Last post for today

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It's the day before MardiGras people and here I am sitting in my bathrobe and fuzzy slippers in a funk.

Fruit cakes and fruit bats people, that aint good.

You know something. This morning someone had the nerve to insinuate that my sailboat was a money pit.

The nerve. '

So I thought about it. Then I wrote stuff and I surfed the web and read emails surfed the web somemore and read the Nerdist (see next post) and I laughed and then I wrote some more stuff and then I got to thinking,

"Hey, I own a sailboat. What's more? I can live on that boat for cheaper than rent. Hmm. And? It's cool to live on a sailboat. Heck Technically according to the boat rules the thing's a yacht. Now that is even more cool. And I'm not just money challenged. Oh no. I'm a disinherited writer. I write stuff, send it to publishers to be published, hopefully get paid, AND I get to whine about the being disinherited thing. It's kind of like having a tattoo. sure it's painful at first but after that it's all about the , "Hey are you looking at my cool tattoo?" Even if I don't leave the dock? People will say, "Hey. There goes that cool writer person who lives on their yacht."

And you know, my dad did say to stick with the boat thing. (the fine print)



And very most important?

They have cable at the marina.. They have the sports stations. I can sit out at the lake and watch baseball and tell folks that I'm doing research for a friggin book. Call it a tax dedution cause it's a work expense.  I can't do that here because here ? Here I don't have cable. Not out here in the middle of the woods known as Nowhere.



Why am I still here in the land of dark getting yelled at by people who frankly don't give a spit.

Feck all the grippy people who want me to be unhappy.
It's spring and I've got a boat.
It's time to sail the boat and have fun. These people want to take away my fun and replace it with a frigging answering machine. I got rid of the answering machine and got a junk email addy to get away from these people. Ah no No more unhappy people..
Let's dance.





This time it's really good to go to the light.

I heart The Nerdist.

Love,

Sailor and  AuthorAnn

Yee haw.  :D

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"...Everywhere you go?

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You always take the weather with you..."


Jimmy Buffet

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Now then, the point of this blog post.


...Tonight...Tonight...Tonight....

The Concert for the Gulf Coast will finally happen. It was supposed to have been earlier but a hurricane threatened the coast (again) so they put it off until July 11.

I know that I'm a bit biased here when I tell you that the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico are some of the most beautiful in the world. The water is warm and the sand beaches are fine. Yeah it's abit crazy but it's the good kind of crazy.


Jimmy Buffett's Concert for the Gulf Coast ... July 11, 2010 ... Live on CMT (on cable) or on CMT's website. Or for the lucky 35,ooo ticket holders ... live @ Gulf Shores, Alabama ...

Hugs and prayers for a great day, good weather, and a great concert...


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Throwing it all in the sea ...

LOL

"You can go to hell in a hand basket..."

I don't know what that means either. If I could draw a picture of it. Put it in a frame in a 5x7 photograph? What does it look like? Forget putting it in black and white with the image clear. You can't put this feeling in a blurry color photo. It's just too vague to define it.

I want to go home.

Yup.

This isn't about growing up and facing the fact that life and places change. Sure they do. This is about preserving a way of life when it is possible to do so.

The Red Neck beaches of Alabama, north Florida, and Mississippi are having worse trouble than BP oil slicks. Slowly they're being turned into places that the average person can't afford. With discount hotel prices hovering at 300 dollars a night, most folks can't go. The places of my youth where the "puppies of Yuppies" could mix it up with the farmer's kids in Panama City are being replaced with luxury condos that most folks here could only see if they were cleaning the toilets.

I'm glad that I have my boat and a little "jingle in my pocket". Glad that I've seen the luxury condos from the guests view and the otherside. Same for people.

Those folks who clean toilets are people. Same as the folks who poop in them. Those beaches don't care what's in your wallet long as you don't litter on them. Take care of them and they'll love you forever.

Thing is there's plenty of places those luxury condo people can go take a crap but not so many places that a farmer's son can go steal a first kiss on the beach. Maybe that's what Mother Nature is trying to say.

Dunno.

We'll see.

There's a free concert down at the end of Highway 59 in Gulf Shores, Alabama. It's close to the Pink Pony (LOL yeah I do know.) Down by the entrance to the public beach. Jimmy Buffet is playing. 35,000 tickets evaporated in 10 minutes. It's supposed to be a free concert but good luck getting a ticket. I hear there are tickets still available if you rent one of those luxury condos. The concert is supposed to get the local's minds off the oil spill and help boost business.

We'll see on that too.

That's not being mean. It's just saying that the concert's been posponed once because of Huricane Alex. Mother Nature's not a woman to be messed with.

Maybe she's a Parrot heat. Might better find her front row seats to this thing.

Wouldn't want to pizz her off.

"Sea of heart break..."