Spring Break 2015 Charleston Vacation Log (and Other Stuff)

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And here's a log of what happened on my vacay to Charleston! :) Enjoy!

(BTW, credit goes to my dad for all pics except the first. And the photos are sporadic in their location and distribution because most of them had my face in them (one of the things that happens when you're an only child), so I was hard-pressed to find ones that didn't (and therefore there may not have been any postable ones for a particular location :( ))

Day One: Friday, March 13

I left all my packing 'till an hour before we left - as usual. I put all my clothes and such in my black suitcase with lime green polka dots, and all my plane/car amusements - books, phone, laptop, notebook, writing utensils, Pooh Bear, etc. - in my school backpack, a dark blue thing with grey trim. I had planned to take a small bag of veggie stix in there too, but my dad only got the "zesty ranch" kind that tastes like expired ranch on steroids, so I ended up just taking Cheez-Its. As we were standing around the kitchen waiting to leave, I hoisted my backpack farther up on my shoulders and exclaimed, "We're going on an adventure!"


The idea for getting ourselves from our house to Charleston was to take a direct flight to Charlotte and then rent a car (which we would use for the entire vacay) and drive down to Charleston (about three hours). This is a good idea because it minimizes a) chance of checked baggage loss and b) air travel. I am the sort of person who hates air travel because the security people are generally horrible and racist and flights are always being rerouted or cancelled or your seat is randomly being changed and your carry-ons are always being confiscated then checked and lost and the flight attendents are always like, "If the plane crashes, be prepared to die!" at the security demonstrations right before the flight takes off and that scares the living daylights out of me and ugh no. Planes = no.

However, I had to fly on one in order to get my butt to Charleston in a timely fashion, so I ended up doing so. :P

(Of course, my mother and I, having Southern Italian skin-tones that could be mistaken for part Arabic in the wrong light and by unexperienced eyes, were immediately assaulted with pat-downs and extra screenings and hand tests and searches under all the layers of our clothes and I swear if I were over sixteen they would have considered asking me to strip and squat the moment we entered security and ugh the whole system is terribly racist. No, don't give me "But the majority of terrorists are Arabic!" It's still racist.)

At the little shop where you can buy things to take on the plane I got a bag of sour Haribo gummy bears (for some reason, the strawberry flavored ones were green - ?????) and debated betting the book Hell or Richmond by Ralph Peters, but I read a few pages and wasn't engaged so didn't. I love those kinds of books, though. :)

I pretty much just napped on the plane b/c of being a teen who likes to stay up late and therefore not getting sufficient rest the night before. My right leg did fall asleep, though, to such a degree that if I even twitched it for about ten minutes after I woke up, it sent the sort of shivery vibrations you get after a limb has fallen asleep up my leg with such intensity it hurt like Morgoth to even try to move it. But that went away fairly quickly so no issues there. :)

Even though I ended up not bringing a doll (a fact I somewhat regretted), I still brought Pooh. Pooh is ten times more precious to me than any of my girlies; he goes anywhere and everywhere with me. Here he is on the plane, looking out of my backpack:

He is literally the cutest thing, and "If you think he's ugly, then you're ugly." Scott Hoying's words of wisdom, folks. HEED THEM.
The airport at Charlotte was possibly the most interesting I've ever been to. For one, there were kiosks where businesspeople would get their shoes shined with little blow-torch like things. For two, there were concierges in the bathroom. For three, there were tons of potted trees lining all the walkways and walls. I liked them. Everyone could use more trees. Another thing was that generally, in between each two trees, there would be a white wooden rocking chair. People would sit on those like they normally sit on those leather-like chairs you sit at to wait near your airport gate; they'd just meander over, sit down, and start texting or eating a burger or calling their mother or something. I liked that. People need to have more white wooden rocking chairs in their lives, I think. It was very charming and sweet.

The Charlotte Airport also seemed to be big into those shops that line the halls as you walk through the airport, but more upscale and larger. There was, of course, a sprawling Starbucks, which I inherently winced at, and then a golf attire store, which my dad ran into and marveled at, and an expensive jewelry store, and a giant spa, which my mother wanted to go into but my father and I held her back. She would spend hours in there, and we had Charleston to get to.

YES, there is an AGPlace in Charlotte.

NO, I did not go.


a) wasn't in the itinerary b) wouldn't have bought anything c) had no doll to bring

So after nearly losing my mother's luggage and renting a car and driving all the way to Charleston (during which I finally caught up on Gravity Falls after everyone was freaking out about the latest episode and idk if the general consensus is that Stan is a bad guy or not but he remains one of my fave characters and I don't think he's evil at all so there), we finally got to our hotel. I got a chocolate lava cake to eat in the room because it's chocolate lava cake for pity's sake and we all know me and they had one for sale and I couldn't not. :)

Day Two: Saturday, March 14

The hotel had complimentary breakfast, so my mom and I went down to eat some. I had Fruit Loops (which I've only had a couple of times before in my whole life because my mother is the sort who won't allow me to eat anything other than Whole Grain Raisin Bran Yuckiness) cottage cheese, and a bagel. The bagel wasn't that good. I decided to try to remember to not eat it the next day.

We decided to go to the Aiken-Rhett House first because it was rainy that morning and we wanted to do indoor things rather than go out in the rain. The Aiken-Rhett House is a house in downtown Charleston where the Aiken-Rhett family, prominent members of the Charlestonian aristocracy during the period leading up to the Civil War, lived. An interesting thing about the Aiken-Rhett House is it's been preserved, not restored. This means the house isn't all made out to look like it did in a certain period of history, like most historical houses, through renovation and recreation, instead, the house has been preserved as what's there, right now. I.e., the living room hasn't been re-wallpapered and new furniture added to make it look like it's stepped out of the 1840s. Instead, it's been preserved as how it is now, mostly empty - with all original wallpaper, even if it's peeling, all original artwork, even if it's cracked, all original floors, even if they're sloping or not stable. There are a couple pieces of furniture, but not many. My parents and I toured the Aiken-Rhett House on a self-guided audio tour.

Outside the Aiken-Rhett House is a gorgeous park. It's just a pocket park in the neighborhood, with bright green grass, a water feature in the middle, and a walkway through the center with huge magnolia trees lining the pathway. I have a feeling that when the flowers bloom and their white petals drop down onto the path it's incredibly beautiful.

(A strange feature of the park, though, is that the lampposts are right in the middle of the path. This must be very inconvenient, I think, for couples who are trying to walk down the way and hold hands.)

After the Aiken-Rhett House, we went to the Battery. (There's one in NYC, too.) It's right on the shore of the harbor - Charleston is on the Atlantic coast - and used to be where cannons would point out to the harbor to fend off warships and invasion. Now, it's a lovely little park with countless rows of magnolia trees and a gazebo right in the center (I've noticed people in the Carolinas are very big on gazebos). It reminded me a lot of Samantha's.

A view of the harbor from the Battery. This water leads straight out into the Atlantic.
After the Battery, we walked around downtown Charleston a bit. I could try to describe to you how beautiful the architecture and buildings are, but I can't well enough. Let's just say Charleston has its own distinct style of architecture that promotes pillars - mainly Corinthian and Doric - and piazzas - balconies that wrap-around the entire house! I love pillars and balconies of any kind. The buildings also have little brick courtyards with flourishing flower-beds and wrought iron gateways. And even townhouses or tiny apartments have their own grand touches: arched doorways, or wrought iron balconies outside the windows, or detailing above the windows. Some houses are also painted very bright oranges, pinks, and blues. In a way, it almost feels very European.

Next, we went to the Powder Magazine. This is the oldest public building in SC and was where arms and ammo were stored in the 17 and 18 hundreds. They had a little game where you could pretend to shoot down pirate ships, which was a lot of fun. :)

A display inside the Powder Magazine
And here be ye classic old'n days uniform, folks....

.....and the outside of the Powder Magazine. It's really quite cool to think that someone could have been standing in your exact spot, looking exactly at what you're looking at, at the time of the Revolution.
We went to Fort Sumter that afternoon. It's really not that impressive - just a low-lying structure of brick and cement. But the ferry ride over was interesting. I saw a dolphin.

A view of Fort Sumter from the ferry. It looks like a prison compound, if you ask me.
A thing I noticed about Charlestonians and Carolinians in general is that they like trees. Palm, pine, cypress, magnolia, oak - all trees. They are in such thick stretches by the side of the highway you can't see the end of them, they are planted every place you could possibly put one. It seems as if when Carolinians build buildings they try to do it with the least disturbance of the trees possible, to let the trees grow up around the buildings almost so you can't see them. I approve of this. There can never be too many trees. The Lorax would be proud, too.

Day Three: Sunday, March 15

Another complimentary hotel breakfast, this time with bacon and waffles instead of Fruit Loops and a bagel (the cottage cheese stayed). Then we were off to the Middleton House and Gardens, where we spent nearly all our tourist day.

The Middleton House and Gardens is the plantation of the Middleton family, a very politically prominent SC family from before the American Revolutionary War through the Civil War. The main house was made up of three buildings. The main building and north flanker were destroyed beyond repair by Union troops under Sherman, but the south flanker was able to be rebuilt. That now is the house available for tour. Also available for tour are all of the very extensive grand gardens and the outbuildings where slaves worked.

Outside, we visited a camellia garden and a cypress garden, the many man-made little lakes dotting the grounds, and a demonstration rice field where they showed rice in the middle of growing (there were no actual people working the fields; the rice was just there for us to look at). We also saw a springhouse, mill, forge, textile-place, stable, house former slaves lived in after the war, carriage house, and POTTERY SHED. The pottery guy was funny and engaging and just ze best, and the pottery process was sooo fascinating! Definitely my highlight of Middleton.

A side view of the cypress gardens
A full view of the cypress gardens. And WOW, is that impressive. I could have that in my backyard and be perfectly at ease with life. :)
This is the inside of the shed where the weaving and textile production took place.
An incredible and awe-inducing 900 year old live oak....think about the things that tree's seen. Think about what was going on in Europe and Asia at that time....the Middle Ages, Crusades, still not yet into the Renaissance.....it's mind-blowing. And to stand in the presence of it......it was like it was whispering to me, secrets about what it had experienced in times gone by....

(Also, there were two peacocks near the candle-making shed, and I saw one of them spread their feathers, and just dang. That featherspan (?????? idk Ellie) is HUGE. Like earth-shattering-style huge, not "oh, that's huge, whaddaya know"-style huge. Like I'm talking' GINORMOUS here, folks.)

Well, hello there, this just looks like a random peacock going about its day-to-day peacocky business......
Freakin' whaaaat. 


We had lunch at the Middleton Place, too. It has an extremely good and, I guess, somewhat renowned, at least locally, restaurant. Edna Lewis, a James-Beard-award-winning chef, cooked there once. There's a buffet that was extremely good and impressive. I had my first experience with real Southern food, and I say that it seems to be, besides very filling and fattening (seriously I feel like I just gained ten pounds and a double chin), quite good. I had corn pudding, which is good if you like sweet corn, and cheddar grits, which is AMAZING and grits is amazing if done right and you all need to try it unless you're allergic or something, and fried chicken, which is actually pretty good if not failed and I'd never liked it before now b/c it'd always been slimy and fatty and gross but this was actually fairly good, and pecan pie, which is, once again, good if you like sweet things. A lot of Southern cuisine seems to be sweet. Like sweet tea - but I didn't get that. I had unsweetened, because I don't like things in my tea. No cream, no milk, no sugar, no nothing. Same goes for coffee. When I drink coffee. Which isn't often. :)

The house itself, the south flanker, wasn't particularly interesting. They kept it really dark in there (to preserve colors on furniture and in paintings, I guess) and it was quite plain. I spent most of the time staring at the tour lady's cardigan. It was made of a gauzy white material with black leopard print on it, and inside each circle of the leopard print it was colored rainbow. I want that cardigan. The color scheme was just so ugh yes. <3

The south flanker. Not particularly impressive, if you ask me.
We spent the better part of the day wandering around Middleton Place. We only had a little bit left of the day after leaving, so we had an early dinner at a bistro where I encountered chicken and waffles for the first time (it was quite good). Then we explored a little bit of King Street, ooing and ahhing over all the window displays and old architecture and such. We also went into a sweet shop where my parents got double-chocolate ice cream in a waffle cone, plus caramel popcorn and pecan pralines (I couldn't help thinking of Cecile) for later, and I got a pecan-chocolate-caramel apple before heading back to the hotel for the night.

Day Four: Monday, March 16

Another breakfast from the hotel, this one of Fruit Loops, a doughnut, and, you guessed it, more cottage cheese. (Yums!!) Then we set out on our morning adventure: the original Charles Towne landing place.

Charles Towne, the original name of Charleston, is the first successful English settlement in SC. It's located across and up the Ashley River from Charleston today - the original landing place of the Charles Towne settlers is in a different location than the current location of Charleston. This is because the settlers wanted their first place to be very easily defendable from the Spanish and any hostile Native Americans. (The location of the landing at Charles Towne is much more defensible than the current location of Charleston.)

At the landing of Charles Towne we explored grand avenues of live oaks draped with Spanish moss, stunning water features, and rows upon rows of gorgeous camellias at the plantation house, a replica of what a normal house would have looked like at Charles Towne (about, and I kid you not, the size of my hotel bed, made of wood and with a palmetto leaf roof), and a much larger and grander common house. It was fun to pretend the common house was an inn in a fantasy land and I was a worker there who was actually a spy for a foreign government. At another place on the grounds I also tried my hand at tying nautical knots. I bought an antique finished metal ship as a souvenir. It's technically a pencil sharpener, but I'm afraid to use it, for I'm scared if I opened it to empty it I'd never be able to close it again. So for me it shall just be a decoration and, possibly, a little toy. :)

Daaaaang. Now THIS is what I'm talking' about.
Ugh I love it.
After lunch, we decided to go shopping along King Street and the Market. (The day before we'd only been able to peer in the shop windows since they'd all closed.) On King Street, we stopped in several stores on a quest to find Mommy a summer purse and Daddy new summer clothes (he's very high-impact with his close and has stained/ripped/etc. most of his old ones). We also stopped in The Doll Clothes Factory, and I got my girlies some things! :) I bought them a pair of black buckle boots and a holiday dress that I'm pretty sure is the one on the right here. If you'd like reviews/pictures of either, just comment down below and I'll have them up ASAP! :)

A view up King Street :)
Anyways, after King Street, we went to the Market. It's the old place where slaves used to be sold, but now it's just a place for vendors to sell their wares. There were lots of sweetgrass baskets - baskets handmade out of sweetgrass in an African tradition - as well as spices, carved wooden boxes, shawls, lace dresses, infinity scarves, rings, necklaces, ice-cold lemonade, chocolates, handbags, Christmas ornaments, and bracelets of colorful stones, among other things. It was quite fun in its bustle and variety. :)

Day Five: Tuesday, March 17

After taking advantage of the free breakfast (today, a dollop of cottage cheese, a doughnut, and a breakfast sandwich containing bacon, egg, and cheese), we left our hotel and Charleston. We drove for three and a half hours up to the battlefields Cowpens and Kings Mountain.

At the battle of Cowpens, American officer Dan Morgan was fleeing from British officer Banastre Tarleton. He knew that if he got caught up he would receive no mercy, and, since he was near run down, he chose to make a stand and fight. He did so at a place called Cowpens (which was named so because it was where farmers would take their cows to get fattened up before the market). He used a three-deep killzone strategy. This means he chose to take a stand in a field full of cane breaks, so that the British couldn't flank him, and then arranged his men in three lines, one at the mouth of each cane break. Each line would run back behind the line behind it after firing at the British for a certain amount of time.

When the British approached, they didn't see anyone, so they sent out some men to scout out the area. These were picked off by the sharpshooters in the first line. The scouts ran back to their British comrades and told them about the sharpshooters while the sharpshooters themselves slipped behind the militia, which was the second line.

Now, the militia were famous for being cowards who would run at the first whiff of gunpowder. So they were told that all they had to do was fire three shots, and then run. When the British came up and engaged them, they quickly fired three shots, picking off the officers so that the infantrymen would become an unorganized mass, and then ran. The British thought, "Oh, we got 'em, we got 'em!" and broke lines to just charge up the field at the militia in a mob. This led them right smack into Morgan's third line - the Continentals. The best trained, best skilled portion of the army. And when they fired, they ripped into the British line like Ellie Goulding into Kills and Moon. I.e., it was vicious and effective.

At one point, an order from an American officer was misunderstood to be "retreat", and so all the Americans retreated in the middle of the battle. However, they knew a trick that the British didn't: they could reload while running. So when Morgan told them to about face and fire, they did so right into a huge mob of British that fell all near dead. At the end, Tarleton and fifty of his men - out of the 1000 or so he brought with him - escaped*.

The cane breaks are gone now (although the park is trying to regrow them), so the battlefield is just that - a field. I was surprised at how small it was - only a half mile from front to back. I guess that's because it's in the East, and battlefields in the East are generally more confined than those in the West b/c of more development to get in the way. (I went to Little Bighorn in Montana last summer, and dang that thing was HUGE.) Still, it was a nice, relaxing walk around the circumference.

Kings Mountain is a much simpler story. Patrick Ferguson, a British general, was ordered to submit the people living on the west side of the Appalachian Mountains to the will of His Majesty George III. Ferguson wrote a proclamation and sent it to the Over-the-Mountain Men, that basically said "You swear loyalty to the Crown or I'll come over there and kill all your families and burn all your homesteads and piss on your graves." It is known as the Pissing Proclamation.


The Over-the-Mountain Men were of the very irritable type. They'd lived independently over the mountains for their whole lives and didn't like people interfering with them. So when they got wind of the Pissing Proclamation, they got mad as Gandalf when Pippin stole the Palantir - i.e., very. So they all got on their fastest horses and rode over the mountains to confront Ferguson and kill him. Like I said - irritable.

They caught him at a place called Kings Mountain, which wasn't a mountain, it was really more of a ridge. They surrounded the ridge, came up it from all sides, and killed Ferguson and captured his forces. (Needless to say, when they buried him, they pissed on his grave.)

We walked on a trail around the base and then up to the top of Kings Mountain. The hillside was thick with barren trees and fallen leaves - it almost felt like it was fall instead of spring. There was a monument at the top that showed where the British defense was, and a stone farther down that showed the spot Ferguson was shot. It was slightly haunting, but not in the way you feel spirits, still simmering in anger, stare at you. It was more in the awe-inducing knowledge of what had occurred there, and who had died, and why. It was like the Over-the-Mountain Men and British were still there, running up and down the hillside and patrolling the top of the ridge, but not in a scary way - just like it was a window into history. However, Little Bighorn, for example - that was scary. Malevolent. Frightening. Especially the hill where Custer made his last stand and the Native American monument and Reno and Benteen's hill. But not Kings Mountain. I liked Kings Mountain. I think I preferred it over Cowpens.

After that, we went to our hotel in Charlotte. It was right by the airport, since we would be leaving the next morning. We went out for dinner at Cracker Barrel, at which I got grilled chicken, grits, biscuits, and mashed taters (my ideal diet, let's get real here. Just throw in some chocolate and pasta and we're good. :) ). Then we went back to the hotel - where occurred the episode of my dad's Great Escape and Subsequent Capture.

My dad decided it would be a great idea to take Ambien to help him sleep. Theoretically, this is a good idea, as it means he won't stay up all night tossing and turning and trying to get some zzzzzs, but, in reality, Ambien = bad. Why?

It makes him sleepwalk and get hungry, which can only lead to one thing: Midnight Snacks.

This generally isn't an issue at our house because he can just tromp downstairs to the kitchen and eat some peanut butter and crackers whilst watching golf or the news. But in a hotel....not so much.

First, he ate all our leftovers from Cracker Barrel. Then, most of my caramel apple and Cheez-Its. This took him to the end of the food in our hotel room.

"I'm hungry," he told my mother, like a little child.

"Honestly, I don't know why you took the Ambien!" my mother snapped at him. "I told you not to take it, and you know it makes you hungry!"

"Maybe just a little snack from the vending machine...."

"No! You can't go wandering around the hotel with your pajamas on," came the sharp reply. "Now go to bed and stay there." And she went to take a shower.

My father didn't go to bed. Indeed, he left the hotel room and went downstairs to the vending machine. I didn't notice, being busy watching Superwoman and Dan and Phil. But when my mother came out of the shower and put on her pajamas and asked, "Where's Daddy?", we figured it out pretty quickly.

"I bet he went down to get a snack," I said.

My mother was furious.

"Great! Now I have to go get dressed to go down and find him. Honestly, why can't he listen? I told him not to take the Ambien because it makes him hungry, and now he's walking around our hotel in his pajamas**. I can't believe he would do this! Why would he do this! Ugh, this is so mortifying....." as she got dressed to go find him. I was trying very hard not to grin very widely the whole time.

She stomped out of our room and downstairs to find him. It wasn't more than a couple minutes before she came back, herding a totally unremorseful Daddy in in front of her. He clutched a bag of Chips Ahoy, a pack of Reese's Cups, and a cup of coffee to his chest. He sat down at the desk to eat them.

"No," I told him. "That's bad for you." I snatched a Reese's from him because, on account of me not being on Ambien, they weren't bad for me, and someone had to eat them. ;D

"Just a couple cookies and a sip of coffee," he mumbled, whilst Mommy yelled at him from the other room as she got back into her pajamas. I took the cookies from him after he'd had two, and the coffee as well.

Mama and I eventually managed to herd him into bed. After a while of silence, during which I watched more YouTube and Mommy read her book, he said, "Did I tell you about the ladies in 316?"

"They probably thought you were drunk," Mama snapped at him.

"They were very nice."

A long silence.

Daddy said, "I was joking. I didn't go into 316."

Mommy was not amused. But she forgave him later anyway. :)


Aaaaand that's pretty much it! :) Nothing happened the next day except flying back, which was highly uneventful. I did reorganize my nightstand when I got home, though, and everyone started preparing for the relatives coming in tomorrow. The ones staying with us will be

- My aunt, who is firm in the belief that all girls should wear makeup by eleven, burn all pants and only sport dresses and skirts by twelve, and date by thirteen, and since I always wear pants and despise makeup and have no interest in dating we give each other massive headaches, although we do love each other and can get along,

- Her husband, who is one of my favorite in-laws and makes a cheeseball that is the ZENITH of ALL THINGS GOOD IN THE WORLD***,

- A cousin, who just recently got married for the first time and is in her mid forties, having waited all that time to find the perfect one,

- And her new husband, who is like her in being in his forties and having waited all this time, and also once served in the military.

So, all-in-all, except for my aunt, who can be a bit iffy sometimes, a decent bunch. They'll come up tomorrow afternoon and leave Sunday or Monday. During that time I'm gonna have to pack away all my doll clothes and put all the girlies in the dollhouse and leave them there on account of needing lack of messiness.


(this gal)

I'm almost done with Interview with the Vampire; I think I'll try to finish it before my birthday so that if I get any books I can read them right away. Then I'll go back to HMS and finish up Sauron Defeated and The Peoples of Middle-earth. That is the current, somewhat tentative plan, at least.

ALSO, as I'm sure you've noticed ('cause how could you freakin' not notice), I changed my blog design!!

*trumpets go off in celebratory fanfare*

Tbh, the old one was messy and unprofessional and yucky. I did love the background - but it was time for a new one. I'd been wanting to do this for a couple weeks, and I finally did. I like this one. I might change the background, on account of not really being a fan of the color green, but for now it's good.


That took me hours to make****, and I am NOT doing it again unless there are technical issues with it or something of the sort. 'Cause no. NO.

(Now, I know I could have probably asked one of you lovelies who actually enjoy blog design (I hate it) to do it for me and have it done in a jiffy, but I am one of those people who applies the "If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself" philosophy to everything in life, oftentimes making my existence much harder than it needs to be. But I think I'm glad I did it myself, because I feel really proud that I was able to do it on my own, for my blog, and that it looks so much better.)

Quick thing about the header: I own the pics of Kanani and Kirsten, but none of the others. I don't know for sure the original owners of the writing, piano, or Yavanna (bottom right-hand corner) pics (although I got them from herehere, and here, respectively), but I'm pretty sure the Idril one (bottom left-hand corner) was created here. Just wanted to clear that up.

I do have one question for y'all about the header, though: how do I get it to be smaller? Like, so that when you open the page you can actually see some stuff below the header, like this. Please do drop a comment down below if you know how. :)

Also, you can see I've made a new button. If you have my old button up anywhere on your site, would you mind changing it to this? Thanks so much. Also, if you've ever linked to me, double-check to make sure it's to this site and not the old one? I'd really appreciate it. I understand if you can't for some reason, and I know it's a lot of trouble, but it'd really help me out. Please?

Weeell, I think that's finally all for today! :)



*I wish Tavington were as good at not dying. :(

**He has very stained and dirty pajamas, to add.

***And if he doesn't bring one up there's gonna be hell to pay ( ;) )

****The main reason being I kept accidentally deleting it *sheepish look*

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  1. OOoohh. That was long. I couldn't read all of it. I shall make more comments as I read more post. Day 1:
    Ive only been on a plane once (round trip). I did not know that security people were allowed to scrutinize you extra if you had a "Southern Italian skin tone that could be interpreted as Arabic if the people who look at you are dumb". That doesn't seem right. At all. And your dad, who I am assuming is white, didn't have to have any extra security stuff? That is bewildering and slightly irritating. (Majorly irritating to you, of course, since you have experienced it.)
    Yes. People could use more trees. Always.

    1. I think they just kinda do their own thing....it isn't. It's disgusting and horrid. (And exactly the case with my dad. He sailed right through.)
      Precisely. POWER TO THE ENTS!!! :)

      - Ellie


      That shouldn't be allowed.

      Heeeey. Waaaait a minute, She is not the color of oreo filling, She must be up to something!

      The more I think about that, the more irritating it becomes. Shouldn't they only do the extra stuff if they suspect? (suspect as in you went through the metal detector and it was something other than your jeans button that beeped {If those even beep it's been so long since I've been on a plane}) or maybe if you were wearing a tee shirt that said in bold print "IM A SERIAL KILLER, TERRORIST, AND BANK ROBBER." All over it.
      You and your mom didn't have matching shirts like that, did you?
      No, I didn't think so.

      My final verdict: Those people need a Sticker. And, using my authority as She Who Deems Things Dumb, I OFFICIALLY declare those people dumb and hereby give them a This Is Dumb Sticker (for you to stick on them) and a I Am Dumb Sticker (to stick on themselves)

      Ok. I'm Done....
      For now Mua ha ha hah
      For I shall go read Day 2 and I shall be back with more things to say!

      IKR. People use the excuse "Well, the majority of terrorists are Arabic," but that gives you no excuse to search through my private parts and humiliate me and strip me of my dignity in front of the entire airport just because of what part of Europe my ancestors came from. There was one woman in Detroit or something who was half-Arabic and got separated from her five-year-old son and ordered to strip and squat in front of a whole host of male security guards just because of the color of her skin. It's plain-out despicable, and I don't want to hear anything about America being the land of the free until I can use air travel without my dignity, rights, and self being compromised.
      Very good verdict. USE DAT AUTHORITY GIRL.
      I can't wait!! :)

      - Ellie

  2. OH MY GOSH YES I LOVE TREES SO MUCH. I still want a bonsai tree...
    I LOVE HER!!!!!! Especially all of her "Types of ____" videos.
    And of course DAN AND PHIL!!!! PRACTICALLY MY FAVORITE PEOPLE TO EVER EXIST. But you already knew that.
    I don't even know what to comment without making this really long. Your vacation sounds like it was amazing. I'm jealous.
    You're aunt probably wouldn't like me either since I only wear pants and I seriously doubt I'll ever wear makeup. She seems like the opposite of most adults though who are always saying "NO! NO REVEALING CLOTHING! FLOOR LENGTH SKIRTS AND PANTS ONLY! AND YOU MUSN'T DATE UNTIL YOU'RE 37 BECAUSE IT IS NOT APPROPRIATE TO PARTAKE IN SUCH BEHAVIOR. And remember JEEESSSUUUSSSSS!!!!
    Okay that was kind of long...oh well.

    1. IKR.
      You need dat bonsai.
      *da, da, da-da-da, da, da, da-da-da, da, da, da-da-daaaa....*
      *clears throat*
      Of course.....yes, I know. ;D
      Aw, don't be, dear.
      Oh-ho-ho, she'd DESPISE you.
      I think it's mostly wacky fundamentalist religious/overprotective parents that are like that......my aunt is neither, and her daughter grew up extremely boy-crazy and girly, so I think that contributes too....plus that's always been her personality.....ugh.

      - Ellie

  3. *climbs out window* *dances down the road* *jumps through your window* *walks towards you* *opens trench coat* *music starts* *disco lights start flashing* *hands you bonsai tree* *slowly jazz hands away* *you look down at the note on the bonsai tree* "You need day bonsai" *the world starts dancing to famous disco song "The Hustle" released in 1975 by singer/songwriter Van McCoy and the Soul City Symphony* *Mr.French sheds a tear and claps along proudly*

    I spent waaaaaaayy too much time researching the hustle.....

    Good. I always have really long comments or relatively short ones. Idk why.

    1. I can see that all so clearly in my mind's eye it's incredible....:)
      Dat's okay :)

      - Ellie

  4. Day2
    Obviously the lamp posts are thereto make the couples have to squish closer together to get by.

    I wanna see a dolphin.

    Mmm hmm I must go to this tree place. Are oak trees good for climbing? There are none where I live and only see them driving south to Oregon. So I never get to climb in them.
    I have plenty of trees in my backyard, but as you get closer to town there are these disgusting, identical housing developments where trees used to be. I would like to unleash the wrath of the lorax on them. >:)

    1. Awwww :) I need to take Thorin there then.
      You must indeed.
      I think their branches start up too high. But if it weren't for that it'd be perfect.

      - Ellie

  5. First off: pissing proclamation = the best thing I've ever heard. Oh lord Ellie that was the greatest.
    It sounds like you had a really amazing time. The food sounds like heaven; I've always wanted to try chicken and waffles.
    And the trees. Oh it sounds just gorgeous.
    I haven't been in an airport since I was little. It really sucks that the employees were such freaks. I hate associations like that; saying all Arab people are terrorists is like saying all white people are fat and eat fast food 24/7. :p
    The story about your dad had me cracking up. It sounds like something mine would do. Technically he does as he always wanders away from my family during grocery shopping. XD
    Anyways. Hope you had a great time! It was really fun to read about, and the pictures were amazing!!! :)

    1. :)
      It was. They were crowded so thickly along the highway I felt like I was in a forest as dense as Mirkwood. :)
      IKR it's awful :P
      I was too, tbh. The whole time it was happening I was trying very hard not to laugh. I'll be sure to tell him he's not alone :)
      Aw, thanks!! :) And I'll tell my dad.

      - Ellie

  6. The story about your Dad is really funny. It annoys me about how airports freek out about people, when I was nine they did the same because I had a cast with metal in it "lets suspect the little girl in a polka dot skirt as a terrorist". Charleston sounds really fun!

    1. IKR. Ugh I'm so sorry here *hugs* *cookies*
      It was :)

      - Ellie

  7. The pissing proclamation.
    That is good.
    There's several at my house, one for my little brother "thou shalt aim when thy pisses", and one for the dogs "thou shalt not piss on the rhodedhendron"
    And I like the ladies in 316 story.
    This whole section (that I read today) was very humorous indeed. I, being she who deems things dumb and/ or brilliant, officially deem this brilliant. : )

    1. IKR :)
      Very good proclamations, if you ask me.
      It was literally so hilarious IKR :D
      Aw, thank you so much, dear!!

      - Ellie

  8. Wow. Your trip seems like a lot of fun!
    I too think Stan is still a great guy and he is up at the top near Mable and Soos.
    That Cypress place looks very cool! I would love to go there
    I love your new blog background. It makes me think I'm on a lovely tree reading book or something.
    I hate airport staff too: Since I'm thirteen I have to take off my shoes, right? Well I asked the lady-security person and she said "You have to be 13" and I was like *Snaps* Excuse me?
    I hate it when people act like a whole lot younger.

    1. IKR he's my fave <3
      Oh it was just za best.
      Aw, thank you so much!! :) I figured it was about time for a change.

      - Ellie

      P.S. - UGH that must be awful. Here *virtual cookies*


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