Ok, I'll pick up where I left off...Monday morning, Sept 6, 2010...There may be what you might consider WTMI (way too much info) for the first paragraph...I woke up with a yeast infection from hell! And went to get something to cure it. Of course, the only thing available was the usual messy, goopy stuff, and it takes 3 to 5 days to work...While we were eating breakfast, the teeth near the one that had just been repaired on Friday decided to start being grumpy. It felt like someone had set up an electrical charge on them and was just jumping current from one to the other. It went on sporadically all day, but we had fun anyway. We went down to the beach at sunrise and picked out the spot we wanted to get married at and laid around awhile. Then we went and changed clothes and decided to go to the northern-most point and check out the estuary trail there. Wow! More adventure! We walked out the boardwalk and it was really beautiful. There was a path off the boardwalk thru the woods, and we debated going to see what was out that way. There were these HUGE "garden" spiders all over the place. The ones that make the zig-zags in their webs. These babies were gigantic about the size of a dessert plate with legs and all. I got a couple of sticks to swipe webs with and we started out. A couple of ladies told us that they had just seen a bald eagle over the sound, and we couldn't wait to see it. The trail was over a mile long, and we took our time and talked and laughed. There was a small notice on a little sign at the head of the trail saying that we could find ticks, chiggers and spiders on the trail. We got about 3/4 of the way down the trail and there was a park bench, so we sat down to rest. All of a sudden Chris starts slapping at his legs and rubbing them. We looked but didn't see anything except what looked like little grains of sand, and they were moving. Well, his legs down around the ankles had a BUNCH of these extremely teeny tiny tick/mite/chigger like things on them and we were trying to get them off him. We did pretty good, but everytime he would stop moving for more than about 5 seconds, they were back on him. So we hurried up to the end of the trail. No bald eagle, and more mites, so we headed back to the boardwalk. Chris got out in front and I had to practically jog to keep up. He was running thru the woods like his pants were on fire trying to get away from these things. I started singing "I want to check you for ticks" to him, but that really didn't help...We got back to the boardwalk and the car and got all the critters off him. Luckily I only had one on me and they didn't go where either of us had put on our sunscreen. I had put it on my feet too, but Chris had stopped just below his knees. Good thing he didn't stop putting it on any higher... The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I guess running thru the piney-woods of NC was enough for fate to hand out to us for one day...
On Tues, we decided to go first thing and get our marriage license. Good thing! We drove out to Manteo, on Roanoke Island and the first thing we did was drive around for 20+ minutes trying to find a place to park. There was a police officer doing the same thing, and even she couldn't park. Finally in a side lot we found a place and beat the officer to it! Then set off on the hike to the registrar of deeds office. When we got there, there must have been 20 couples trying to get a marriage license. We filled out our papers and got out the list of items we were told to bring and got a clerk. Now keep in mind I had called 3 different times and spoken to 3 different clerks and had read the website numerous times to make sure we were bringing the right things. They told me specifically NOT to bring our social security cards. We didn't...and the first thing they asked for was...our social security cards. Never looked at our birth certificates, divorce papers or anything else. When we told them we didn't have them, they got all shook up. One of the clerks said she would accept our W-2's. Well, I don't know about you, but I don't carry those things on me, and would have NEVER guessed we would have to produce THOSE of all things. So when I told her we didn't have those either, THEY ACCUSED US OF NOT FILING OUR TAXES FOR 2009!!! So now just how does this have anything at all with getting a marriage license??? Finally another clerk told us to find a branch of our bank and go there and have them print out a paper with our social security numbers on it - we knew our numbers, but that was NOT enough. I got Mom on the phone in case she was going to have to go and break into the safe deposit box to get our cards out and fax a copy over. So we went and hunted a branch of the bank. We went in and one of the people in those little cubicles said "Hi" to us and I just breezed right in and sat down and told him our problem and asked him to fix it. He did, and was very nice about it. Chris told me as we were leaving that the clerk was just being nice by speaking to me and I was supposed to take a seat and wait for someone to call us. I told Chris that you would be surprised at how much help you can get by pulling out your southern accent, being completely helpless, and then after you get what you need you just thank and appreciate the person that helped you until they can't help but smile....That's how I get alot of things done that others find impossible...I "rely on the kindness of strangers". And say that with a deep accent!
Then it was back to the registrar of deeds office. Finding another place to park and going thru the process all over again. We got a different lady and she just looked at the paper and said fill in the blanks on this form, and give me $60! So off we went with our marriage license. In the meantime another couple had come in. Now I am not being mean here just honest...The man was in his 50's and ugly as a mud fence. He was short and heavy set, dark complected - Mexican/African American- bald, pock-marked face, and a dark suit on. With him was a gorgeous, tall, thin, model-type wispy blonde dressed in a white pleated silk baby-doll with a black sash and bow around the empire-waist. When they got up to the counter, the clerk said that they had to have her birth certificate because she was JUST 18 YEARS OLD!!! Well, that was a mess, because she was from Russia and all that... It made us feel a little better that we weren't the only ones having problems with that office that day. We left there with them saying that they THOUGHT WE could bring back our marriage license and get an official copy of it on Wednesday after the ceremony. A little doubtful, but... We went and shopped at the Christmas shop and then went to the aquarium and a new place that just opened, The Island Farm. If y'all ever get to go to the OBX, don't miss seeing The Island Farm. It is an authentic 1700's farm that the Etheridge's owned. They were part of the Pea Island Life Saving Station that was manned solely by African American men and their families. It is the most interesting HANDS ON museum! I loved it that I could touch things and not feel guilty!
In a little while, I will continue with the "rest of the story..."
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