Thoughts hijack my brain at the worst times:
- in a church sermon
- in a work meeting
- in a serious discussion
- while I am teaching
- pretty much anytime I should be concentrating on the task, at hand
While swimming laps, my mind easily wanders, causing my rhythm to skip, causing my breathing to falter, or......
A few nights ago, when doing the backstroke, the flags distracted me.
I started thinking the flags were warning me of a potential fall hazard.....
thoughts of me being a pirate in the ocean and
"what if I miss the last warning line of flags and swim off the end of the earth"
Wonder where I would fall to
I wonder if it would be a soft fall into nothingness or a slamming fall into...
I was brought back to reality when my head rammed the poolside. I raised up and saw dude in lane next to me...
"I was watching you.
I knew you were going to do that.
I have done that before, myself...."
Smile. Teeth sparkle.
I responded with my best Esther Williams impersonation
Then I might have quietly called him a name, as I turned and swam away, with my head throbbing...
Will and Kidd head back to L.A. tomorrow, so we had one last family dinner.
We are at the beach so....Mexican restaurant, right?
I eat at the local Mexican restaurant, everywhere I travel. I was happy to add this one to my list.
Very good food.
They turned music on for us and I sang and danced, much to the others chagrin.
We headed back to the condo to pose for a million pictures.
Unfortunately for your viewing pleasure...
I wore my "picture" shirt the other night and we didn't take pictures.
Tonight my clothes matched my hair...
But Jeff looked fabulous enough for both of us....
At least HE thought so...
I present to you, the Ziegenhorns....
the Ziegenhorn cousins
Gran and Pop Pop with the grandchildren.
Apparently, Max takes after his mother.
Two things MAZ can't do in this pool -
1. Swim laps...
....at the Memphis YMCA, I am able to see the lines on the bottom of the pool and stay on course, a straight line from one side of the pool to the other
....this pool is dark and void of lines on the bottom. I swam like a dang pinball, as I hit each column and surfaced to find it was not the side of the pool...
2. Play hide and seek....
....because I don't wear my glasses in the pool, I can't see definition of people. The guy that I jumped off the column and TAGGED did not think it was funny when I hysterically laughed as I tried to explain that I thought he (Hispanic with a smooth/fit chest and abs, and a head full of hair) was my husband (white, bald, and in a swim shirt)
What is 'zig zag', purple red, and irritated by wind...or a contemplative scratch....or a scrunch of the hand....
I'll give you one guess.
Here is how I controlled my hair yesterday while I stood in the boiling sun for several hours.
Who was the person that looked at the ocean shore and thought,
"hmmmm....salty dehydrating water that repeatedly beats the sandy shore with backwash from marine life and ships
....water and sand reflecting the sun, causing skin to burn, blemish, brown and leather no matter how much you try to cover or protect your smooth skin
...the wind will either beat your skin raw, or not blow at all, causing major sweat to meld with the abrasive sand and form a second skin in 'no no' places
Hey!...let's make this a number one summer vacation destination!"
It is day 2 and I have slapped, rubbed and glazed my body with so much sun lotion that when I bend over to adjust my lounge chair, my rolls and creases shoot lotion out like a multi-spigot fountain.
However, I still redden from heat, sun, and wind burn.
By 2:00 PM, I begin to look like the invisible man, creeping beside the pool, desperately seeking the shade of a palm leaf.
After digging my ass into a comfortable "sand seat", letting the ocean waves give me a sand blast rinse, and just walking around, in general, I peel my suit off at lunch. The goal is to pee as few times as possible during the day, so the 30 minute "stuffing the spandex with the extra body" is only endured two to three times.
As the 40 year old, well used, body releases from the suit, a friggin castle falls out....
I then peel the seaweed, shells and sea oats off my mid-section, as I realize my suit and body is a taxi for ocean crap.
And then there is this guy-
Was about 45 lounge chairs away from me, and within a 30 minute time, he managed to "sneakily" end up in the chair two away from mine.
Lots of grinning, nodding, staring....
I was staring too
Because he was actually putting this on his body!
So I am reading by the pool and smell a grill or BBQ.....oh. Wait. It is just a gal from the 80s ruining her true beauty.
Stop the over tanning!
MAZ began with this woman, Alice.
She gave me her hair, her glasses, her sharp look, the nose......and the name.
But she went by Baw Baw...
90 years ago, Alice thought she had a tumor. She went to the hospital and birthed "two more" babies, Virginia and Carolina. After a week in the hospital, a nurse from Virginia and a nurse from Carolina gave the premie babes names. Alice never renamed them or gave them middle names.
Virginia's family and friends (Armours) and Carolina's family friends (Weeks) gathered in our home town, Daytona Beach, to celebrate the twins turning 90!
A series of skits celebrated the wonderful story of their lives, from their surprise birth; to their teen years of using their identical look to trick teachers and boyfriends; to highlighting their love for thrills, like motorcycles!
Virginia Dees married George Armour and this began the miracle of MAZ....
George was quite a bit older than Virginia and had 4 or 5 kids with his first wife.
George and Virginia are flanked by George's sons, Arthur (left) and Harry (right). The cutest little boy on the ground is my dad with his older sister (not quite 2 years apart).
Alice is pictured here with her husband and daughter, Virginia. My dad toots on a horn while sister, Delores, stands quiet and pretty.
Dad with his aunt, the twin, Carolina.
My dad, Butch, and his cousin, Bucky, entertained the party of about 100 guests with a discussion on "names" between Virginia and Carolina's families.
Alice went by Baw Baw
The boys: Butch, Bucky and Spike
My dad's real name, Walthon.
Bucky's sister, Marshallanne, named for her Uncle Marshall. And the fact that she could have been Alfredanne, for Uncle Alfred!
Another of Bucky's sisters, Suzanne Genevieve (sure I misspelled these) (pronounced suz on), named for her grandfather's GIRLFRIEND!
Juanita and Juanita Junior, both ladies always have been called Tootsie.
I inadvertently took a reenactment family photo...
Pictured above is from back left to right:
Alma (dad's baby sister), Grandma (Virginia), Arthur (dad's 1/2 brother), my dad, and Delores (dad's tad bit older sister).
Pictured below, straight from the EARLY 80s:
Alma, Delores, Grandma, Paw Paw, my mom, my dad
And then the siblings spawned more anal retentive, stubborn, controlling vessels for that strong Armour gene!
My sister, Polly. Baw Baw. Grandma holding Alma's daughter, Aimee.
Bottom left to right: my sister Teresa. Delores's daughters, Darleen and Jessica.
And of course the always lovely, happy to be in a dress, Margaret Alice.
Paw Paw. Dad. Polly. Mom. Delores and Tom. Alma. Uncle John. Grandma.
Teresa. Jessica. Darleen. Baby Aimee.
And front and center, and possibly smiling because it is eating time....
The party was fun, sentimental, and inspiring.
They created a map with "this little light of mine" starting in Daytona Beach and then the lights spread all over the world, marking only the cities in which the families from both twins have served on mission trips, including Jack's recent trip to Budapest.
It was a great visual of how these two women,through all other family issues and life in general, raised their families to serve God.
Family gives us a home, warmth, support, tears, disappointments, laughter, joy, hives, and migraines...
And great material for blogs and eventually, a book.
This concludes the reasons, not excuses, for Margaret Baw Baw.