Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Friday, March 20, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
80 degree temperatures, warm ocean water, sugar sand beaches and sun sun sun.
I just spent nine days in the land of warm winters and it was glorious. I'm back in New Hampshire now where we hit a high of 39F today and it snowed over an inch.
Highlights from my blissful trip...
|Arrival evening at the Rooftop Bar in St. Pete|
|Pelicans in the Inter Coastal in St. Pete|
|Wishing Tree at the Dali Museum in St. Pete|
Monday, March 2, 2015
I hit the wall with the weather about two weeks ago. That's when I started looking for a way out. Low vitamin D levels & gray skies contributed to an ongoing cranky fest that wouldn't stop. My husband said to get the hell out of Dodge, go to Florida, visit friends & soak up the son.
I leave tomorrow. Neither my sons nor my husband are going but I will see one of my sons in the Keys were he's working temporarily.
Some photos from past trips.
|Holmes Beach, 2009|
|My awesome family|
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
I live in the great Northeast. Winter has been what my girlfriend used to call a "titty freezer". She used to say that when we were young, growing up in SoCal, heading to Mammoth or Tahoe to ski. That was a cakewalk compared to how cold it's been here in February.
We woke to -11F this morning. Last night, the wind chill supposedly hit -25F. It's been in the single digits or low teens most of this month...again, not including the wind chill.
Snow, snow, more snow. It just keeps coming.
I'll let the photos speak for themselves.
|12" accumulation on our rear deck Valentine's Day|
|Bundled up on a 10 degree day, shoveling...shoveling|
|Post shoveling Feb 22 with total accumulation 22"|
|Turkeys feeding on seeds and dog food my husband scatters. |
On this morning we counted 17.
|"Turkeys in Flight" by Cole Scott Photography|
Instead of shooting wild turkey, I'm inclined to drink it.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
I came home from work Friday night to find a vase of red roses, a bottle of Coppola Pinot Noir, a funny card about marriage, a box of chocolates worthy of Forrest Gump & his mamma.
As if this were not enough, the biggest surprise of all...water color paints, brushes, cold pressed paper & a book on watercolor technique.
You could have knocked me down.
I haven't seriously painted since college.
I haven't tried since ten years ago when I bought myself watercolor supplies, several books and began sketching again. I never followed through with any of it.
After profusely thanking him, I asked what made him pick up the art supplies. His answer, "You've always regretted not continuing with your art in college and I 'it's never too late' and went to the Art Store & talked with the owner about the proper supplies to get you started."
He paused and looked at me expectantly.
"Are you going to try?"
Well, yes. Yes I am.
Friday, February 6, 2015
The real story of how the teddy bear was conceived is not as cute as the myth nor this 1902 newspaper cartoon depicting President Theodore Roosevelt refusing to shoot a tethered bear cub. The myth, however, did lead to the creation of the original stuffed bear known as "Teddy's bear".
Mass production ensued and we have enjoyed teddy bears as presents, comforting toys & cherished family heirlooms for over one hundred years.
I never thought we'd see them turned into sexual provocateurs. Vermont Teddy Bear, the innocuous manufacturer of cutsey pie Teddys in PJs & Dr's whites & tee shirts & the like has gone over to the dark of should I say "grey" side with this Valentine's Day offering:
Then, some horny woman who apparently liked to find "comfort" in the arms of her Teddy bear decided to go one better & invented a teddy bear vibrator.
As one commentor on one of the articles I read put it, "I'm glad to see this is 100% washable. The thought of some child burying their face in it is horrible."