This falls under the category of: I couldn't make it up if I tried.

I think we all need a break from last week.  Am I right?  I'm not going to talk about it here and if you've been out in Autism Blog Land, you'll know what I"m talking about.  For those of you who don't know, send me a PM and I'll discuss it further off-line.

The rest of us, I think we need a break.  So I give you what happened to me while I was up visiting my sister in Oregon.  

I'm sorry, I didn't know I needed a flash at 10:00 AM. 

We were on some random beach Ohhing and Ahhing and I hear someone shout my name.

OK, I have to stop right here.  I don't live anywhere near Oregon.  I live in Leawood Kansas.  Kansas people, is a long way from Oregon.  The odds I'd run into someone on the West Coast---slim to none.  

My sister lives a few streets over but her job took her to Oregon for a few months and she asked me to come up and visit her.  Since I was dealing with all sorts of things here, I jumped on the chance.  The odds that either one of us would bump into someone we know on the Oregon coastline is pretty minimal to say the least.  

So, I hear someone exclaiming, "Lizbeth?  Lizbeth, is that really you?  Oh My God, no way!  It is you!"

I'll tell you right now, it doesn't take much to confuse me.  And I was thoroughly confused.

At first I thought I was hearing things, thank you Zak Bagans, and when it dawned on me that I wasn't, I just stood there refusing to turn around.  Maybe they would go away.  

Have I mentioned confrontation is not my strong suit?

And then because we've were driving through the mountains looking at all these pretty streams and we kept giggling about was how hot Brad Pitt was in A River Runs Through It and Legends of the Fall I was kinda hoping for something, I don't know, something better.   

Dude, I can totally see Brad fly fishing this stream.  

I mean, how in the hell did someone recognize me?  There was only one other family stupid enough to be out on the beach besides my sister and I, and I was in about fourteen layers, excluding hats and gloves, since it had been raining for like three months solid there.  I was a cold, damp, soggy mess.  

This was the most we saw of the sun.
Yeah, I can't really find it either.  

Eventually, I had to turn around because I could still hear this random man exclaiming, "Lizbeth?!?" 

Remember that other family?  

Turns out, it was an old boyfriend I had way back when, when I was in college in Cincinnati.  He now lives in Oregon doing God only knows what. 

I would have found out more but his wife was pissed as hell.  

Yeah, about the family part.  He was all super happy to see me and reminisce and his wife, well, she was not.  Boy, she was pissed.  We were barely through introductions before she hissed, and I do mean hissed, "It's raining, were leaving.  Now Andrew."  

Like and idiot I mention that were leaving too and I got such a glare-stare from ice wife I mumbled something about staying for a bit to look at the pretty agates and sea stars.

And the rain bit, seriously?  From the looks of the place, if you stood still long enough moss would grow on you.  The place practically bled water it was so damn wet from all the rain.   

She turned around and stomped away, two kids in tow.  Before I could even tell him how cute his kids were we hear, "Now, Andrew.  NOW."   

*An awkward moment here as we both look at each other wondering what to do.*

I told him to hurry up and catch up and off he went.

Someone remind me the next time I start a blog,
sea stars on the west coast are ugly.

And it took them forever and a day to leave because they had the kids, and they had to buckle them in car seats, and pile in all their beach shit in the back of the minivan, and since I was on vacation I forgot how long it takes to stuff everyone and everything in the minivan and quickly shut the door so nothing falls out, so of course we ran into them in the parking lot.

*Awkward moment number two.*

Man, was he getting his ass chewed.  Something about being stupid, could have left well enough alone, blah, blah, blah....God, I felt bad for him.

My sister and I?  We couldn't stop laughing.