Tybee Island appeared to have free (except for parking) access to the beach. In a place called Cologny, we could get to the beach but there was no "legal" parking. In order to even enter Sea Pines on Hilton Head Island, it was $5 at a kiosk. If you were lucky, then you could look for a parking space. Hilton Head was a strange place. NOTHING could be seen from the road. For the most part, all of the beach access belonged to resorts, hotels, or estates. Large wooded areas and golf courses prevented the casual tourist from getting close to anything worthwhile. It looks like a nice place to visit, but you need $$$ and reservations, I believe. Too hoity-toity for me.
Yesterday was disheartening, as for the last two months I have been "catering" to questions and requests from this fellow in Houston who was interested in buying my car. Finally, about three weeks ago he texts me and says, "What's your bottom price ?" out of the blue. So I said, that the listed price is it. If I give you a lower price now, you'll come and see the car and then offer me less. So, before we left for Georgia, I promised to be home on a particular day. While we were in Hilton Head, he bugged me for flight and hotel suggestions to Santa Barbara. He bought his tickets and I asked him when I should expect him. I thought, at this point that he would get up reasonable early in the morning and come look at the car. Meanwhile, all week I toiled to detail it so it would be at its best. Finally he answered that he would be there sometime before noon, but reality was closer to on o'clock Apparently, this guy, after all the pestering that he did, flew into LAX, drove to Victorville and hired a Corvette Club NCRS weenie. Then they both drove to Goleta and verbally berated my car. The weenie made some glaring mistakes in his calls and I corrected him on a few. Bottom line is that the jerk from Houston was no longer interested. They both got into their car and took off. Then the next day, I received a text from the jerk, in very bad taste, about how he has wasted time and money to look at my car, and that it was all my fault for "misrepresenting" it. Caveat emptor.
Here is the upshot of that. One, he obviously didn't know what questions to ask or what the answers should be if he did. Two, nobody forced him to fly out to Goleta. Three, why would it be better to believe the weenie over me- or better yet, understand the issue and make up his own mind.
Meanwhile, I had to deal with a hoity-toity and rude jerk and an overzealous weenie for almost three hours. I never even started the car and obviously, they never drove it. I am dumbfounded and for sure, I won't do it again!
Two avid fishermen go on a fishing trip. They rent all the equipment: the reels, the rods, the wading suits, the rowboat, the car, and even a cabin in the woods. They spend a fortune.
Yesterday was disheartening, as for the last two months I have been "catering" to questions and requests from this fellow in Houston who was interested in buying my car. Finally, about three weeks ago he texts me and says, "What's your bottom price ?" out of the blue. So I said, that the listed price is it. If I give you a lower price now, you'll come and see the car and then offer me less. So, before we left for Georgia, I promised to be home on a particular day. While we were in Hilton Head, he bugged me for flight and hotel suggestions to Santa Barbara. He bought his tickets and I asked him when I should expect him. I thought, at this point that he would get up reasonable early in the morning and come look at the car. Meanwhile, all week I toiled to detail it so it would be at its best. Finally he answered that he would be there sometime before noon, but reality was closer to on o'clock Apparently, this guy, after all the pestering that he did, flew into LAX, drove to Victorville and hired a Corvette Club NCRS weenie. Then they both drove to Goleta and verbally berated my car. The weenie made some glaring mistakes in his calls and I corrected him on a few. Bottom line is that the jerk from Houston was no longer interested. They both got into their car and took off. Then the next day, I received a text from the jerk, in very bad taste, about how he has wasted time and money to look at my car, and that it was all my fault for "misrepresenting" it. Caveat emptor.
Here is the upshot of that. One, he obviously didn't know what questions to ask or what the answers should be if he did. Two, nobody forced him to fly out to Goleta. Three, why would it be better to believe the weenie over me- or better yet, understand the issue and make up his own mind.
Meanwhile, I had to deal with a hoity-toity and rude jerk and an overzealous weenie for almost three hours. I never even started the car and obviously, they never drove it. I am dumbfounded and for sure, I won't do it again!
Two avid fishermen go on a fishing trip. They rent all the equipment: the reels, the rods, the wading suits, the rowboat, the car, and even a cabin in the woods. They spend a fortune.
The first day they go fishing, but they don't catch anything. The same thing happens on the second day, and on the third day. It goes on like this until finally, on the last day of their vacation, one of the men catches a fish.
As they're driving home they're really depressed. One guy turns to the other and says, "Do you realize that this one lousy fish we caught cost us fifteen hundred dollars?"
The other guy says, "Wow! It's a good thing we didn't catch any more!"
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, I purchased a week of personal training at the local health club.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
Friends seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
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MONDAY:
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me. He is something of a Greek god-- with blond hair, dancing eyes, and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines.. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week!!
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TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT! It's a whole new life for me.
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WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members.. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair monster. Why the hell would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other shit too.
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THURSDAY:
Asshole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late-- it took me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny bitch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine-- which I sank.
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FRIDAY:
I hate that bastard Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic, little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the damn barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?
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SATURDAY:
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel..
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SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun-- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
Here's what the DEMs do when they get desperate...
NEW YORK – President Barack Obama has family ties to none other than Sarah Palin, according to the genealogists at Ancestry.com, a discovery the family history site made when looking for connections between political foes.
And that's not all — Obama also is apparently related to conservative radio host and relentless critic Rush Limbaugh.
A genealogist at the Utah-based Ancestry.com, Anastasia Tyler, said Obama and Palin are 10th cousins through a common ancestor named John Smith, a pastor and early settler in 17th-century Massachusetts. Obama is related to Smith through his mother, as is Palin, Tyler said.
"Smith was against the persecution of the Quakers," Tyler said in an interview. "He was a very socially conscious man."
As for Limbaugh, he's also a 10th cousin of the president — one time removed — through a common ancestor named Richmond Terrell, who Tyler said was a large landowner in Virginia, also in the 17th century. "His history is a little more nebulous," Tyler said.
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