My Prodigal... flip flops!

So, back in 2008, I was working with Piedmont Community Church down in Boiling Springs, SC.

Tommy Lupton was the pastor and the church did not have enough money to pay me (and others) to "work" for the church. So, Tommy gave me a card with money in it.

I put that money into my checking account and decided to use it for something for Look Up, where I'd be spending all my time that summer.

I bought a few pairs of Chacos, using the money Tommy gave me to partially pay for them.

My favorite pair I bought was a gray/silver pair of Chaco "flips."

Somewhere towards the end of the summer (2008) I lost these flip flops. It was a sad day when I realized they were gone. I assumed they were in the shop, where most of my things were or in the trailer, where I lived.

Fast forward to a few months ago...

I was packing all of my belongings to move to my new house, with hope that I would find my beautiful flip flops... alas... I was sad to NOT find them...

Fast forward to this morning, circa 11:12 AM...

After a morning of shipment at Old Navy, Justin "Mam-Ma, the BEAR" Washburn and I went to the driving range to hit some golf balls. We heard someone yell from the road, "BO!" which is very common, since I am a local celebrity... no wait... that's not true.

We realized we did not have correct change for the ball machine and decided to take a stroll down the street to find change for a $20 bill. Eric Knapp pulled into the parking lot in front of us. When Eric got out... he had on some old grayish looking flip flops...

"Did you find those at LUL?"
"Yeah, they yours?"
"YEAH!"
"I found them outside the shop one day!"

My flip flops, that I love so much, that were a gift from Tommy Lupton 2 years ago, that have traveled to North Carolina, Georgia, and beyond... were back!

Eric traded them out for me with some old flops I had... I say to you Eric Knapp, thank you, deeply, from the depths of my soul... THANK YOU.

Anna Beth

So, Anna Beth is my girlfriend. She's pretty great. I like her.

Instead of being all mushy and blah, blah, blah... I decided this entry will be about a fun time with AB recently.

Last night, AB, Justin "Mam-Ma" Washburn, and I went to Hardee's in TR. We wanted a big fat burger and didn't wanna go to far to get it. For some reason, I told AB that she needed to love her son... Justin... this is part of the conversation that took place while we were eating:

"Charlene! That is your son! And he's a fruit cake! That is your fault!"
"You shut up!"
"Daddy..."
"SHUT UP!"
"Don't you talk to him that way! Baby, you just keep eating."
"HEY! WOMAN!"
"Don't you dare touch me!"
"Why does my car-truck smell like rubber?!"
"I'm leaving you and taking my son and the El Camino!"
"You take that fatty, but leave me my car-truck!"
"SHUT UP!"

She's pretty great.

Cindy Goforth

So, keeping with what I said in a previous blog entry, this entry is dedicated to Cynthia Goforth, commonly known as "Cindy."

I met Cindy while working at LUL, with her daughter Anna Beth. Cindy seemed to have that "You looked at my daughter and now... now, I'm going to kill you!" look on her face. So, I knew I had to do a lot to try and impress this lady. My chance came when Cindy came up to visit/talk with AB. I told AB to go and talk with her mom and I would cover her "duties" down at the boats. This was a good moment for me. But, none of this is my favorite story of Cindy, which is what this blog is supposed to be about.

My favorite story is a tie between two stories... so, here they are...

My brakes went out on my truck, so I had to leave LUL for the day to pay $680 to fix my brakes. On my way back to camp, I stopped in Ingle's to get a drink, because my sweet tea from Chic-Fil-A was bad. While there, I ran into Steve and Cindy... Cindy was maaaaaaaaaaaaad. She looked like she could kill someone. I said, "Well, well, if it isn't the Goforths!" Cindy said, "Oh... hey..." Steve proceeded to shake my hand and we exchanged pleasantries. Come to find out, Cindy had been stung inside her mouth by a yellow jacket and was drugged up on benadryl. She was not herself... it was kinda funny... later.

One day, Cindy had invited AB and I to have supper with her. We did our usual: get out of the car, unlock her front door, go inside... except, Cindy didn't hear us. I signaled to AB to sneak around through the dining room, while I decided to sneak around to the other door to the kitchen. Cindy was playing with Dixie, their dog, and singing. I stuck my head around the corner and she had no clue I was there... then... she saw me and screamed. Turned around and there was AB... so she screamed again. It was classic.