Monday, September 3, 2012

*Insert NATIONAL LAMPOONS VACATION theme song Here*

For me, there are 2 types of vacation.  

Family Vacations and R&R Vacations.  

There is no R&R during a family vacation.  It's all work. 
 But worth every minute!


Who wouldn't want to run into this every time they turned around?


And how can you measure the sweetness in a five year olds smile while they savor the ocean breeze and await the days new list of fun things to do...


There are plenty of laughs...


And an overdose of sweetness...


Special Moments...


Good food!


Good times!


Bonding...


Enjoying warm summer nights....



Making new friends...


Planning each day...  each hour...  each minute.


Making Memories.


I cherish my times with family.  


And thank God for His mysterious, beautiful way of bringing everything together for good.


Sunday, September 2, 2012

Freedom and a Big Dog named Sampson

Dear Diary,  I spent the week in jail. Met a big dude named Sampson.   When the folks came to pick me up, I over-reacted just a bit. I was happy for my freedom.  That and sleeping in a real bed again.  It's what life's all about.  I'll never be bad again.  Hey wait.  Was I bad?  Gracie.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Something Terribly Wrong

We're getting 9 inch green beans from our garden.  Wow!  I had never seen such a huge green bean before.  



We'll be taking these fresh veggies with us tomorrow as we head for Ocean City and the beach!  I'll be taking a blog break because I will be busy having fun in the sun with family.

I'm sad to leave Gracie behind.   I miss her already.  She looked a little worried en route to the kennel.


Dear Diary,

There's something terribly wrong here.  Terribly wrong. 

 Dad and I took mom to the kennel... for the week.   You see, he and I planned on beachin' it with the kiddo's...  a little Frisbee on the beach, some cookies here and there... and some much needed R&R,  Time away from the nag Mom.  
When we got to the kennel,  Mom pushed me into one of those prison cages (just like Gretel pushed the wicked witch into the oven in the Hansel and Gretel story that I heard mom tell Rissi one day...) and then she locked the cage door and left with dad.  Doesn't dad get it?  Doesn't he know what she's done?  Doesn't he miss me yet?  Gracie.