today . . .

they do some carving on my chest.  read my side bar.  slather on that sunscreen.  don't be a schmuck.  a tan doesn't look all that great with scars crisscrossing it.

and then of course there's  50% off at Loft.  today.  all day.  do you think i could ditch the dermatologist and go shopping instead????  there's one more summer dress i have been slurping over.

oh and here's the last one.

this one came with two maitr d'.  all dresses should do that.

and finally . . .

i've lost count of the days . . . that's what a vacation is for . . . but here we are in nassau.

don't you love my choices?  an artificial reef?

a close up of said artificial reef:

 and the lighthouse attached to said reef.

yes, i took lots of pictures of bustling downtown nassau swarming with tourists just like me ambling about looking for whatever makes them happy.  thing is, nassau didn't make me happy.  i don't mean to complain but really, the theme parks do a better job at nassau then nassau does.  it's dirty and grubby and pushy.  but it has a great lighthouse and artificial pier.

and then the oddities . . .

as usual.

just call me frog lady and yes, i stole this off the wall.  don't get all uppity, i put it back.

this was a personal favorite.  he was guarding a door.  i would have brought him home but i figured since he didn't have a passport, he wouldn't make it though customs.

and this for kidlet, a yarn bombed tree/bush.  i guess it gets cold there at night.

adios, bermuda.  til we meet again.

hello, bermuda . . .

day 4 and 5 - april 14 and 15, 2015

we made it.  we didn't disappear into the fog never to be seen again although there might be a few staff members who wish we had.  isn't the first shot you take in bermuda always of slugs?  it is in my world.  they were crawling around in the grass by the handful.  i must admit they looked much better all soaked in garlic on my dinner plate:
i've been called a loose cannon before but, oh never mind.  the weather was sterling as we hooked a ride on the ferry from the docks to hamilton and on by bus to st. georges.

 both were preferred modes of transportation to this guy.  ouch.

 lee and i made it our business to have a local beer in each port in honor of glenn and the 9TS.  slurp!

if you're wondering why lee is in absentia, it's because we have a deal that she gets to approve all shots and we have been, well, under the weather.  which is not the same as under the suds.  and not near as much fun.  i will edit her back in when we rise from the dead.

and then there is this shot of me with one of a series of statues.  don't ask.  i have absolutely no answer.

i do like her bracelet though.  she wouldn't share.  are you trying to count my freckles?  don't it's a lost cause.

just another day with popeye . . .

day 3 - april 13, 2015

much the same as day 2 but a cold front came through.  we spent the afternoon badgering tommy the assistant maitr d, into finding us new table mates.  our old ones needed an overhaul.  it was like sitting with morticia and norman bates' mother.  we begged and pleaded and threatened mutiny.  at least tommy spoke more english than most.  hey, it's an italian line, what did you expect.

by dinner time, we were happily seating with a funny couple from the villages.  tommy had done good.

keeping swimming, lee, we're almost there . . .

day 2 - april 12, 2015

cue the shark music.   waking up in the bermuda triangle. 

da dun.  da dun. 

spent the day laying in the sun, drinking bloody mary's and eating.  eating a lot.  did i mention we had this tiny little balcony?

we tried to convince them that we needed lounge chairs for our tiny balcony but poor alberto, our cabin steward, from bali, said no.  he was really very sweet but yes and no were the mainstay of his vocabulary.  he learned 'ice' and that made us happy. 

i have uber amounts of shots of the ship but they really are just the normal crystal staircases. orange bars and food stuffed buffets.  they wouldn't let us take shots of the areas we got escorted out of.  and they had the audacity to put an age limit on the tube slide in the kids area.  pffffttttt.  we were totally game.

over the bounding sea . . .

saturday, april 11, 2015 - day one.

up at 4:45 to toss the bags into kidlet's car, pick up lee, and head out to our bus pick up point. 

one slight little problem.  the bus company the tour service hired forgot to schedule a driver.  having sent kidlet home and back to bed, we decided to nosh away the two hour wait for our bus and driver.

another quick stop at the kennel club to pick up seventeen red hat ladies . . . oh yes we did . . . we were finally on our way to the port of miami.  yay.

and got on board this monster:

just us and 4,361 other happy people.

just bury me . . .

i'm alive.  just barely.  got home on saturday with lots of pictures and an lower respiratory infection.   as soon as i can breathe again, i will post the fun and games.

jeanne, with the flair for dramatics.

most amazing . . .

german chocolate cake delivered fresh from my next door neighbor, nancy.  made my day. 

happy easter all!!!!!

have you figured out yet that i am . . .

a shoe ho?

and i am drooling.  look at these cute little flats from my favorite shoe company, Lucky Brand.

please excuse the fuzz, i guess they don't like sharing.  i have so many peach, coral tops crying in my closet for these dudes.  and they could keep my pink ones, and plaid ones, and beige ones, blue ones and blue floral ones company.  it's an addiction.

am i done, nope.  now these cuties . . . i love.  could i wear them? 

we won't discuss that.  still drooling.

i think it is time to balance my check book.

what happens when a bored housewife . . .

is left with an empty room that begs for decoration?

this:

we're going nautical.  well of course, the ocean is a mere 21,120 steps away, so why not.  in truth, the 9TS had all of his father's old fishing poles and they were sitting in the garage gathering dust.  so i moved them to the guest bedroom so they can gather dust there instead.  they're kind of sentimental-ish that way, not that i am big on fishing because i am not.  i want my fish served on a plate in a nice restaurant with a glass of something, something to go with. 

but the last time that room had any decor, kidlet was still in high school and it was draped in stinky running clothes, lost homework assignments and piles of books.  it's time for a change.  i also have a framed photo of a painting of my great, great grandfather's sailing ship.  well, not his but he was the captain.  except it too sat in the garage and something on top of it pressed the photo into the glass and pulled a tiny bit of photo off with it.  so if i catch you looking for it, you'll be busted for reading my blog.

the rest will come from home goods.  oh and i have an old but clean crab net stashed in the garage too.  can we call the style garage shabby chic?

and this little goodie appeared on facebook, so i lifted it because, well, just look: