Your Peace...

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Greetings from Marco Island and more specifically Tigertail Beach!  My Mom, sister Lisa and I are enjoying a ‘girls vacation’ and loving every moment of it.  Lazy beach walks, shopping till we drop, and happy hour(s) are the events that pack our days.  Mom’s 80th, birthday celebration is in full force.   My sister is hosting this half of the party and then we are taking the show to the Keys on Wednesday.  We are having a wonderful time sitting around reminiscing stories from our childhood and it, is very interesting how differently we remember things.

It’s the perfect environment for the holiday that we planned.  I am having a wonderful time and feel lucky and blessed to be able to share this time with Mom and Lisa.  With the quintessential sand in our shoes and shell in our pocket, we are happy and smiling.

Have a wonderful week.  XO

Irish Celebration...

It was an epic day-St. Paddy's Day in the Florida Keys.  As usual, the day dawned sunny and gorgeous with endless shenanigan possibilities.  Lassie Shannon (O'Sullivan-Adams) assumed her usual position at our stove and served up her famous o' luscious grouper reubens.  Long moments were spent calculating our o'ffensive Irish monikers.  We decided and promptly abandoned the idea of actually using these o'stupid names!  Irish buddy, Frank O'Shea joined us for breakfast but had to hit the road before the whiskey came out.  Probably a smart move,  Frankie!

The tough decisions were made and all decided that bar hopping by boat would win out over Irish Kevin's in Key West.  'Supplies' iced down, we boarded the BabyLove and made our way over to the sand bar.  Efforts were made to hold down our kilts-true Irishmen that we are...'I'm Shippin' up to Boston' and the 'Unicorn' was blaring over the usual Pitbull heard at the sandbar.  Revelers cheered and fist pumped as the green team slowly cruised by.  A very unlikely fact was observed-kilts CAN actually garner more attention than thong bottoms!  For a moment anyways....

The day progressed as you might guess and we were treated to a magnificent Keys sunset on the way back.  If you haven't seen one-put it on your list.  The luck 'o the Irish blessed us once again with the perfect day-and the o'perfect friends to spend it with.

Happy St. Paddy's Day!  XOXO

This Feeling...

Facebook in all its wisdom, knowledge and bravery-behind-the-keyboard, recently declared that 'feeding the homeless feeds your ego.'  Apparently and evidently, that person has never experienced either end of that spectrum.

I love feeding and helping not only the homeless, but anyone who needs help.  It does nothing for my ego and everything for my soul.  I do not mention this for glory-only to share how wonderful as well as appreciative it makes me feel.

I am fortunate to be able to do it now, but I remember back in the day when things were different.  Dane and I would have had some 'hungry years' had it not been for others.  I was working two jobs and just barely squeaking along.  My parents, sister and brother in law, and even a few friends, were very generous in making sure we were eating.  My Mom cooked for us,  Lisa and Steve actually filled my freezer and Therese and others treated us to meals out.

 Did they do it for their ego?  I like to think they did it because they loved us.

Be loved and spread the love.  It's a beautiful thing. OX

That's Why I'm Here...

Otherwise, I feel fine.  I should have seen it coming-after all, I get infected every year about this time.

I started coming down with it on Saturday night when we arrived and by Sunday had a full blown case.  I'm not coughing or sneezing and I do not ache all over.  But I know I've got it.  Yep, I'm in the early stages of the "Keys Disease'."  I checked WebMD and was able to confirm what I already knew.
Symptoms are, but not limited to:
*Losing total track of what day it is-hence the day-late blog post!
*Craving fresh fish-even at breakfast
*Taking on the characteristics of an iguana and soaking up as much sunshine as possible.
*Practicing distracted driving while spotting said iguanas and dolphins.
*Generally moving at a snails pace
*Procrastinating everything BUT happy hour
*Enjoying Key Lime pie like it's my job.

That's me and I got it bad.  Think I'll just take to the pool and rest my sick 'ol self.  The only known cure is Happy Hour and luckily it's 5 o'clock somewhere!

Have a great week, my lovelies!  XO