I have lived near the beach all of my life. I was born in Wilmington, North Carolina, and one of my earliest memories is of digging my fingers into the warm, wet sand. I've heard stories of when my mother used to sit me at the water's edge, and I"d laugh and play as the surf washed up around my chubby legs.
In our elementary school days, my friends and I would spend our summers at the beach, taking turns burying each other in the sand up to our chins. We collected many different types of seashells--pointed, spiral ones that we used to call a unicorn's horn, conch shells, sand dollar pieces, and not to forget the big beautiful ones that made great necklaces. But mostly, we played in the water, jumping over the high waves, or sitting in the surf as the waves knocked us all around, and screaming at the rush of salt water up our nose. .
Then, I was in high school, and the beach was where the gorgeous, sun-bleached surfers rode the waves and walked the shores all day. Now I never entered the water, I looked horrible with wet hair! Instead, my friends and I laid on huge, oversized beach towels, smelling of suntan oils, and baking in the sun. We made a point to turn over about every fifteen minutes so that we wouldn't burn, well that, and to peep out at the guys.
Now that I"m in college, and working I have little time to visit the beach during the day. .
Even so, I enjoy going to the beach at night almost as much as I do during the day. I love walking along the surf under a cast of pale moonlight, listening to the waves pounding the shore, and feeling the sharp seashells against my tender feet. The sound of gentle breezes rustling the sea grass, and the calling of the gulls together make a soothing song.
Though I have always loved the beach, I don't think it has always loved me back. I can recall quite vividly the horrible, gritty crunch of the mouthful of sand I took when I was little.
This advertisement has a woman lounging in a chair on the deck of a beach house gazing into the clear baby blue sky as she sips a full glass of Carta Nevada. In the lower right-hand corner is a small caption that reads, "Lazy days on the veranda. ... The caption helps this ad by allowing the reader to get a more in-depth mental picture about the "Lazy days" and relaxing on the beach with close friends. ...
I think the problem is that I have been too lazy and unmodivated (is that a word?) ... I think that meditation would be a great way, but everytime I close my eyes for twenty seconds, Sid starts whining, or the phone rings,. or I start to concentrate, instead of on a sandy beach at sunset, on the majestic Mt. ... I think that these days, stress is one of the biggest focal points in most aspects of life-- how to avoid it, how to manage it, what's good, what's bad. ...
By letting families stay on welfare for extended periods of time, we are only creating a lazy, dependent culture. ... Many of the families on welfare are poor and lazy. ... Not the immigrants, who come to America looking for freedom and a new life, I'm talking of the ones who invade our beaches and our borders, and head straight for the welfare sign-up desk. ... The greedy people, the lazy families, the leeching immigrants they all signal that we need to change the system. ... I am not saying that welfare is not needed, I am only saying that I am tired of having to work long days whil...
People don't have time to go home and cook a fully nutritional meal for the whole family after a hard days work. ... Weight loss commercials are almost on, on every channel these days. ... In the old days people would go to the gym three four times a week and work out to lose weight and look good. ... I think that they should use that technology to make people become less lazy and have them do something productive once in a while. Have them go to the gym, the beach, or play some sport with there friends or relatives. ...
In the summer months the days are perfect, blue sky, hot sunny sun, ah, the bliss! ... The tranquillity that surrounds Port Burwell is possibly an opiate for the masses, as soon as anybody arrives there they almost immediately go into some sort of lazy comatose state, I know I did exactly the same. The beach is home to one of the great lakes that links Canada to America, it is so huge that it looks like the sea, even on the clearest of days you can't see the other side. ... Funny story about this beach, I call it the paranoid seagull. There once was a travel writer, she went to a beach. ...
Instead, I was able to form a decent thesis to go off of and feel satisfied for at least a few more days. ... Honestly though, I am lazy and the only way I can begin to think about what I have to write is to clear my mind. ... Depending on the situation I may go to the gym or the beach in order to motivate myself to get my assignment done. ... The best cure to clear my mind and get myself going is to go to the beach and surf. ... Playing guitar and cigarettes are also other ways I bypass my laziness. ...
Furthermore, it would be most gullible to imply that students are, for the most part, lazy and lack the ability to pay attention in class; if this were truly the case, they would not be able to maintain good grades in school. ... The bottom line is those who do not pay attention in class and who are lazy, don't usually last through their first year at U-Mass. ... If he whines so much about how he hates the college system and how he dislikes the students" reactions to his lectures, then how could that be anything other than a hint to retire, go down to Florida, and spend the rest of his...
Her early childhood was spent working for her grandparents in the restaurant and on the beach. ... Her early childhood was spent working for her grandparents in the restaurant and on the beach. As a kid she would go to the beach and while she was there she would notice that most of the blacks were wearing clothes to swim in. ... Growing up she was told by the whites that she was ugly and lazy and that, "Niggas ain't shit." ... In the jail there was a "riot" and everyone seemed to benefit from this within the next few days almost everyone was released. ...
As Allison interviews her on camera, George meets up with his old friend Tibor, who asks what he's up to these days: "Another brilliant series?" ... "She was, at that time, rather plump and lazy." ... She tried to remain calm, but she felt desperate; just off the beach, she was naked. ... Maria, apparently bored with this story, finishes her cake and, licking her fingers, walks off down the beach. ... She didn't know, but the beach crowd was already leaving to dress for dinner. ...
