A Repost..."Life's A Beach, If You Can Manage to Keep Sand Out of Your Crack..."

This is a re-post from last summer.  Since I haven't had time to be creative, I'm recycling.  Rest Assured, it still applies...

I’ve been thinking about going to the beach this weekend. Ahhh the beach – warm sun, warm water, fresh air and sand…lots and lots of sand.

If it weren’t for the sand, the beach could almost replace Walt Disney World as the happiest place on earth; however the sand that encompasses the shoreline of the lakes, oceans and rivers and makes up the thing known as the “Beach” is unbearable to me. I strongly dislike sand. I particularly dislike the feeling of dried-on sand between my toes. You know what I mean – after you’ve been swimming and need to walk across the sand to your beach towel (Water + Sand = Crusty Toes). Ughhh…

When I was much lighter younger, I was successfully able to charm my then boyfriend (now husband) into sweeping me off of my feet and carrying to my awaiting throne beach towel without so much as a grain of sand touching my tootsies. Now realistically, I am well aware that a hormonal teenage boy would do just about anything with the thought of getting laid being at the forefront of his mind and with that thought driving his every move, he would have moved mountains; however I prefer to think he was selfless and chivalrous.

Fast forward to present and my husband would simply snort and leave me standing ankle deep in the water while he strolls away – leaving me to contemplate whether the mad dash or the hurried hop would be the most effective method of crossing “no man’s land” and reaching safety – all while minimizing the collateral damage to my feet.

Regardless of my choice, it will be a loosing battle because at the end of the day, I’ll be left wondering where the hell all the sand came from and no matter how long I shower, scrubbing every crack and crevice, you can guarantee that when I crawl into bed tonight, I will feel it – that one grain of sand grating across the sheets. It’s just like the fairytale The Princess and the Pea – I know something is there and it’s irritating me to the core.

Comments

JennAventures said…
Men. So predictable. I keep reminding myself that I hold all the cards right now...
Brian Miller said…
not sure if going to the beach this weekend is a repost...hope you enjoy it if you do...sand is all part of the texture of the experience you know. smiles.
Simply Suthern said…
Who's going to carry me? Last year I tried to cross the sand from the beach access to the family spread near the water. I was barefooted. Yikes. By the time I got to the water my feet were blistered. I aint quite as excited about the beach anymore. Give me a pole some shrimp and some backwater and I'll be happy.
that made me smile this early morning in colorado! I haven't been to a beach in YEARS, but i recall the battle of the sand from when i was little and i would try to get my daddy to help me but i had tried to throw a fiddler crab down his swim trunks and he wasn't to accommodating lol

visiting from NFF at the girl creative
Pearl said…
Oh, don't tease this Minnesota girl!!! We have thousands of lakes, but the beaches? Meh.

Pearl
R. Jacob said…
So men have men thoughts all the time? yes!
I am not a fan of beaches either. I hate all that hassle of sand and washing. You never get rid of it. Yuk
Sarah said…
Sorry, I am a little behind on commenting - but not reading!

My husband never would have carried me I don't think, even when we were first together. He may not have done something like that but he was romantic in other ways.

I don't mind sand but it is annoying. I have not been to a beach near as many times as you I am sure but I love the water, despite the sand!

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