Sunday, June 08, 2008
the Tall Ships
Thursday, May 08, 2008
The last day of being 56
It's finally here; the last day of 56! Yippee! WhoooHooo!
A ton of stuff happened this year and now it is on to another year in the life of thebankerswife! Lots of picture taking and writing crap in the blog. Going to do some traveling and wine drinking. Not as much eating, but hey...that's ok. I am just going to be more particular of the stuff that goes into this old, er, middle aged body. More fruits and yes, more veggies! Less beef and more seafood. I am really going to TRY to drive the boat more and maybe learn to dock it this summer. More reading of books, perhaps some of the classics I missed in high school and college. I just finished a book, just a mindless "chick book," but a book, nonetheless! I am DEFINITELY planning on spending more time with the grandkids and more quality time with Joe, now that he is retiring again. And more walks with Ivy. Plus, more walks outdoors. I have gotten spoiled with roaming the beach at Sullivans Island everyday, but who wouldn't? It is the most beautiful beach I have ever seen (see pic above). I am realizing that you just have to stop and smell the roses, or at least wiggle your bare feet in the sand every once in a while. My feet both have bunions (thanks, Mom), so flip flops are great! Enough rambling from this 56 year old bankers wife and on to number 57!! Cheers!
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Boone Hall Plantation-Grounds and Gardens
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Eight Belles
Sunday, April 20, 2008
More Gardens of Charleston
Tennis
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Serena Williams
Friday, April 18, 2008
Ave Maria (Sharapova)




Monday, April 14, 2008
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Marine Corps Recruit Depot-Parris Island, SC
Monday, March 24, 2008
Charleston, South Carolina - Gardens
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
An afternoon walk on Sullivan's Island, South Carolina
Joe on the beautiful beach (doesn't he look great?!)
Cannons of Ft Moultrie (Ft Sumter in background)
Cannon at Ft Moultrie (I love these big guns!)
Behind Ft Moultrie Visitor Center (Ravenel Bridge-Route 17
in the background)
Stella Maris Catholic Church (shame that the pastor is a bit cranky)
Fisherman (sigh)
A beach pic
Cruise ship out of Charleston Harbor
Wish I lived here
Saturday, January 26, 2008
I will miss my kids here, especially my grandkids and my sister, who has cancer. Thankfully, she is winning the battle and is pretty healthy, at this writing. She and her husband plan on coming to visit us in Charleston.
But, I enjoy change, and Charleston is supposed to be one of most most amazing cities in the South. There is a wine and food festival coming up the end of February ( I would HATE to go to that!) and a major womens tennis tournament in April (I love tennis).
Charleston, Charleston, made in Carolina!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Dad
So, perhaps not that much has happened, but the things that have occurred have been huge! We are all happy, though, which is what you wanted for us.
Oh, we are having that Whitney Thanksgiving this year at Mindy's. I recall how much you enjoyed those........especially when Mom burned the pumpkin pie!
I miss you, Dad.....yeah REALLY.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
You Stink!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
College football revisited
Friday, October 26, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Sasha: One Lucky Dog
Bob and Mary Kay had recently lost their beagle, Patches to cancer. They had thought about getting another dog at some point, but had not really started looking seriously. Mary Kay stopped by Patches' vet office one day to thank him for the wonderful care that Patches had received, as she neared the end of her life. She asked the vet about rescuing a dog and he mentioned that he had a dog at the clinic that he had been treating. She was a young dog that had been accidentally run over by her owner’s own car, on the same day that Patches had died. Her back leg was shattered and her owners couldn’t afford surgery and had asked for her to be put down. The vet asked permission to operate anyway and that he would find her a home. He realized early on that she was a special dog. Mary Kay went home with Sasha that day. But, she was not in the clear yet. Mary Kay started doing a little research to try to figure out what Sasha's breeding was. She knew that her mother was a Shepherd. But, then she discovered that Sasha had a Rottweiler's coloring. So, back to the vet clinic went Sasha. I guess the vet convinced Mary Kay that she wasn't a Rotty and that she would not be a big dog. In fact, she could not get to over 50 pounds because it would put a tremendous strain on her shattered leg, which was held together with pins and plates. So, Sasha begins her life with Bob and Mary Kay.
Sasha lives in a big house in an Atlanta suburb. She has her own bed and lots of toys. She loves dog biscuits and long walks. Sasha’s life is good Mary Kay realizes that Sasha is smart, very smart. She teaches her to let her know when she needs to potty by ringing a bell on the doorknob. An invisible fence was installed for Patches, and Sasha quickly learns her boundaries. All squirrels are fair game until the tone sounds on her collar.
After a couple of years of this idyllic life, Bob and Mary Kay sell the big house and buy a town house on a lake in South Carolina and another town house in another Atlanta suburb. So, now Sasha has two places to call home. What dog wouldn’t love that? She loves to go in the car between the houses. A few days in Atlanta, then the weekends at the lake. Rides in the red boat and more long walks. No more invisible fence.
Sasha also does some traveling with Bob and Mary Kay. She has been an honored guest at our house in Tampa. She has been to the beach rental cottage a few times in Alligator Point. They plan to visit us this summer at our home in Virginia.
Yes indeed, Sasha is absolutely, one lucky dog.
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Dominican Republic Vacation
The Ocean Blue is a beautiful resort, right on the Caribbean. There is a huge pool with a swim up bar. The beach is absolutely gorgeous. Get up early and put your beach towel on a chaise or you will not find one. We upgraded our room to the "Elite Club" and it was great when there was hot water. The view from our balcony was of a vacant lot full of trash and some sort of large blue chemical drum. There were several stray dogs roaming around. You could see the Caribbean off to the side, if you leaned over the rail. The food was edible but just about everyone in our group of ten had some sort of intestinal upset. There was a huge buffet every night where you could find something to eat and a few themed restaurants in the complex. My favorite was the Mexican restaurant. Make sure if you are in a group that you make a reservation before 3 pm. The mixed drinks were hit or miss. Sometimes good, if they used the premium alcohol, but they could be really nasty if they used the locally made brands. We liked the Absolute Bloody Mary at the Lobby Bar. But, make sure that you watch the bartender pour the Absolute! There are massages, a fitness center, a casino, a theatre and water sports. If reservations are needed, make them at the beginning of your stay.
Do not, under any circumstances, fly on Spirit Airlines to get there. There is no acceptable level of customer service. They do not even know what the term means. The flight attendants are downright rude. You can only check one bag under 50 pounds and they gleefully charge you for any additional bags. The problem is that they will not guarantee that the additional bag will get on your flight. If your flight is delayed, they don't bother with any announcements. You just wait indefinitely either on the plane or in the terminal.
However, vacationing with my in laws is a riot. We seem to enjoy the same things for the most part. Laying on the beach or by the pool with our drinks. Reading, working crosswords or sudoku puzzles. Taking in the topless tourists. Shopping or fishing. It's all good!! Until next year...great job, Annie!!
Monday, March 05, 2007
Crabbing
They have come to crab.
Men,
women
boys
and girls.
Old
and young.
Black
and White.
Asian,
Indian.
straight
and gay.
And, rich and poor,
I suppose.
They sit,
they stand,
sometimes lounging
in a lawn chair
or on a blanket
or laying on the bulkhead,
waiting.
They have come to crab.
Their children skip.
And giggle.
And play together.
No barriers there.
There are
lots of crab stories
floating around.
Which is better…
the hand line or
a trap?
The round trap
or the square kind?
And the bait:
old chicken parts
or fish heads
or leftovers?
Males are “Jimmies.”
Females are “Jennys.”
Or sooks.
There are peelers,
or are they soft shells?
But, babies
are babies
and are
tossed back
into the canal
to grow into
adulthood .
Their time
in the steamer
has not yet come.
Their baptism with
Old Bay
will not be
this summer.
Pam Monahan
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Edward Ball Wakulla Springs State Park, Florida
After the tour, go to the Lodge for an ice cream. While you are licking your cone, take a gander at "Ole Joe," a 14 foot stuffed gator in a glass case. Ole Joe was brutally murdered in 1966 and his killers have never been found. Ole Joe never harmed a human or pet and he rests in his first and only cage. If you find this disturbing, it is. Not much has changed in 40 years. Man is still the most dangerous predator to wildlife.


