No Anchor

My name is Rachel. This started as a blog for my overseas adventures, but has developed into a journal for extraordinary daily happenings.

“I sometimes like the dirtier eggs best because I think that means they are fresher… Like covered in some poop with a little feather on it.” - Jen on eggs

Blue Acorn Interview Process

jillybean135-deactivated2013013 asked: you suck taken was great

You are just as dumb as that movie.

Taken… 2

I saw Taken 2 tonight, against my will. Everyone had an apologetic look on their faces when the credits started rolling.

‘I have a very specific set of skills,’ I can tell when movies are bad when they use lines such as these in the trailer. 

I stopped writing, temporarily, because I’m on to my next phase… reading!

A Surprise in the Laundry

Tonight Billy and I were folding some laundry we had neglected over the last several days. What was once a warm fresh pile of clothes, had since been knocked off the bed and on to the floor after a long day of shopping and entertaining. 

I was refolding a shirt of his, after I’d realized it wasn’t properly folded in half like he prefers, and I looked up to find him holding a pair of his underwear to his nose. 

‘What are you doing?’ I asked, nervously. Wondering if he was worried the smell had prevailed after a wash and dry.

‘I am making sure these are clean,’ he replied cooly, and proceeded to fold them and add them to the pile.

‘I would think you could just give them a glance and know.’ I suggested.

‘Right,’ he said, ‘maybe with your underwear, because of all of the brown stains.’ 

I finally looked up from my folding.

‘I think you and I both know, if someone was to have brown stains in their pants, it would be you!’ 

‘Yeah rig…….’ he started, but was silenced, and seemingly surprised, when the quietest squeaky fart, coming from his own shorts stopped him short.

It was first time in my life, I was happy he had passed gas. 

BABY TURTLES!

Apparently tomorrow at 4pm there will be a bunch of baby turtles hatching and crawling down the beach here on Seabrook. 

Let’s just assume, just for a minute that the scientists that have given us that information were there at the exact moment the mother came out of the water to lay the eggs. Even then, how can they possibly predict not just the day, but down to the hour when they will hatch?

Modern day science. Astounding.

Thankful for Thursday

I had a day full of feasting and celebration, and I’ll be spending the day on Seabrook tomorrow. No trouble in paradise here!

:)

I sat in alone last night and watched ‘The Rescuers’ like any normal adult…