Showing posts with label vacations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacations. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Random Stall & Instant Vacation

On Thursdays, I usually post my own answers to the Random, but time got away from me. That's really bad: I don't have enough time to do my own blog meme. Instead, here is a little peek into my random head about how to get an instant vacation. I may or may not be back tomorrow with the Random answers--I'm getting ready for a weekend at the lakes with my girlfriends, so we'll see. Sometimes it takes me the equivalent of a weekend to pack for a weekend.


Look at this pristine white sand and these beautiful handiworks of God called shells. This is sand from the beach at Siesta Key and shells I collected from the shore.

Believe it or not, this is in my bedroom, soon to be at my desk at work.

How, you ask?

Simple! By putting my treasures in a fishbowl, I can take my beach anywhere I want to go. And guess what--no joke--if I stick my face right down into the bowl, I can smell the ocean!!


If only I could figure out a way, like Jeannie, to blink my eyes and be IN my "bottle!"




What would be in YOUR instant vacation "bottle" or "bowl?"

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

25th Anniversary Siesta Key Pics

First of all, if you are uncomfortable seeing Jorge the Jabanero and me in swimsuits, look away. If you are going to criticize my choice to post swimsuit pics, just grumble to yourself, please. I've been working long and hard to get to the place where I could wear a two-piece in public, and I was celebrating the achievement when I was down there. Do not rain on my parade. Just know that I automatically know some will not approve. I'm not losing sleep over it.

All we did was lounge/play games on the beach, eat, sleep. That is it. If you're looking for sight-seeing pics, these will bore you. We basically took pics of the beach, each other, and some food.

It was the best vacation we ever had.

Do you see Sarasota there? That's where we were. No tar balls on the beach. They migrated north.



The flowers you'll see were waiting for me at the condo from Jorge. That was a NICE touch.

The sand was pure white, soft as baby powder.

Did I mention it was the best vacation we've ever had?

Sigh. Here ya go, if you're interested.


Friday, July 2, 2010

The Office Assistant/Blogger Has Left the Building



I started to say "It's that time of year again," referring to vacation time, but we don't necessarily take annual vacations.

And it has been about 15 years since Jorge and I went away together for an extended period of time.

But by the time you read this, Jorge and I will be on our way to beautiful Siesta Key, Florida, for our 2nd honeymoon, a 25th anniversary celebration.

I'm having a little trouble getting started packing, and that is why I'm sitting here with you now.

I think the older I get, the more difficult it is to get up and go, you know what I mean?

I just told my mom goodbye on the phone. She was shocked that we are leaving, even though I was just plucking her eyebrows at her house last night telling her all about Siesta Key and definitely told her when we were leaving. I felt a little sorry for her and told her I would call when we get there. That made her feel better.

And then she asked me, "Are you going to take shorts?"

I have no idea why she would ask that, except we had already been over the speech where she worries out loud and she couldn't think of anything else to say.

She worries, you know.

Did I mention my baby girl is at Myrtle Beach with a friend as I type this? I had to have a little talk with her before she left.

I worry, you know.

I didn't ask her if she had packed shorts.

See you all soon--lots of beach pics to follow, I hope!

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Pictures!

It begins with "Hiking the trail" and ends with "Here's where I wrote my column." If you followed my posts while I was on vacation last week, the pics will make sense. And the program will not let me correct "acquarium," which was a typo, unless maybe you wanted to "acquire" an "aquarium," and then you might say this is my "acquarium."