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Month: June 2004

Home sweet home! So when can I go back?

Home sweet home! So when can I go back?

Yes, you guessed correctly, I am home.  Back.  Stuck here in reality where, let’s just say it, there is no sand, no ocean an I can’t seem to find the neverending flow of fattening food, alcoholic beverages and fun that seemed to be at every turn while on vacation.  We had a blast! 

A HUGE thank you to my guest bloggers!  Mindy, Meeta, Buzz, Genuine and Mrs. Genuine and Melissa.  You all rock my world!  I appreciate you babysitting the blog for me.

While sitting here, I have tried to think of ways to tell you of the fun I had.  To describe the sheer necessity I had in me to relax and unwind and throw off the stress that I wore like cloak when I arrived and how wonderful it was shed it all while I was there.  I just can’t find the words.  Maybe a photo or two will better explain how easily I let go of my worries for a week and just enjoyed life!

My mornings went a little bit like this:

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My afternoons and evenings went a bit like this:

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Oh sure, there was time to go out and play in this:

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And of course throw the frisbee around with the kids here:

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It wasn’t all at the beach.  I mean, we did manage to actually get out of our bathing suits and go out to dinner one night.  And I did of course, have the best looking date there!

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But at the end of a long day, I had to go crawl into my bed in my overcrowded room and get some sleep so that I would have energy enough to start it all over again the next day.

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Like I said, when do I get to go back? 

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Admission

Admission

I didn’t mention this to Jenn before because I fear it could put a wrench in our friendship. Also, I didn’t think she’d let me be a guest blogger at her site if she knew this dark secret about me. (Darker than the roots on the top of my head.)

I don’t drink coffee. There I said it.

I don’t take it black, like my men or creamed or with sugar. I don’t order a “half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon” at the coffee shop.

I go to Starbucks for the WiFi and I drink a diet coke.

I’ll let you all recover.

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My Life is a Country Western Song

My Life is a Country Western Song

Yes, my life appears to be a country western song.  I start my chorus by getting sick, then I got dizzy, fell down the stairs and broke my shoulder, and now now my dog ran away.  I would say that on the scale of 1-10, my last 7 days are like about a 2.  I never think it can’t get worse, that’s why it is not a 1.  Actually, if I could get Mrs. Genuine to go into labor while my arm is in this sling and I have just taken my pain medication, that could just be the icing. 

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ECF

ECF

Hi gang!  Buzz here again.  Well, it looks like it’s another (in)famous “Eye-Candy Friday” here at Jenn’s place so I guess I better get a little sumpthin sumpthin up here!  (Ok ok, I admit it.  I just made up “Eye-Candy Friday” just now, but that’s not such a bad thing, is it?) Anyway, you all know how much she loves her Matthew, so here you go.  What a hunky beau stud, eh?

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Contrast

Contrast

Today I’m struck with the contrast of Jenn’s beach vacation and my life.

Today I started officially Potty Training my son. I potty trained my daughter at 2.5 and she was actually very good at it. I had hoped, in spite of all appearances, that my son would be very good at using the potty also.

I was wrong. He’s horrible at using the potty. All this urine is affecting my ability to guest blog.

I keep picturing Jenn on the beach with a tropical drink…I picture that as I wipe urine off my floor. I picture that as I remove all the cushions from my long suffering sofa. I picture that as I do another load of urine soaked laundry.

All I can say is I hope Jenn is having at least as much fun as me!

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