Beachwalking 10/26/11

• Saw a man and a boy carrying 2 super-sized Godfather's pizzas and a box of sodas to people hanging out on the beach.  Love me some Godfather's pizza!  Now if they'd been carrying a six-pack of beer, I'd have known we'd been transported to heaven.  Beer AND pizza AND the beach.  Doesn't get any better than that.
• An older man, in jacket, jeans, sneakers, was walking the beach looking down.  He walked straight up to me and asked, "You haven't seen a 10-carat diamond, have you?"  The tinge of sadness in his voice had me fixing to ask if I could help him look, then a smirky smile turned up the corner of his mouth.  I asked back, "Did you really lose one or are you just hoping to find one?"  His smile crept all the way up to his crinkled eyes.  "I'm always hopin, to find one," he said and walked off laughing.
• Noticed an ornate sand castle from way down the beach, stood 3 feet high.  When I got closer, all the towers were cone-shaped like Barbie boobs, topped with shells like nipples.  Would you guess that castle was built by 10-year old boys??
• Hate.  Kids.  Chasing.  Seabirds.  The birds have as much right to the beach as you do, non-skinny boy.  Plus when you torment them, they screech off, angry, and shoot their poop at the world.  And do you think they hit their tormentor?  Uh, no.  They splat the unsuspecting beachwalker admiring them in flight.  Me.  Happened right here on Myrtle Beach back in May.  This time I ran the other way.
• Had an idea to write an article for Elle magazine, which I personally subscribe to.  Can I write an article worthy of Elle?  Never had a laptop before.  Now I do.  Never used wifi or blogged before.  Not I'm wifi-ing and blogging like I know what I'm doing.  Maybe I can.  Won't know until I try, will I?