Tag Archives: Florida

A Day in Tarpon Springs

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As weird as Florida may be, it’s got some pretty cool places to visit, many barely a day’s trip from Orlando.

 

A couple of my friends invited me on a day’s trip to Tarpon Springs, a cool like Greek settlement turned tourist attraction. For more about Tarpon Springs and its history you can simply google Tarpon Springs, or read a little bit here: http://spongedocks.net/tarpon-springs-history.htm.

 

Anyhoo, I took a few pictures of my day and wanted to share. That’s all I’ve got today people. 🙂

 

A cool diver mosaic on one of the buildings.

Visiting one of the Greek bakeries. This place was hoppin!

Our new friend we made during our visit. 🙂

Another cool mosaic from the antique district.

Trying to convince the BFE that we should give up everything we have and move to Tarpon Springs. he could be a diver, and I’d sell sponges and drink limoncello!

I have nothing to say about this.

Cool kitchsy stuff from a gift shop.

Further evidence to support my theory of Florida as a giant wildlife preserve… and the people are just food!

Ahahahahaha!

I was feeling all, like, artsy and stuff, soo….

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Friendship Status

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Based on my investigations (and wild speculations) I think that a friend of mine has just relegated me to “associate” level of friendship status. Has this ever happened to anyone else?

 

How to know if you’ve been downgraded from friend to “work friend” or “sometime friend” or “associate”:

 

  1. You no longer receive texts outside of Monday – Friday, 9am – 6pm.
  2. Actually …you no longer receive texts at all.
  3. You hardly ever see their posts on Facebook anymore, suggesting that you’re clearance status has been changed.
  4. You invite them to parties, which they decline, but do not say why.
  5. You are no longer invited to events outside of work related stuff. And that includes lunches outside of the break room!
  6. You find yourself no longer really sharing what’s going on in your life, because catching them up from the last time you talked would take too much time.
  7. Most of your communication takes place via email, and usually only when they need something, like a dog sitter or a ride to the airport.
  8. When they ask “did you cut your hair?” you look at them like they’re nuts because a) you cut your hair like, a month ago or b) your hair is exactly the same.
  9. Conversations are mostly weekend discussions, movies and… yeah. That’s pretty much it.

 

 

I’ve been suspecting this for a while, and with the recent decline of my invitation to our engagement party, I think all the pieces are falling into place and it all makes sense now. I’m a work associate. I have been moved from the friend group into the work associate group. Getting booted out of the group stinks. Well at least now I know where I stand.

I don’t know if I’m the only one that ever had to deal with this, but when I was in high school, I had three distinct friend groups:

– School friends

– Church friends

– Work friends

 

Mixing those friend groups was like crossing the red and black wires on a car battery. Or whatever those bad wires were that you were never, EVER allowed to let touch for fear that’s you’d become a science experiment on how tasing can go horribly wrong. While I don’t technically know what would happen, the fear of a massive explosion or epic tasering pretty much stopped it from trying it out. Occasionally I would have one friend from this group, and one or two from that group… and just hold my breath and pray. It’s not that I was different people with each group, it’s just that each group had it’s own distinct personality, and priorities, and taboos. Different jokes, and stories that didn’t make sense outside of those in the know. Telling the “Jessica are you STILL eatin?” or the “who’s your Superman now???” jokes to the wrong groups just simply doesn’t make sense. And then I feel awkward.

 

As an adult, it’s nice to have friends that you can mix and match into different group settings. The ones you can take to a drag show, a house party and a church, and everything’s just fine. The ones that go with the flow, and know how to relax and have a good time outside of the safe confines of their normal group. Kinda like those garanimals outfits that kids wear, and the pants will match with any shirt and the shirt will match any shorts, or skirt, etc, allowing little kids the liberty of putting together the outfit that suits their personality for the day without looking like a rag bag of random clothing. Using the kids’ clothing/ garanimals simile is pretty fitting because only the immature nut bags would cut a fool and make horses’ asses out of themselves while being introduced to other friends while at the aforementioned drag show, house party or church.Those nut bags are the ones that would also shit inside their own garanimals clothing and ruin the whole look of the outfit. And have to change into something else. Something way less cool. Shitting in your clothes sucks and is definitely no cool. And let’s face it, garanimals is pretty fricking cool.

 

 

It’s nice having garanimal friends because you can take them anywhere and know that they’ll have a good time and not offend, get moody, cry, or eat all the snacks/ use all the toilet paper at someone’s house. You know the topics that garanimal friends bring up in mixed company? Disparaging jokes about their mutual friend, weather, tv shows, anything the group can easily find common ground one. You know what topics garanimals DON’T bring up? Abortion, immigration, why you think President Obama is/ isn’t a good president, marriage amendments. Introducing one friend into another group is kinda like introducing different parts of your brain to each other, and hoping that your psyche’s Id doesn’t eat them both during the introductions. Your friends are a reflection of who you are. Why wouldn’t you want to share the best parts of yourself with the people that matter the most to you?

 

So getting back to being downgraded… all I can guess is that I didn’t reflect that part of my “associate’s” best self, that she decided that being my friend works best at arm’s length. Who knows why these shifts happen. Maybe she saw just a bit too much crazy in my one day, or maybe our friendship journey together is just simply drawing to its natural close. It’s a bummer because my crazy is pretty awesome.

Maybe it’s because I’m her nut bag friend that she doesn’t want to introduce to other friend groups, which is a shame. I hear I’m a pretty fun nut bag. Right????

 

 

 

Private Space

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Interesting. I’d like to hear your thoughts on this. Do yall think I went too far?

 

I got a LOT of flack for the post I created last night… so much so, that it’s now password protected.

 

I’ve heard everything from “why say such mean things about people to make yourself feel better” and “why use such vulgar language” to “what if that post re-surfaces and bites you in the butt later when you’re looking for another job, etc”.

 

The last concern was what finally made me decide to password-protect the post. If you want to read it again, just ask me.

 

What I’m struggling with is the guilt that I now feel for expressing myself in my personal space. I see Sunburnt Peach as my place to vent, share thoughts and share stories both hilarious and strange. I don’t like the idea of being constricted by people’s expectations or disappointments in my behavior, and I’m ashamed to say that I fall victim to it all too often.

 

My original intention when creating this blog site in April of last year was to have  a place where I captured all of my “stuff”: the good, bad and ridiculous. It’s been suggested that I could lose friends over what I wrote… I counter that with “if I lose you as a friend over one post, I have to question the friendship.” If you’re my friend, I will do anything I can for you – before you even ask. We would never get to the point of the situations I listed in my blog, because there’s open communication between friends, even ones that don’t talk every day. Furthermore, FRIENDS don’t do use other friends. 

 

I still think it is wrong for people to take advantage of others in thoughtless, self-serving ways. I still plan to say “NO” a lot more often (which will be easier now that I no longer have perks to give out to people). I’m still sick of being nice while people walk all over me because I’m too much of a pansy to stand up for myself. I can be a pushy jerk sometimes, but when my back’s to the wall I will cave. I know other people who do this as well, and I’m sick of watching it happen to them too. It’s unfair that nice people lose so often, because of the crappy people who ruin it for everyone.

 

…and posting what I wrote yesterday doesn’t mean I’m not “nice” either. No one’s perfect, and everyone gets fed up at some point. If you think less of me for what I wrote yesterday, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I offended you, and I’m sorry that one post would make you think so less of me.

 

Not to be arrogant but I am a smart girl. I don’t think that using four-letter words denotes a lack of intellect or vocabulary. In fact, I think that four-letter words are frequently a more apt and succinct way of sharing your emotions with fewer words. Maybe it makes me vulgar… and I’m offended by being called vulgar… but I do my best to pick the time and place that I use any language. I wouldn’t use 8-syllable words around 2nd graders, and I wouldn’t say sh!t while sitting next to an elder in church. I’m not stupid, I’m not new to the world, I just need a place to write down what’s going on in my head.

 

Moving forward, I don’t think I’ll be publishing a post quite as spectacularly full of fireworkds and shock as what I posted last night. But hear this: if you continue to follow me, it’s gonna be quite a ride. I can’t promise every post will be sunshine and puppies and hugs, but they won’t be mean-ness and anger either. They will be… me. So you’ll have to take me as I am 🙂

 

27

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A few days ago, a friend and I played a game on Facebook, where she gave me an age, and I had to describe different things about my life at that time (agae 19). I had to keep it short since it was on facebook. Now, as my birthday approaches I’m feeling a bit contemplative and wanted to try the numbers game again with a different age.

 

 

Age 27

 

At age 27, I was scared of change – any kind of change. My relationship status? LOL: non-existent! I was convinced I would die old and alone or pehaps living with my GBF (gay best friend) forever. We would have a house with 8 cats, 2 dogs (one of which was allergic to acts) and own that creepy house at the end of the street. You know the one: on Halloween, kids stick turds in the mailbox because we gave away apples and raisins instead of candy. I was pretty irreverent about my old maid future, although sometimes the thought of never finding a partner kept me awake at night.

 

At age 27, I was working as a promotions coordinator at a theme park with an average 60 hour work week. It felt like I had the best job on earth, even though I was exhibiting symptoms of physical and emotional stress. I drank at least one venti caramel machiato a day, and only got 5-6 hours of sleep because of long hours, sleep apnea, stress and insomnia. I occasionally drank nyquil to go to bed.

 

At age 27, I got a wild hair up my ass and did the thing I thought I’d NEVER do: decided to make a life change and move to Orlando, Florida, a place where I had only three (3) friends and barely knew my way around. Three weeks afer the job offer I packed up my apartment and moved away from Atlanta for the first time (college does not count). Exactly two weeks after my move I started regretting my decision.

 

At age 27, I had to put on my big girl panties for the first time and be a real grownup:  I signed up for health insurance on my own. 

 

At age 27, I fell in love for the first time: with my new company. I had my first “real” job that wasn’t seasonal; it was regular, fulltime employment in a huge hotel. I had to wear pantyhose to work EVERY DAY which totally sucked. I had to learn to smile even when I didn’t feel like it, do things I didn’t want to do and be nice to people that hated me. I loved every minute of it. I thought it loved me back, I really did. At age 27, I had no idea what it would be like to get laid off from that same company 3 years later. I also had no idea what it would be like to really fall in love with what you do. Or to fall in love with a person.

 

At age 27, I learned to make new friends and to discern real friends from “just for now” friends. I had never done that before – I’d always just naturally gravitated to people and never really made an effort. At age 27, I realized that not everyone IS your friend, and not all friends are “friends forever”. And that’s ok. I’m still learning that lesson every day.

 

At age 27, I cried because I was spending my first birthday alone, turning 27 in another state away from my closest family and friends. Casey the roomie took me to Chipotle (then my favorite casual restaurant) to cheer me up :). It was the very best part of my birthday that year, and I’ve never forgotten it.

 

At age 27 I smoked hookah for the first time and was later pulled over and pulled out of my friend’s car by a policeman who accused my friend and I of drug use. (!?!?!?) We sat on the curb while he searched the car. It was scary and unbelievable that the people in charge (i.e. authorities, government, etc.) would treat us like crimminals even though we hadn’t done anything wrong, and not be held accountable for their actions. That situation has stuck with me ever since.

 

At age 27 I was still a closeted country music fan (now not so closeted) just like I was at age 19. I was still the girl who worried about whether “being myself” was enough to make the cool kids want to hang out with me, just like I did at age 19(funny how that sticks with you).

 

At age 27, I realized that living in another place could be more of an adventure than I was making it out to be. I began to make it my mission to explore my new home, and enjoy the different atmosphere, the tempo, the lifestyle of Orlando. It slowly grew on me… althought I still cried when I first realized I couldn’t go home for Christmas that year. At age 27, I began to truly appreciate my family and friends in a way I never had before. Family and friends both new and old 🙂

 

Every once in a while it’s important to stop and see where you came from and where you’re headed. At 33, I’m still at the beginning of my great adventure, andit’s crazy to see things so differently just over the span of a few years.

 

 As I get close to the end of my annual trip around the sun, I reflect back on how my priorities have shifted. Things that were once sooooo important don’t matter anymore, and people that I never knew existed until 6 months ago mean the world to me. Is this what it’s like to grow old?

 

I want your thoughts on this!!

Memorable Mini-break

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This past weekend, I went on an overnight beach trip for the first time with the BF.

 

Big deal right? Full of memories, laughter, romance, etc. The usual general mushiness.

 

The most memorable part of our trip? Two grown ass men engaged in fisticuffs over our parking space as we’re leaving the beach parking lot. As the BF drives us away, I’m turned backwards in my seat to see who wins, all the time chanting “Fight! Fight!”

 

TRUE STORY. LOL it was awesome.

 

So yeah, we went to the beach this weekend, and it was really great. Like, awesome. A first time for me on many levels (not the one you’re thinking PERVERTS). A first weekend away with my first grown up and serious relationship. A first hotel stay with a BF. A first time at this particular beach. A first time sharing a place that I love with someone that I care about… the beach is one of my very favorite places to go.

 

We’re talking blue skies, sweet breezes; blue-green water and powdery sand that’s cool beneath your feet – how could you ask for more?

 

It’s not just the mushy crap either that was full of firsts. For the first time I feel like in addition to the relationship component we are friends and not just boyfriend/ girlfriend. I got to hang out with my awesome friend for a whole weekend! Selfishly, I wanted to jealously guard out time together. The hardest thing was having places to go, people to see. It was tough sharing that time with other people.

But… to get mushy for a moment… There’s something incredibly sweet and wonderful about waking up in the arms of someone that means that much to you, holding hands and laughing and talking and feeling comfortable and safe and free to just… enjoy it without any guilt.

 

Is that so bad?

 

We will definitely be doing it again, and going without any agenda but to relax and have fun… I know, no agenda doesn’t sound very much like this Sunburnt Peach, does it?

 

Another first 🙂

 

The lady doth protest much

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Driving back to the office after lunch and I pass some protesters outside of the SeaWorld entrance… The weird thing is that they’re not your typical angry protesters, they’re WAVING at all the cars, like Wal-Mart greeters.

Isn’t that odd?!? Aren’t they supposed to be waving fists or holding clumps of dead fish or something?

And why hasn’t someone told them it’s too hot today for that??? #justsayin