Time Not Wasted

I promised myself back at college I wouldn’t write on a blog any more. It caused problems and I had nothing really to say. As the days in my life go by I guess you could say I’m growing up. My opinion on much doesn’t change but what I do, does.

I recently took a trip of a life time to BlogFest. To put it simply, it was amazing. I have never met finer people in my life. My emotions on the topic change throughout the day because of how much I figured out I miss it. I miss Virginia and I was there for 4 days. I met people that I never want to lose. I met women from all over the country that had opinions all over the score board. If I could have just been a bystander off in the marshes while all these women were taking pictures or hid under the deck, on which we had many meals, I would have been just as content. Real feelings, real laughter and real smiles were all you got there. That’s enough to make a person shut up and smile themselves.

I had my own worries coming into this get together. Being a 19 year old, getting prepared to enter basic for the Air Force in a few short months, and being a loud mouth that people have already read enough about in my mother’s blog, I can clearly say I had a reputation to uphold. I couldn’t speak my mind there as I pleased and I couldn't swear as much as usually did…or so I thought. I watched my mouth but I didn’t shut it and for the most part to my knowledge I don’t think many people minded. I was welcomed the way I was. . . bitching about having to wear a dress, swearing at fiddler crabs, and just merely being 19.

I have a story about each one of the ladies and one day I will tell you them all. Every one should understand the joys I went through with this crowd. It really is breathtaking but I’ll save that for a different time.

I live in Maine so Virginia was a huge difference. I loved it and would very much so love to move down there after my career in the Air Force. We all can have goals can’t we…? I learned a lot about the outside world there. What humidity really was and what REAL bugs were...




That small microscopic “thing” if found in grasses that retarded teenagers run through, such as myself….But I didn’t get any…they are called Chiggers. Small bugs the nestle themselves in a humans hair follicles thus causing… bites that look like the one on this lady's (assuming it is a woman due to the nail polish) foot.



I can tell you after I found out that they lived in the grasses of this beautiful place I loved so much, I did not walk across any lawns and it wasn’t because I was being polite.

Over all I was treated as an adult in an adult situation. It felt good to share the same jokes and understand the stories the women told. I felt like I belonged with them.

Lastly and most importantly, I have my mother to thank for this trip…I am so very proud we didn’t kill each other going down or coming back up but most importantly…she did it. She showed how beautiful she was inside and out and I do believe she was loved by everyone.

Thanks mama
And Thank you to all of the wonderful and unforgettable ladies I met…