Pull up...

For 27 years, Randy I have been boating in the thumb and we are just now getting around to visit the locally famous rock.  I've heard stories and have seen pictures and on Sunday we got to see the real thing.

Yes, I have finally turned up at Turnip Rock!  And it's all that it has been cracked up to be.  A giant rock in more or less the shape of a turnip is parked up at the tip of the thumb in Port Austin, Michigan.  It is a favorite destination for photographers as well as kayaker's and we witnessed at least 75 colorful boats paddling about.  Sunbathers and other Sand Bar Sunday celebrators were out in full force on this day where the sky was Caribbean blue and the water was Keys aqua.  The water temperature was 74 degrees, so even my wimpy self got in and enjoyed a swim and a walk on the hard sand bottom.

Without sounding too much like a PSA, if you get the chance, visit Turnip Rock and see this hidden jewel.  It is only accessible by water, but totally worth the effort it may take to get there.

Peas, lettuce recommend if you carrot all, to make a date and beet feet to Turnip Rock.  Honey Dew it-it won't kale you. Just don't (en)dive off the rock!  I've bean there and I promise it will ring your bell (pepper!)

Have a wonderous week, from this giant cornball!  xoxo

She Thinks My Tractors Sexy...

Yes, my brother-in-laws tractor is indeed sexy!  But I'll tell you what else is sexy-a 80 degree afternoon spent cleaning up our beach.  Burning brush, picking up sticks and weeds and raking the shoreline.  Sexy was plunging into the surprisingly warm waves of Lake Huron and rinsing the dirt off ourselves. Enjoying a cold beer and a hot shower.  Tucking into a great steak at a new restaurant with Randy, Mark and Cheryl.  Indulging in chocolate chip cheesecake (say that one fast!) with Ghirardelli sauce.  Going to bed and sleeping like a baby only to wake up to coffee and sore muscles.

  Feeling empowered while viewing our efforts on the cleaned up beach?  Now THAT is sexy!

Whole Lotta Shakin' Goin' On!

I count on Yahoo news to keep my abreast on all that's shakin'.  And apparently last week on Brighton Beach there was a whole lotta shakin' goin' on.

Seems that a man and a woman were having sex on a crowded beach.  The article gave us the mental image with very few details-.EXCEPT the most important thing...THE WOMAN WAS HOLDING A CAN OF LAGER.  Huh?  We already know she was naked and on her back but HOLDING A CAN OF LAGER was a detail that completed the picture.  Don't leave us hanging without expounding on this important tidbit!  They could have easily continued the story by giving us the exact brand and ounces of said beverage.  Import or domestic?  Was the can encased in a colorful coozie?  Maybe a clever 'Sex on the Beach' logo?   Was it was a lo-cal beverage because she surely wants to look her finest while having sex in public while HOLDING A CAN OF LAGER!!  Did she manage to not spill any lager and did she stop for a few sips while gettin' busy?

It kills me that there were no follow up details-such maybe visit from the police and a possible arrest or two?  Maybe a couple of new names on the sex offenders list?

Sheesh..the things that qualify as 'news' these days.  If you know how this epic ended up, tell me, please.  This inquiring mind wants to know!

Have a fantastic week and stay cool!  XO

Raise your Glass...

How to maximize a July 4th. holiday that already includes, BBQ's, bonfires, boating, beer and BOOM BOOMS?

Well, may I suggest piling into a giant floating pink flamingo?  Inflated, launched and named 'Karen' (for reasons I cannot share-this is a family blog!), she was ready to host the party.  Yep, on a perfect sunny day, we all moved the party to a giant bird that could be seen a mile away-we checked!  Tinkled pink just to be together, we toasted friendship, family and fun.  

Pinkies up and cheers to the red white and blue.  And don't forget about the pink!.  Karen's the name and floatins her game.   Happy July, Dollfriends!

Barracuda...

Man, how time flies…. Seems just like yesterday, (43 years ago!) on a 90 degree day in June, amidst puddles of sweat, we squirmed impatiently waiting to receive our 'walking papers.'  We threw our caps in the air and our robes in the return bin eager to get on with the big plans for our immediate future.  Bolting to Joni's Plymouth Barracuda, we cranked up a Heart song by the same name and headed over to the Sandie's for a quick dip.  We were young and free with not only the summer, but our whole lives ahead of us. But now, a skinny dip was in order with a bonfire later and most likely some Boone's Farm to boot.  It was the Bicentennial year and we were graduated and free to drink, vote, gamble.  Adults we were, and life was good.

On Sunday we celebrated our dear friend Lexi, with a fabulous party on a perfect day.  The kids tolerated us and our stories of our own launching into a world without the insulation of high school.  But the times have changed...I feel sorry that the innocence we had seems to be missing in the world that these kids have to embrace.  Their lives seem easier yet somehow harder.  Does that even make any sense?  Social media and life pressures adds a whole new color to their lives and I would not want to trade places with any of them.

Congrats, dear darling girl.  We are proud of you and can't wait to see what the future brings you.  The world is your oyster, and you can be anything you want to be.

And me? I'm just happy being old and having fond memories of the Sandie's and Boone's Farm.  Ahhhh, those were the days...

Have a great week. XO