Fourth of July has come and gone

The summer is flying by. As I sit here in my room and listen to another summer thunderstorm I've realized that summer is already halfway over! The fourth of July was here before I knew it. We had lots of family visit for the holiday weekend, and it was awesome to see everyone. We had 12 adults, 1 child, 3 babies, and 9 dogs! Sadly, my fourth of July wasn't spent out on a beach or in a boat ...I was unfortunately stuck at work. The whole weekend wasn't ruined though because I had Saturday off and I packed it full of fun. I was on the beach by 10 am with tons of cousins, aunts, uncles and babies. After that I headed to the boat with Dad to go and catch a couple of fish before we headed inside to eat and play Scattergories with everyone. All in all it was a great holiday to celebrate with a great family.

One day at a time

That has been my motto for the summer. And thats the only way I can deal with..it all. I wish there was a simple fix, but unfortunately theres not. I know I made the right choice, but that doesn't make me feel any better about losing my best friend. I have moments where I'd really like to break down, but I tell myself that won't help anything. I usually just try to not think about it, and distract myself with day to day activities.
No matter what I do though, I know all of these feelings are going to catch up with me sooner or later. God Bless whomever's soul that is around to watch me deal with all of those feelings.

Target Practice at the Plantation

One of our neighbor's invited a group to come shoot sporting clays one afternoon. Little did I know that I'd be spending the day at a Civil War plantation with old Yankee writings still visible on the walls. When we arrived, we walked in to the beautiful house and heard classical music playing in the distance. I felt out of place, but heck I wasn't passing this chance up. I was in the presence of the wealthy and social elite! I met some very nice people who happened to be competitive shooters...or professinal gunmen...whatever they're called. I spent the day getting private shooting lessons and I actually did pretty well. I can confidentally use a 20 gage Beretta shotgun. Ex-boyfriends beware.

a great white...whale?

Favorite surf shop comments heard so far this summer:

Customer: Oooo! Is this one of those great white Whale teeth?
Me: No. But it IS a shark's tooth.

Little Boy: (shouting) Daddy! I don't have any underwear on right now.
Father: Well thanks for pointing that out so the nice sales lady could hear you.

Customer: Is there a movie theater anywhere on the island?
Me: No M'am
Cutsomer: Well is there like a McDonalds or anything?
Me: O No M'am
Customer: You're kidding me! I can't believe this place!
Me: Do you know where you are?? This is Edisto

This should be interesting

So I've started work at the surf shop and soon Aly will be moving back home while she decides her next career move. The whole family will be living under one roof again, probably for the last time ever. To say the least...this should be interesting. Even though Im sure there will be fights over the bathroom between Aly and I, and arguements over meals between Aly and Mom, I think its gonna be nice to have us all together again. And besides, living on Edisto with no one my age, it can't hurt to have good ol' Aly around to entertain me.

This time is just a season

Lift your eyes girl, I know you’re broken. This time is just a season, You deserve much more. Lift up your head, Look out the window, ‘Cause it’s almost over now, Take back the time that your fear has stolen. ‘Cause it’s almost over now.
-Needtobreathe

I agree

Wait, I have to jump down how far?

Im learning that sometimes decisions aren't easy and sometimes you have to just do whats best for you in the long run, even though it may hurt right now. God has pulled me through once again and given me a hope that everything will be ok.

On a lighter note.....
I recently got the chance to explore the underground Clemson tunnels. Its something that every student should do before they graduate. It was fun until I realized that lowering yourself into a manhole is way easier if you are tall. My short legs could not reach the ladder, and therefore had to be lowered in and then hoisted back out by arms like a yo-yo.
The only plus= I didn't have to hunch over while walking through the tunnels like everyone else.