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.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
I Believe
I believe in Jesus Christ, The Word made flesh.
I believe in the Holy Spirit, the giver of life.
I believe in the Blessed Trinity.
I believe in Life after death.
I believe that God creates gays and straights.
I believe that music is a gift from God.
I believe that prayer changes things.
I believe in love.
I believe in miracles.
I believe in lots of hugs.
I believe in forgiveness.
I believe that confession is good for the soul.
I believe in public education.
I believe that teachers are great.
I believe that every cloud has a silver lining.
I believe in the right to life.
I believe in angels
I believe that the devil is alive and well.
I believe that Elvis is dead.
I believe that John Lennon sings in Heaven.
I believe in equality.
I believe that nuclear weapons should be dismantled.
I believe that world peace is possible.
I believe in telling the truth.
I believe in honesty.
I believe in saying “I love you.”
I believe in sleeping in on Saturdays.
I believe in taking a nap.
I believe that golf is a humbling sport.
I believe that jellyfish are useless.
I believe that dolphins are intelligent.
I believe in walking on the beach at sunset.
I believe in holding hands.
I believe in drinking margaritas with salt.
I believe in my children.
I believe in my husband.
I believe that my husband is my best friend.
I believe in family vacations.
I believe in family meals.
I believe that the family that prays together stays together.
I believe that families are forever.
I believe that step-parents love their step-children.
I believe in community service.
I believe that the earth wasn’t made in a day.
I believe that a dog is a person’s best friend.
I believe that diamonds are a girl’s best friend.
I believe in reading at the beach.
I believe that sucking in your tummy is a waste.
I believe in rocking in a hammock.
I believe that there is a cure for AIDS.
I believe that chicken soup works.
I believe in ghosts.
I believe that dreams contain messages.
I believe that nothing is a coincidence.
I believe in reading to children.
I believe in owning an inexpensive car.
I believe in recycling.
I believe in drinking good wine.
I believe that the United States is the best country in the world.
I believe in patriotism.
I believe in rock and roll.
I believe in being generous with praise.
I believe in being kind to everyone I meet.
I believe in you.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Missing My Mom
I miss you, Mom.
I miss telling you what is going on in my life,
talking to you about my kids
and about Joe
and the dogs.
I miss confiding mother/daughter things.
I miss our shopping at Center Shops
and dropping by Dad’s office,
then going to Shoney’s.
I miss dress up
and borrowing your jewelry.
I miss being tucked into bed,
lasagna from a box,
jelly donuts
and pineapple sherbet
melting all over.
I miss coffee ice cream.
I miss lobstah
and picking crabs.
I miss the beach
with baby oil and iodine,
sandy tuna sandwiches
and hungry seagulls.
I miss stories about Pierre,
the Boston Bruins,
Howard Johnson’s and
that cocky air cadet.
I miss hearing about the first Thanksgiving.
I miss burned pumpkin pie
and gathering pecans.
I miss the Derby parties,
especially the mint juleps
with simple syrup.
I miss our wine.
I miss watching you dance.
I miss your laugh
and your smile.
I miss your advice.
and your opinionated opinions.
I miss your hugs.
I miss your unconditional love.
I miss you, Mom.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Dog Days at Alligator Point
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Rattlefish Reef Restaurant
Monday, February 12, 2007
Alligator Point
This week, Joe and I are going to one of our favorite places, Alligator Point, Florida. Our house in Tampa is for sale with no lookers, so we are outta here!!! Alligator Point is on the Panhandle, southwest of Tallahassee on the Gulf of Mexico. This is our 4th visit to the same rental beach cottage, aptly named the "Gulf Breeze." The house is, in a word, rustic. But, it is the beach that we go for. Miles of private beach. Did I mention that it is in BFE? You can literally walk for miles and not see a soul. Fifteen miles to the nearest grocery store. Yeah, buddy. Low tide at Alligator Point is amazing. You can walk out a hundred yards into the Gulf of Mexico. See picture below right. Ivy, our yellow lab, loves to swim and dive for sand dollars. It is a sand dollar mecca. There
are thousands of them, both alive and well, fossilized. If you need to collect some for a craft project or to hang on your Christmas tree, this is the place. Sunrise (yes, I have been known to get up for that, in fact I took the picture below) is equally spectacular. There are also scallop
s (in season) and loggerhead turtle nests. My Way Seafood Market in Panacea has the freshest seafood around. We love the oysters, the Bugs (Florida Lobster; ask for the tail to be split), and the shrimp (ask for heads off, worth the extra money). Our best friends, Bob and Mary Kay are coming for a few days from Georgia, so we will be drinking some wine also, believe it or not. More on Alligator Point when we return!
Monday, February 05, 2007
My second high school career and advice to parents
And, I really enjoyed my band experience, even though I can't read or play the first note of music. Seriously though, I really did enjoy being a band parent. As it should be. Turns out that Joey was a very gifted trumpet player. So, my second high school go 'round was filled with marching band competitions, auditions, rehearsals, concerts, Band Booster meetings, and music lessons. A air conditioned/heated concert hall was a much more comfortable environment for a parent and than a cold or rainy or steaming hot baseball field or soccer field. My advice to parents: start those music lessons early!! And don't forget to read with your kids, even through high school.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Sukothai Restaurant
We got there about 6:30pm and we were the only people there. I know, we must be getting old to eat that early. I ordered the plum wine and Joe had his normal, boring Sterling Cab. The server was a perky Asian female, reasonably attentive.
We started with the pan fried dumplings as an appetizer. Joe ate a lot of these in Taiwan when he was stationed there in the Air Force and together we have eaten and prepared a lot of them over the years and consider ourselves connoisseurs. These dumps were EXCELLENT. They were light, crispy, and flavorful with just enough filling. The dipping sauce was perfect, not too much soy.
For dinner I had the Panang Beef (sliced beef cooked in red curry and coconut cream) and Joe had the Goong Gub Pla (grouper filet topped with shrimp and ginger). He had his prepared medium spicy and I had mine "hot, but not VERY hot." Well, it was VERY, VERY HOT!! But that said, it was delicious and the presentation superb. They use those nifty square plates with the turned up corners, very cool.
I needed water and another plum wine to offset the heat of my dinner and they were delivered promptly. It was a great experience and we will go back again. Please add your comments if you have eaten there.
http://www.sukhothairestaurant.net
