The things I do for content…
This was both for creating content as well as an excuse to bring Beebee with me to the beach. Not that I need an excuse, it’s just that going to the beach alone with a stuffed animal makes me look like a f**king lunatic. Even though I was “doing it for content,” I still looked like a f**king lunatic
Do I care? No. Did I do it anyways and take like 117 photos of Beebee enjoying the sun? Yes. Did we have a wonderful, perfect day? Yes.
I woke up bright and early at 7am so I would have a chance to get my lift in before hitting the beach. Obviously I needed a pump before going out in public. I figured that would be a given. On my way out of the house, I bumped into my grandfather who, upon seeing me in my gym attire, was very impressed that I was waking up first thing in the morning to workout. He asked me to flex for him. I then flexed for him. He was very impressed, and handed me a $20 bill saying “Go buy yourself a nice sandwich, it will make your muscles big.” SHOUTOUT GRANDPA JELLYLIFT! Bro really pulled through on that one.
I listened to his orders and bought myself a nice loaded footlong to take with me to the beach. But first… gym! Check out my killer back day workout if you want a wicked pump for YOUR next beach day.
I afterwards slipped into my beach attire, picked up a breakfast bagel from the coffee shop I work at (which happens to be outside my gym), then RAN BACK TO MY CAR TO GO BE WITH BEEBEE AGAIN!! Here she is, all cozied up in the beach bag just waiting to lay in the sun all day long:
I was on my way to the beach around 9:30am, but it didn’t really get hot until about 12:00pm. Which I anticipated! I came prepared with a book I read ages ago that I remember being really good (it’s alright I guess, granted I was like 12 when I read it), my Nightmare Line crochet project, my sandwich, my headphones and a fully charged phone to give me tunes all day long. The best part about the beach I went to is that it’s not really a beach, but a lake. There’s no cell reception where it’s located, which means I got to really unplug for the time I was there. I was off the grid!
I spent my first couple hours there working on the Nightmare Line and reading my book and jamming out to some tunes. Since it was first thing in the morning on a weekday, it was damn near empty. It felt like I was on a private beach, which was super nice to soak up before it got real hot and people (ew) starting rolling in. Beebee made great company, simply hanging out in the sun and enjoying the view across the lake.
Finding the perfect beach partner is tough. Sometimes they talk too much, sometimes they get cranky, sometimes they don’t want to swim when you want to swim, sometimes they want to swim when you don’t want to swim, sometimes they’re on a tight schedule when you want to lounge all day, but Beebee was the perfect companion. Super go-with-the-flow, no-fuss type personality. It’s probably because she’s an inanimate object.
We had a lovely time. At around 12:30 I had the first half of my sandwich!
I then went for a swim, and the day went as follows:
- Dry off
- Read/crochet until I got sleepy
- Wake up
Ideal day in my books! At around 4:30 I packed up to head out, barely realizing I had been there for almost 7 hours.
My workplace is on the way back from the lake, so I made a quick pit-stop to grab a fun little drink to end off this absolutely perfect day. One of my coworkers happened to be going on break right as I got there, so we got to chat and have our little Iced Strawberry Matchas together before she went back into work. Now I know a strawberry matcha sounds ridiculous, and when she first introduced it to me it sounded terrible, but I swear on Beebee that it’s the most delicious sh*t I have ever had, and after my coworker put me on I got addicted.
I was headed back to my car and recalled that the toyshop across the street has a HUGE Jellycat selection, so I popped over to have a little look before heading home.
I didn’t buy anything, but it was a perfect way to end my adventures before calling it a day. I blasted some tunes on the drive back and made it home safe and sound.
I often get friends who will clown on me for going to the beach alone. Even when I told my coworker that I had been there all day she was all “What?? You went alone?? What did you even do?” Which is the common response I get whenever I tell people I like going to the beach alone. Beaching alone is the best way to beach imo. You get to do whatever you want, stay as long as you like, relax and unwind… it can’t be beat!
But mind you, I wasn’t alone.
I had Beebee <3
Meet my new Jellycat: I call her Susan cause she look so Lazy
Every time I tell myself I’m going to take a break from spending so much money on Jellycats, I find reason to get another. Not that I ever necessarily need a reason, but somehow a new Jelly always makes it’s way into my arms sooner than anticipated.
But the Amore Cat Black? Boy, this lovely lady comes with quite a f**king story to tell.
I first spotted her at a bedding store in the mall. I thought she was absolutely lovely, but I had already purchased two Jellycats that day, so I didn’t take a close look. I later thought to check her out on the website, and I only fell more in love. I knew right away that my ass NEEDED an Amore Cat Black. I let the thought slip away, as finals week consumed me and the only thing on my brain was transformations of logarithm graphs, memorizing the symptoms of deficiency and toxicity of 30+ vitamins and minerals, and how the actual f**k I was going to remember the negative feedback loop of estrogen and progesterone production in the female reproductive system.
One day, as I was ignoring my studies, I was browsing Marketplace and stumbled upon this magical oasis of a listing.
AN AMORE CAT BLACK FOR $35!?!?!?!??!
Of course I had to immediately message the seller. After a painfully drawn out conversation, I discovered that this pretty thang was brand new from Christmas, and barely touched since it was purchased. The Amore Cat Black Lady (as I have been calling her) mentioned that her kids didn’t want it so that’s why she was selling it. After learning that this Amore Cat Black was living in a neglectful and unloving home, I realized it was meant to be. It was my destiny, my truth. It was MY responsibility to save her from this toxic environment, and give her a new home where she would be unconditionally loved and surrounded by many Jelly friends. We arranged to meet and she even offered it to me for $25, which was a f**king steal if I ever saw one.
And so after much anticipation, the day finally rolls around…
What an absolute disaster.
Long story short, click here.
After she stood me up, my day was absolutely ruined. I met with a friend for lunch and later with another to go shopping. While I enjoyed my time with my friends, there remained a sinking hole in my chest, carved out by the absence of an Amore Cat Black in my arms.
Do I dare buy a brand new one? They’re in stock at the bedding store in the mall and I’m here anyways…
…Was the only thing on my mind the entire time I was shopping. After parting ways with my friend, I paced back and forth in the mall. The lady at the bedding store expressed how there was only a total of 3 Amore Cat Black left across all of the stores, which was very enticing. I also recalled how the Amore Cat Black was retired, so if I didn’t get my hands on one, I might never ever forever and ever own one until I DIE. I simply could not let that be.
So I copped myself an Amore Cat Black.
Look at her. My precious lovely lazy little lady. She’s plump. She’s voluptuous. She’s handsomely show-stopping. She’s quite large for a ‘small’ Jellycat, and quite chubby too! Her lazy eyes are perfection and she’s velvety soft. God she’s so f**king perfect, f**k I love her so f**king much guys give her a f**king kiss RIGHT F**KING NOW!!!!
I decided to call her Susan, cause she look so Lazy. She has accompanied me in many endeavours over the past few days. She rode shotgun on the drive home, I’m currently editing this post with her in my arms, I took a short nap with her this afternoon… I even brought her with me to a friend’s place Friday night. F**k it! Susan at the function! She was a big hit. All the homies love Susan. I haven’t much else to say other than I love her dearly and you should to0.
And lastly, a gallery of images we took together <3