FEELING ALMOST LIKE A HOOMAN AGAIN

My Harley Stud and I decided that instead of doing something productive like working around the house today, we would take a ride on the bike and get some fresh air. Sometimes you’ve got to just ignore all that needs to be done and get away for a few hours or else you just might drop your basket. So off we went on his little two wheeled fun-mobile.

We stopped and bought a couple of subs and some water (Did I mention that Dr. Black Cloud said no more Diet Coke for MHS? EEK. The poor man is having withdrawals.) and rode to this park where we sat in the shade and ate our lunch while we enjoyed the view. There were a bunch of pelicans begging for scraps, fish guts or anything else they could get. Little boys fishing, big boys fishing, lovers on benches and lots of boats in the water were all there for our amusement.

If you look carefully, you can see the lighthouse in the distance. I always feel more at ease when I can see the lighthouse. Like an old man at sea, it guides me home. It is my beacon of hope, a reminder of light and love and all things good. It nourishes my soul.

The weekend is almost over. I plan to relax for all that is left of it. Reruns for dinner combined with a fresh salad, a loaf of bread and some wine. MHS is mowing the yard, which is usually my chore. I’m in the middle of a book that I can’t seem to put down.

God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world. Even if it’s just for tonight.

Hugs,

Smart Mouth Broad

ESCAPE

There's too much to do at the MHS/SMB household these days. It seems like all we do is work, work, work. By Saturday afternoon, both My Harley Stud and I were feeling like "who did it and ran". We needed an escape. Fortunately for us, we have a motorcycle in the garage and a beach close by. It only took me a few minutes to get ready to ride when he suggested that we "get outtahere" for awhile. MHS knows where to go to calm my nerves, unruffle my feathers and soothe my soul: The Beach. More specifically to the inlet.

The inlet calls to me. The lighthouse beckons. I love to watch the boats come in and go out. It makes my day to walk along the fisherman on the jetty and peer into their buckets to see their daily catch. It gives me great joy to walk along the sea wall and look down into the crevices between the huge rocks to search for crabs that live there. The birds are flying overhead and diving into the water to show off their superior fishing skills. There are kids with boogie boards and old men chatting on park benches. It's a people watching feast. It's clear that I'm not the only one to which the inlet calls. Young and old, sportsman and photographers, tourists and locals, we all love the inlet.

It's easy to get caught up in the tasks of day to day life and forget to take time to smell the roses or the sea salt as the case may be. Sometimes we have to remind ourselves that we live in a sub-tropical paradise.

There were no crabs to be found that day. Darn!

I did find one Mountain Dew bottle but I didn't take a picture.

Littering makes me mad.

I like it when the fisherman are bold enough to climb out onto the rocks. Then I don't have to worry about getting tangled in their lines on my crab hunt along the sea wall.

I guess it wasn't a very good day for fishing because not one bucket had something fun to see.

Look at this handsome devil trying to pick up chicks.

Isn't it lovely?

Where do you go to get away from it all?

THE HOLIDAYS IN A NUTSHELL (or is that a nut house?)

This is just one of my favorite Christmas decorations. It's how I would have to start any letter to Santa.

I've been a bad, bad blogger. I have taken a very long break and now that I've mustered the energy and found the will and the time to put my fingers back on the keyboard and return to bloggyville, I've got nothing. I read somewhere (and I apologize that I've forgotten who said it) in one of the many blogs I've read trying to catch up, that the first post of the year should be something clever, interesting and worthy of the first post of the year. Geesh! Talk about pressure. After giving the matter a great deal of consideration and still coming up with zip, zero, nada: I decided to let my camera do the talking. The following is a photographic diary of my holiday season. While you're looking at my holiday pictures, I'll be trying to think of something clever, witty and interesting for my next post. Wish me luck!

Making these n0-sew blankets for D1, D2, Nole Boy and the Officer and a Gentleman was the cause of my severe lack of sleep and very large bags under my eyes during the pre-holiday season. It was during this time that a neighbor kid who works in produce at the grocery said to me, "Hey, Ms. Smart Mouth, you look really tired." I punched him right in the face.
OK, I didn't but I really wanted to. I'm gonna have a talk with his mother about the things a man should never say to a woman.

Pixie shows her appreciation of D2's arrival home for the holidays.

We did make it to Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party and D2 and CinDEEerella wasted no time making a beeline for the candy store to get their all-day suckers. I may post more about this later.....if I remember.

The annual Christmas Eve open house went off without a hitch. The meatballs were a success again. That is my niece, SMB in Training in the striped top.
(Yes, that is MHS in a Santa tie)

We did finally get the tree decorated. Those two big ornaments in front are my favorites. *wink*

Daddy and Daisy were with us for Christmas.

Santa brought Daddy a new Seminole shirt.

An Officer and a Gentleman was home on leave. He had to leave to return to San Diego on the 26th but we were so glad to have him with us for Christmas.

Nole Boy and D2 were happy to celebrate the season together.

The Biker Nazi and The Saint arrived the day after Christmas with their two boys and a girlfriend. We took a little day trip on the bikes and explored this historic lighthouse in Jupiter.

The view from the lighthouse is beautiful. This inlet is one of my favorite places in the world. The lighthouse is actually on a military base. The white houses below are Coast Guard housing.

The gang is all ready for their night out on New Years Eve. The boys belong to the Biker Nazi and The Saint. D2 left earlier for a party with Nole Boy. They all met up later and rang in the New Year together.


D1 is all decked out in her Fancy Nancy attire for her birthday on New Years Day. Twenty-four or four? I'm not sure. *wink*

We were truly blessed with a very happy holiday season. Now everyone has left and it's just MHS and I again. .......oh.... and the Biker Nazi who decided to stay on for awhile. Stay tuned as I'm sure there will be some real blog material in the days ahead.