Edgy Mama

Okay, I know I promised more in the Terriance saga. But the truth is, there isn’t any more. I’ve e-mailed the poor guy like four times, but he, clearly is quite clever, and has figured out, either 1) that I’m a middle-aged married chick with two offspring; or 2) that I’m a potentially psycho stalker.

Two, Woze is home and doing okay. She so appreciates the love notes. Although large bouquets of flowers and gift certificates to Tiffany’s would be equally welcome.

Three, I have yet to find the Gothic Ballerina costume that has my name written all over it for next weekend’s Asheville Blogger Costume Guzzler and Beer Ball. And damn, it’s been years since I put on a tutu. Other ideas?

Finally, just a cutie kid note. The other morning, I was opening the blinds and said, “Gosh, it’s dark out there.” My four-year-old piped up with: “Don’t worry, Mommy. The sky will wake up soon.”

Happy weekend to all.

My dear cousin, Wozie, had neck surgery today. The surgery went well, and she’s in recovery, but she will be in the hospital until Friday. We’re all hoping that the surgerywill helpful, as she’s been dealing with severe pain for a long time. And her recovery will be a tough road.

So, if you have any little love notes or well wishes for Woze, please let ‘em fly. I’ll e-mail them to her cute husband to read to her at the hospital. But let’s try not to make her laugh too hard–we don’t want to undo the surgeon’s good work.

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Oh, yes, we heard back from the romantic Terriance, via e-mail, the very next day (start here for the whole story):

“Helloo you to all, I am impress and thrilled that you have found the massage the in the bottle, you all have made me so happy.

It is a miracle. My name is Terriance i am dark and hansome and i love passion. I am from the Bahamas, a little island call Marsh harbour Abaco. A population of 15,000 people. My Town is very pretty nice beaches and lot of small islands arround it.

I am now in (HAWAII) for five days.I leave on Saturday Nov-8-05 back to the Bahamas My cell phone Number is xxxxxxx call me let have chat ladies. My Bahamian cell is xxxxxxx.

I am sending you a photo of me in the attachments

I hope to see you all soon for the foot (RUB).

I looking for new friends arround the world. I love to travel.

You are the best girls.Please stay in touch. Yes i baby ha ha ha ha Happy goes…………..

Terriance”

Isn’t he adorable? So you know, the photo was not attached. I have since asked Terriance to resend it, but he has not. Also, he has yet to answer the question about the date which he heaved his message into the ocean. But is there more? Oh yes. And where do you think us sexy Moms should be vacationing in 2006?

Start here if you have no clue what I’m writing about.

Here is the e-mail that we sent to Terriance Edgecombe the day after discovering his message in a bottle afloat on the wine-dark sea:

Dear Terriance,
Yesterday, in the wake of Tropical Storm Tammy, we discovered your bottle
on Amelia Island Beach in Florida, with your message intact and dry.

We are seven women from North Carolina here for a short vacation together.
We were thrilled to find the bottle and did not open it immediately, but enjoyed speculating about its contents and living with its mystery for several hours.

Your message is not dated. When did you consign it to the sea? Before
opening the bottle, we all wrote down when we thought it had been launched, and whomever’s guess is closest wins a foot rub.

Tell us about yourself. You may reply to this e-mail address.

Best wishes and thanks for the excitement,

(Our first names).

I’m doing some guest blogging this week on Nothing Rocks Harder, as SC is getting hitched today and then setting off into the sunset for a week in Greece with his bride.

And yes, the Terriance saga will continue…here…on Monday. Happy Weekend all.

Here we are: the four eldest Glenn cousins, in 1967 (dating myself–ouch!). Props to the correct guesser of who is who. John is obvious. Your other choices are between Libs, Woze, and myself.

“Hello to you.
My name is….Terriance Edgecombe.
I am from Abaco, Bahamas. I always wanted put a massage in a bottle. If you find this please send me a post card.

My address is XXXXXX Abaco, Bahamas. Email XXXXX. I hope to see you one day.

Thank you.”

I’ve always wanted a massage in a bottle. For the record, my supposition (number five below), was that the bottle tosser was male.

Did we e-mail the romantically named and inclined Bahamian? Check back later…for more.

The uncorking of the bottle commences. The barnacled wine bottle was well and deeply re-corked. I have photos of the women observing the uncorking, but these chicks are all Asheville movers and shakers, and they don’t want photos of themselves in beach wear on my blog. Do you even care? No, you don’t. Because what you want to know is…

…what we discovered.

One of the highlights of our book club’s trip to Amelia Island last weekend was the discovery of, yes, a message in a bottle, on the storm-tossed beach in the wake of Tropical Storm Tammy.

My friend B found the bottle, bouncing in the surf, which was littered with debris from the storm. A Hefty ziplock bag, protecting a tantalizingly folded piece of paper, showed through the bottle’s green glass.

As a group, we decided to live, for a few hours, with the mysterious presence of the bottle. Unfortunately, the barnacles adhering to it made it a rather pungent guest, so the bottle was banished to the porch.

Before opening it, we decided make some guesses as to what its contents might be. A few of our supppositions were:

1. A cry for help from a woman who witnessed a crime (probably drug-related) and was subsequently kidnapped and being held captive on a yacht.

2. A woman stranded on a desert island, anxious about her lack of internet service, asking if the bottle’s discoverer would please post the enclosed message on her blog (this was not my guess, though I inspired it).

3. A homeschooling assignment.

4. A scorned female, who, in her moment of rejection, drank the bottle of wine, then enclosed a letter to her former lover with a lock of her hair, which she had shorn in her grief.

5. A man, in love with a woman he can’t have. As he can’t tell her or anyone else how he feels, he releases his passion in a love note, then consigns it to the sea.

6. A confession that cannot be told.

7. The numbers to a Swiss bank account.

And, now, for your suppositions. The tale will continue to unfold…tomorrow.