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Rack ‘Em Up! A Night Out With One Of My BFFs

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Last night was “Girls Night Out” with my BFF Cheryl, woot woot!

We pretty much alternate who wins the game, and the other half of the fun is picking our favorite 70s, 80s and 90s songs at the jukebox so we have happy music while we play.

Lots of laughter, sharing old memories, making of new memories… it’s the best!

It’s simple moments like these that remind how incredibly blessed I am to have a close circle of inspirational, fun, talented, and fully trusted “soul sisters” in my life.

Even if we’re not always close by, we’re always close at heart.

 

Midnight Sand Crab Rescue! (You heard right.)

While taking my dog on her final potty break of the night, we found this little sand crab, so far from home (well, a few blocks, but to a sand crab, it’s a mighty long way).

He (or she) was probably a stowaway on a neighbor’s fishing boat.

Thinking quickly, I grabbed an empty Tidy Cat container and scooped him up (no pun intended).

I was going to return him to the shore in the morning, but couldn’t handle the *scratching noise* coming from the tub (real or perceived, we’ll never know).

So I loaded him up in the truck, and just dropped him off at the jetty. We said our farewells and I think he gave me a wink before his sideways journey onward. (I swear I’m totally sober.)

Lucky sand crab now has his pick of beach sand, jetty rocks or warm salt water.

My heart is happy!

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Short Story: “Mystery of the Sandy Sunglasses”

“Mystery of the Sandy Sunglasses”

The broken evidence washed in on high tide on a gray and chilly morning of February 2015, landing itself on Mustang Island, Texas.

02162015_80sDrunkGirlGlassesI observed the glasses and wondered, “Who owned these? How long had they been drifting along the Texas Gulf Coast?”

As if I were a clairvoyant or paranormal medium, a vision formed in my mind of a tipsy, bikini-wearing underage Spring Breaker from the late 80s, sporting stiff big hair stiff thanks to half a can of hairspray, and feeling very sexy with her brand new sunglasses.

Impaired by the empty bottle of Boone’s Hill Strawberry Farm next to her hot pink and white beach towel, she pranced out into the water to frolic. Her goal? Attempting, in vain, to get the attention of the obnoxious college dudes taking turns chugging cheap alcohol from a crude beer bong.

Distracted by her own loud, attention-seeking squeals of fun, a wave hit her from behind, sending her face first into the foamy salt water. She emerged, gasping for air and trying to reposition her cool sunglasses back on her face. She was coughing gritty seawater out of her lungs when another wave smacked the in the back, knocking her off her feet.

She groped around in the water for the sunglasses, but they were gone.

Whoops of laughter and concerned calls from her friends could be heard coming from the shoreline, but darn it if those weren’t her favorite pair! She like totally spent $12 on them!

So, since her hair was now ruined and her buzz long gone no thanks to the dunk in the Texas Gulf, she braved the battery of on-coming waves to fish blindly and determinedly with her hands and legs for her sunglasses.

After many unsuccessful tries, she decided she reasonably decided what she needed now was a hot shower, some Funions, a nap, then rack up daddy’s credit card at Pat Magee’s Surf Shop. Maybe she might even find a new pair of sunglasses.

The End

(c) Amy Oakley, 1027 Productions

Rain Chasing!

For the past couple of weeks, rain has eluded me.

I’ve watched it on weather radar tracking closer, closer… only to skirt around me at the last minute, or rain itself out before it gets here.

So today, for the third day in a row, there were some pop-up rain showers in the area.

08102014_RainChasing_1027Was this rain headed my way? Of course not!

So I loaded up my 9-year-old rescue dog Sofie-Darla, and hit the road.

If rain won’t come to me, I’ll go to it!

Thirty minutes later, I pulled over on the shoulder of a wooded back road, listening to the melodic patter of light rain on the hood of my vehicle. I could smell the fresh hydration of summer green leaves on nearby trees.

Overjoyed, I stood in the rain, letting the raindrops dampen my hair, arms and dress.

It was heavenly!

Shortly thereafter, I got back in my car and drove away… happy, smiling, content.

On the way back to my RV some 30 miles away, I realized it didn’t bother me one bit that I was returning to a blistering sun, with no breeze, and a heat index of 104.

I chased rain today… and caught it!

I’m a happy girl.

Make it happen,

Amy O.

 

 

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