Do you guys read the comments? On the bottom right hand side of my site I have a list of recent comments – you may want to check them out, often times they are much more interesting than the old Purlingswine!

This one is a fine example:

I’d like to mention the challenging and competitive beach sport of Pit Propulsion. The equipment is not cumbersome ( bag of cherries, comfortable beach chair), which makes it easy walking when looking for your perfect spot. You don’t need that body-beautiful beach-volleyball athleticism to participate, since you never have to leave your chair. Just take a deep breath, pucker up and blow! The pit that travels the farthest is the winner. If you’re looking to do some beach socializing and perhaps make a new friend or two, this activity is not for you.

The other day, I went to the beach with some girlfriends. This was our first beach trip together and apparently an important step in getting to know each other!

We arrive at the beach — in addition to beach chairs, I alone, have packed a cooler for all of us. (this is nothing new — in all my relationships, I’m the organized, anal one) This cooler is not light. We start walking towards the sand. I am eager & willing to drop my load and start off towards the closest spot.

This will not do. Her ladyships need to be away from the masses. We start trudging down the way. The duchesses are telling me that due to having been raised in the city, they cannot stand crowds – especially sweaty crowds. Did I mention how heavy the cooler is??(please note that the commentor says walking is so easy with just your chair and bag of cherries — for the record, she wasn’t even carrying the bag of cherries!) They think I am a simple, country girl who finds the crowded beach somewhat – exotic.

Finally they find a suitable site. I should say, they feel they have found a ‘compromise’ spot. There are very few people in this section, but you cannot fool yourself into thinking you are on your own private beach.

While I am re-attaching my arm to the socket, these two get to the business of bitching about our closest beach neighbors and setting up an extra chair in order to gain more beach acreage.

I tease them all day about their high-falutin’ beach snobbery.

Then the bag of cherries emerges from the cooler. They are cool, firm and ripe. An absolute joy. We all dig in.

I don’t know who spit the first pit. (I am willing to admit it might have been me)

The pits were flying as we engaged in the timeless sport of Pit Propulsion.

What a sight we were. Our mothers would have been proud.

I don’t think the Duchess & m’Lady need to worry about beach neighbors anymore.

Do you guys read the comments? On the bottom right hand side of my site I have a list of recent comments – you may want to check them out, often times they are much more interesting than the old Purlingswine!

This one is a fine example:

I’d like to mention the challenging and competitive beach sport of Pit Propulsion. The equipment is not cumbersome ( bag of cherries, comfortable beach chair), which makes it easy walking when looking for your perfect spot. You don’t need that body-beautiful beach-volleyball athleticism to participate, since you never have to leave your chair. Just take a deep breath, pucker up and blow! The pit that travels the farthest is the winner. If you’re looking to do some beach socializing and perhaps make a new friend or two, this activity is not for you.

The other day, I went to the beach with some girlfriends. This was our first beach trip together and apparently an important step in getting to know each other!

We arrive at the beach — in addition to beach chairs, I alone, have packed a cooler for all of us. (this is nothing new — in all my relationships, I’m the organized, anal one) This cooler is not light. We start walking towards the sand. I am eager & willing to drop my load and start off towards the closest spot.

This will not do. Her ladyships need to be away from the masses. We start trudging down the way. The duchesses are telling me that due to having been raised in the city, they cannot stand crowds – especially sweaty crowds. Did I mention how heavy the cooler is??(please note that the commentor says walking is so easy with just your chair and bag of cherries — for the record, she wasn’t even carrying the bag of cherries!) They think I am a simple, country girl who finds the crowded beach somewhat – exotic.

Finally they find a suitable site. I should say, they feel they have found a ‘compromise’ spot. There are very few people in this section, but you cannot fool yourself into thinking you are on your own private beach.

While I am re-attaching my arm to the socket, these two get to the business of bitching about our closest beach neighbors and setting up an extra chair in order to gain more beach acreage.

I tease them all day about their high-falutin’ beach snobbery.

Then the bag of cherries emerges from the cooler. They are cool, firm and ripe. An absolute joy. We all dig in.

I don’t know who spit the first pit. (I am willing to admit it might have been me)

The pits were flying as we engaged in the timeless sport of Pit Propulsion.

What a sight we were. Our mothers would have been proud.

I don’t think the Duchess & m’Lady need to worry about beach neighbors anymore.

Blog lore has it that cat pictures will drive your stats up. I don’t have any recent shots of my own two kitties so check out this guy’s cat. pretty cool, huh?

The BBQ was a smashing success! We didn’t have as many people as I thought we would – probably more in the 30 range – so I have tons of leftovers. Everyone had a great time – we played badmiton, horse shoes and of course there was swimming. I would like to take this moment to brag a bit ….. I beat Daughter #2 in a swimming race. May I add that this is in no way like beating a toddler, Daughter #2 is 14 years old! Of course we only did one lap – I have turned into a sprinter rather than a distance swimmer.

Blog lore has it that cat pictures will drive your stats up. I don’t have any recent shots of my own two kitties so check out this guy’s cat. pretty cool, huh?

The BBQ was a smashing success! We didn’t have as many people as I thought we would – probably more in the 30 range – so I have tons of leftovers. Everyone had a great time – we played badmiton, horse shoes and of course there was swimming. I would like to take this moment to brag a bit ….. I beat Daughter #2 in a swimming race. May I add that this is in no way like beating a toddler, Daughter #2 is 14 years old! Of course we only did one lap – I have turned into a sprinter rather than a distance swimmer.