yard already looks like a river. I think one of my flower gardens has pretty much been washed away, at least the mulch.
I am in the process of upgrading to the latest beta version of MT, so if shit acts weird it will only be for a short time.
…but I will be this evening. Just relaxing and taking a bit of time to post before I come home and lock the keys back up for awhile. Something wrong with my damned archive links so that will be the second order of business once I get unpacked and get the dog walked.
The first order will be getting the keys back. After getting photographically abused by Chickie, getting fat porn from Velociman as well as ass-fucked (I enjoyed that big boy) AND found in a Google search for bald men, accused of kidnapping by Mr. Fabulous (I swear she’s in one piece), berated for paid posts by Sam, getting defaced (AND shit-faced, but that’s a whole ‘nother story) by my little brother (the link to KOS had to be the worst one), receiving weird shit (what did I expect) from Elisson (I did recognise the daughter by the way) and having Redneck ramble for awhile I am ready to be back. Oh, and don’t worry Redneck, you fit right the fuck in here with just another gotdamn redneck. If they were easily offended they wouldn’t be here in the first place. It’s amazing the abuse that people can take…
I do sincerely appreciate you folks looking after the place whilst I was being vacant which seems to happen quite a bit more as I get older. I may even invite you back to the house even if you do have a hard time with the interface. By that time it should all be out of beta and should be a bit easier to navigate. What better way to beta test the interface than invite a bunch of people that have never fucking seen it before to post over the last few days…
Sooner or later it will be back to the same old bump and grind (one can only hope). Gonna try and pick up a few paid posts today as a matter of fact in order to cover expenses…If you see them start popping up here and there it just means back to business as usual but I will try and keep them light Sam. I am just another whore after all but I do take everything with a grain of salt (and lime in the case of the Corona I was enjoying last night…
Monday we drove into the island around noon to go sightseeing and generally do touristy things that we don’t normally do while on vacation. First order of business was lunch, so we stopped at Coligny Plaza and had a bite at Steamers which I have reviewed in another post.
After lunch we decided to go check some things out. There are a couple of areas that were civil war area forts around. I knew there wouldn’t be much left but wanted to take some pics anyway and have a walk around.
There first two that we wanted to see were located near Mitchelville, named in honor of Union General Ormsby Mitchel. We visited the site of Fort Mitchel. All that is left is the earthen mounds that were the walls of the fort and the moat. There are some signs up showing how everything was situated and where it was all located. It was pretty cool visiting this historic site. The mosquitos were particularly bad around here so we didn’t stay very long. I did get some pictures which I will eventually post but my camera is such a piece of crap and with the humidity they are all slightly foggy as the previous pictures will attest. I may be able to clean them up a bit before I post them.
After we walked around there we drove a little ways down the street in hopes of looking at the Fort Howell ruins. They are located inside Palmetto Dunes, which is apparently a gated community. The asshole at the gate simply said that there were no historic sites there and wouldn’t let us in. Not rich looking enough I suppose. The fucking Hilton Head Chamber of Commerce needs to take the shit off the map if the communities aren’t going to let people in to see them. It was hot and humid so that aggravated my mood a bit I am sure.
We made good use of the Sea Pines pass that we had and drove down to the south end of the island after that where we wandered around the ruins of the Baynard plantation. Some of the tabby walls are still intact and I got some shots of them (a couple from my cell phone have already been posted). Once I get home and get time to mess with the photos I will re-post them and the others as well along with a brief history of the place. Tabby is made with sea shell, which is all I know about it right now. It’s pretty cool.
We left there and went back down to the lighthouse area again where we treated the kids to ice cream before heading back toward Coligny. We parked near the Art Cafe and walked down to the beach where we hung out for awhile. The wind was pretty strong so the waves were nice. We played there for a couple of hours before meeting up with our friend and having dinner at Steamers again.
I think we ended up getting back to Bluffton around 11 last night. I pretty much went straight to bed as I was slightly toasty and very tired from being in the sun all day.
For some reason I am getting an error 500 when I try and visit the archives page or my category archives. They are dynamically generated in order to speed things up here and they have been doing a pretty good job of it. Not sure why I am getting the error, once I am back in town I will take a look and see if I can get it fixed up. I also need to upgrade to the next beta release, hopefully that will take care of it. I may also need to clean up the sql databases. I don’t have the link to my cpanel and stuff on the laptop or a decent ftp client so it will have to wait until then.
Just because I am on vacation doesn’t mean I can’t post a bit of this and a bit of tat.
At the beach
Originally uploaded by rmiles
I’ll figure out how to be late for my own funeral. Yes, I will. I’m not sure why “Richie” asked me to guest blog while he’s out playin’ beached whale, but hey, I told him I was gonna be late gettin’ in to trash the joint, and I was right. I’ve been off burnin’ brain cell(yes, there’s only one left, so it’s singular) at both ends. Looks to me like he’s doin’ a pretty damned good job bloggin’ from vacation.
He really gave me no guidelines, nor any specific rules, so consider this a warning. If you’re easily offended by RedNeck’s, best check the fuck on out now. It ain’t gonna be pretty. That disclaimer should be plenty of a clue as to whats comin’. My vocabulary is limited as proven by how much I cuss. And I don’t give a damn. I can usually get my point across. Oh, I ramble too. It’s what I do. No train of thought. Trains are for pussy’s, and engineers with funny hats, and David Alan Coe’s Perfect Country & Western song… “choo choo”. Crap, ’bout now I feel like I’ve been hit by a train. Hammered shit is close to describin’ it, but it doesn’t quite do this particular feelin’ justice.
“Richie” knows what I’m talkin’ about, he’s been to Helen back. This weekend Helen was in Naperville, where time stands still. For me anyway, but then it catches back up on Sunday mornin’ early sometime. Usually while I’m sleepin’ and have a plane to catch. Yes, I did “that” again. Only difference is, I actually made this flight out this time. Left half my shit in the hotel room by accident. I mean I left outta that place fast, like when the cops show up at a party in High School while we were drinkin’ somebody’s Daddy’s liquor. That kinda quick(Grab your shit and haul ass). I’d have been busted if that was the case, cause I did leave some clues. DNA’s a bitch. I watch CSI Miami, I know. They get the hair brush, I’m toast. I like the little blonde from Raleigh(<– there’s another word where the I before E except after C is bogus, second time this week I’ve done that, maybe I ought to play the lottery) NC on that show. Anyway she’s hawt, and she’s always shootin’ guns.
Had to get my “spare” brush out of the truck this mornin’ ’cause I left ol’ faithful in the room there in the Holiday Inn “Select”. Yeah, right, they’re “Selective” ok. They let me in. Kinda like “Richie” and his guest blogger choices. That shit Elison put up was… uh, original, yeah, that’s it. I met a NASCAR driver there on Saturday night. He went to great effort to interrupt me while I was on the phone in the hallway ’cause everybody was raisin’ 13 kinds of hell in the room and I couldn’t hear shit. Just walked the hell on up, and asked me for a cigarette while I was trying to talk to the cab company drunk. Like y’all ain’t never been drunk when a NASCAR driver walks up to you and wants to bum a smoke. Lord knows they’re underpaid, and need a RedNeck to supply ’em with ‘bacca. He made the damned mistake of askin’ me if I had an “extra” cigarette. I almost punched the bastard right there. Yeah asshole, It’s our lucky day, they accidentally put 21 in this pack. I don’t mind givin’ out smokes to strangers, sometimes… that wasn’t one of ’em. I did it because I thought he’d leave after he got what he wanted. Kinda like my ol’ lady. Wrong.
We had the door propped open for easy entry and exit, but that was for us, not Mr. NASCAR driver. Don’t get me wrong hell, I love NASCAR, but shit, this fool was no more a NASCAR driver than I’m Batman. Always wanted to say that “I’m Batman”… It’s the little things in life. Anyway, back to the open door. I got off the phone, walked back into the room, got close to my beer again and sat down in the chair, and I’m gettin’ weird looks from everybody like who in the fuck is that guy. I’m like, “I don’t know, jackass walked up to me in the hallway and wanted a smoke. I gave him one, and thought/hoped he drive his NASCAR hiney on down the hallway. It was Saturday night, they were runnin’ the NASCAR race in Daytona, at that time, what the hell is this dude doin’ in Naperville.
Those of you that were in Austin last year, will get this, the rest of you might not, but hey, I thought I was gonna have to teach NASCAR boy how to “fly”. He was edgin’ ever so closer to the cooler, where the beer was chillin’. Hey man, the door was open, not the bar asshole. I finally walked up to him and said, lookit dude, you need to go talk to your crew chief or somethin’. You got your cigarette, but you need to get the hell on outta here. He did. He must’ve noticed the choicely sweet ass shirt Leslie got me earlier that day… Back of it says “Instant Redneck, just add beer”. I guess since he was a NASCAR driver, he figured out beer cans, assholes, and elbows were ’bout to start flyin’.
It helps when Marines and Sailors are around, although, I’m sure there were some ladies there that night that coulda took this fucker out in about 5 seconds. It wouldn’t have taken all six of ’em to do it either. I think Tammi could’ve done it single handedly, but I didn’t want to bug her. She was chillin’ on the mattress. With 5 other ladies. Wasn’t but half a dozen of ’em there, but at that point, they were all in my bed. Covers smelled a lot better that night than the night before. Yes, they did rightfully exit the bed before I got in it, but you know… I’m just sayin’. Well, that’s just the “Saturday evenin'” part. I probably should go back to the ‘Neckshack and scribble out what happened on Friday, and Saturday before “evenin'”, and Sunday mornin’.
Richie, if I think of some other way to come back and “pile on”, I will. I wish my photoshop skills were better. I’d so like to “pay it forward” for you givin’ Eric manboob mondays dog… That was wrong.
Funny as hell, but wrong.
Baynard plantation ruins
Originally uploaded by rmiles
As I said when I posted this morning I got up before everyone else. It wasn’t long however before everyone else crawled out of bed. Rather than make a trip to the beach, the wife wanted to go to the pool here at Rose Hill, so we loaded the kids up in the car (it took two trips) and drove over there. Sort of weird having to drive to a pool in the same subdivision, but OK. Took a couple of pictures at the pool of RePete in all her gear.
That’s some serious flotation going on there. She mucch prefers the pool to te beach. I guess at four years old the ocean is just too big and strong for her. I did manage to get her out into it a little bit yesterday, but she loves the pool. Now if I can just get her brave enough to go without the stuff…Her sister is like a fish so it probably won’t be long before she is as well.
After swimming we (the wife and I) loaded RePete into the car and drove to Hilton Head. Pete decided to stay and play at the house with all the other kids, and I think she regretted it later. She ended up being pretty bored.
We drove down to Harbor Town and let her look at the boats and the lighthouse. But first we started the drive the way we always start. It doesn’t normally take very long even when she is fighting it. The other two were the same way. I’ve been known to load my oldest girl up in the car just to get her to go to sleep.
She loved the boats. Several times she asked, no, demanded that we take her on a boat ride. I told her that next time we were in Bluffton maybe we would look up Rick and Georgia and see if they would take her on a boat ride. As I said, she loved the boats.
We wandered around on the pier for a few minutes. Here is the lighthouse from the water side…
And the restaurant at the bottom as well. I am somewhat interested in driving back up to Hunting Island again. The last time that we were there it was closed to the public, but I heard it is open again. Maybe when we come here in September for the boy’s graduation…
So we hung out and had a snack and listened to a bit of live music…
After we ate we let RePete run around the playground for a little while.
All in all it has been a pretty nice day. We arrived back at the house to have ribs, which were pretty good and the kids are all chilling as is the wife and her friend. I think they may even be chilling with a bit of Goslings thanks to a friend.
BTW Elisson, I fixed the post. It’s still not showing up properly on my laptop, but the embed code was stuck in there using WYSIWYG mode instead of straight html. Fixed I think. Thanks for the grossness.
We have one more day. I think that we are going to head back on Tuesday at some point. Tomorrow morning we are going to drive into Savannah, and I would kind of like to go back to Hilton Head at least once more. The next time I come I will most likely have to pay for lodging. It’s nice to have people that live near the beach, although I am sure the wife would much prefer them living back near us again.
Don’t know if anyone else will be posting here tomorrow. I am almost scared to see what comes next, althought they have certainly kept me entertained, as has Ms. Fab
