Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Spit Again

'You know, my son started out just like that & now he does it all the time.'
'Ha, yeah... I figure he'll figure out not to do it facing the wind soon.' 'It's a disgusting habit.'
'It really is. I do it all the time, especially when I'm in a mood.'

La Florida, as named by Ponce de Leon...Spanish for 'Place of Flowers'

...where I born & raised. Where the bulk of my clan continues to reside. A place I only visit or vacation to.

Timmy Toes marks a line in the sand that covers the well-worn-anyways walkway that leads from the crushed periwinkle parking lot to the decades old Tiki Bar....with our rooms sprinkled in between the two.

Armed with thick slices of ice-cold, hot-pink watermelon, an afternoon breeze & a slow-setting sun, we all plopped our bigs toes right on that line. Seeds tumbled, spewed, sped & shot out of our mouths. Tiny black teardrops from the heart of the melon... bounced, skipped, skidded & plopped their way into the sand & seashell shavings that would later pay host to the various vehicles of the nightly guests.

Objective? Spit your seed the furthest.

Three seeds into it, I sit out...I really have no desire to spit & three slices of watermelon later, the boys finally give, announcing the winner.

20+ feet was the record and Skinny had it by a long-shot.

22 comments:

eric313 said...

Wonderful prose! So lively and fun. Oh, to be in the Tennessee sun, sittng on a rusty glider, eating watermellon at my grandmother's old place one more time. That red soil and grass behind the outhouse as high as my little shoulders were. She had an out house. Old school.

Thank you, skinnylittleblonde! Great writing and glad to have you commneting over at the poetry scrapyard. See you!

singleton said...

You'll always hold the record skinny little surprise! You spit girl, and spit it well! ILYSVVFM

kj said...

skinny, now that you are mostly an adult, i think you're supposed to let the kids win.

:)

Bardouble29 said...

Skinny!!! You go girl!

Love the post!

Angela Marie said...

You show those boys how to do it! And to do it well! You go girl!

;)

Orhan Kahn said...

I'm sure I could have you beat ;)

she said...

i'll borrow that for a story sometime...


"don't mess with me! i'll chew you up and spit you out like skinny does a watermelon seed

-no contest"

skinnylittleblonde said...

TY Eric1313! I'm glad it brought back good memories for you. It was my first watermelon seed spitting contest. ;)

Singleton~ TY & ILY...I see you get my metaphors!

KJ~ LOL, well one of those 'kids' happened to be my hubby! Lol, actually I had no idea that I could spit so far. I thought for sure once I sat down, that they would stomp me.

Bar D~ Maybe next year you could join us? :)

Orhan~ We may just have to draw a line in the sand for that!

She~ Off Topic...but I love your comment over at Singleton's place on the Garden of Good & ...

singleton said...

Ahhhh, they're not metaphors, baby, but maybe metamorphis.....
peace, love, and a little spittle goes a long way!

Mel said...

*nodding*

I'm with ya.
Watermelon gets purchased around this joint simply for spitting rights.

:-D

Bardouble29 said...

I would LOVE to join you girls next year...wouldn't that be a hoot!

eric313 said...

hah! I was distracted by the watermelon memories yesterday. Good metaphors, you! Talk to you soon.

Matt said...

Where'd the pretty lady go?

SpongyBones said...

Oh the fun I could have with this one! Glad you all had fun and are back home safe!

Scott from Oregon said...

Put a watermelon seed on a picnic table and hit it with the backside of a spoon. It will simply disappear...

Behind Blue Eyes said...

With the new genetically engineered seedless watermelons, seed spitting will become a forgotten myth for countless future generations.

Oh, by the way, once when I was feeling rather rambunctious, I sent one of my seeds into orbit!

just me said...

The neighbor boys always raided my daddy's watermelon patch, but he didn't care. We saved the best and biggest for the end of summer weinie roast. No, it was not a barbeque, it was a big open fire where we all raced to get long sticks for our wienies and marshmellows, and it was topped off with the ice cold watermelon.

And we remembered not to swallow the seeds, as a watermelon would grow in our bellies. "How can a watermelon grow in your stomach. That don't make no sense!" But we just weren't sure...

skinnylittleblonde said...

I'm so behind on my blogging efforts...

Mel~ Tis the season, eh? Hope all is well with you. Miss you & will have to bop over soon.

BarD~ That would be so wonderful. June should be a catch all good time.

Eric1313~ I thought of you last night & began to write a poem in my head, but that's as far as it got.

Matt~ She's spitting.

Spongy~ Oh well by all means have a good time with it! Gonna meet us next year at the beach & try your spit for size?

Scott~ I'll give it a shot.

Behind~ I have never had a seedless one...any good? Probably like corn, sweeter than mother nature ever intended them.

Just Me~ LOL, yes, I can remember wondering if I had orange trees springing up in my belly as a kid... that and a gum tree.

eric313 said...

get that poem, Skinny!
grab the branch with both hands
and swing a triple flip
in metaphors over my head
the words all dare you

eric313 said...

hope you see me here
waiting for cheers
clink!

singleton said...

"announcing the winner."...
in the end,
peace wins....
Another day down, baby girl!
ILYSVVFM

skinnylittleblonde said...

Eric ~ I do more than simply see you....I hear you & feel your presence...thank you!

Singleton~ Lol, I know nothing about endings...just new beginnings!