At least that's what it felt like as I was walking away. For the first time since I woke one morning all "developed" as my mother called it. (I called it getting side swiped by puberty so hard my future grandchildren felt it.) And for all you women that wish for bigger... assets...trust me when I say this: you have  no idea what you are asking for.

Let me give you a snapshot of how life is for someone like me: People stare. All the time. And its aggravating. Upon meeting a new person, your eyes are always the second thing they see. Old men wink at you at the grocery store. The pizza guy loses all sense of how to make change. And prudish old ladies give you bad looks. Even your friends stare! You can forget pretty little tank tops with whisper thin straps too, because unless they're made of the web of Spider Man, you are in trouble...

Its finally beginning to feel like springtime outside. I was about to give up hope that we would ever have sunshine again! Thank the good lord we only have one January and February per year cause I'd couldn't take another one.

 Everybody else around here must feel the same because signs of life are already starting to pop up around town and at the beach after this long cold winter. Shops that close during the latter months of the year are getting ready to open back up, the wedding season is getting in gear, Easter is just around the corner and kids everywhere are sitting on pins and needles awaiting their spring breaks.

I can't wait. While I love the fall and the holidays, I adore our summers and the older I get the better they get. Now that's not to say that I don't do my share of complaining about the astronomical heat or those "dag-gum tourist" that drive like erratic morons searching for the closest buffet, restroom, and parking spot. This ritual complaining is like a perk of being a local-we need the tourists and their money but we still reserve the right to gripe about not being able to drive down 501 or having to search out secluded spots on the coast to be able to enjoy the beach.

Lately, the local griping noise has started early and aggressively due to the debut of TLC's latest reality series that filmed last year at Patrick’s Mobile Home Park off Highway 15. Titled "Welcome to Myrtle Manor" the "docu-series" follows the lives of residents in the Myrtle Manor trailer park