A Long Little Weekend

Mountain Man and I headed out of town before you could say "Three Day Weekend." We were on the road and headed to the beach, despite the freezing temps and nasty rain.  Ain't nobody got time for that.

We cruised the coast, ate lots of seafood, drank lots of cocktails, slept, read, rested, goofed off, walked the beach, people watched, and all in all enjoyed ourselves.  

But don't take my word for it (Reading Rainbow for the win).

 

 

We had a great little weekend away, and as usual, coming home was also wonderful.  The weather made a turn for the better and we were able to enjoy the afternoon and evening on Goodwin Beach.

Hope y'all had a nice of a long weekend as the Goodwins did.

Cheerio,

Granny

Sons of Bitches

Mountain Man and I were so looking forward to this long weekend.  And we were itching to get out of town and do something different.  So back at the end of April, when it was 75 and sunny every day, we booked a few days at the coast for Memorial Day.

We could not wait to walk along the beach, get ice cream, sit outdoors and sip cocktails and people watch.

And the weather just continued to be beautiful, so we knew it would be a great weekend away.

Until of course, I saw this:

 

Seriously, dude?

Fifties and raining all weekend?

Well slap me silly and call me Sally.  

I think there will be a lot of cocktails on this trip.

Granny

That Perfect Feeling

There are a few things in life that give you that "life is perfect" feeling.  Everyone has different experiences that make us feel the ultimate sense of joy and content mixed with calm and ethereal, but for me, here are my top five.

The smells and sounds of a good rain storm (thunder an added bonus).

Peeling a clementine in one connected piece.

Seeing the first robin of spring.

Eating the most delicious piece of fruit.

Enjoying the beauty of the sky.

Keeping it short and sweet today and trying to focus on the positive while I send my heart to Oklahoma.

Ain't Nobody Got Time for That

I think there is a special ring in hell reserved for people who drive slowly.

I wish horrible and in-unutterable things about the drivers who go 5, 10, and yes, commonly 15 miles per hour UNDER the posted speed limit during my 18 mile, single road, no passing zones, drive to get to the interstate.

It fills me with rage.

When you see multiple cars stacked up behind you, pull the fuck over, you goddamn son of a bitch douche-canoe.  Or know that yes, I suck for tailgating you a bit, but the only reason I am doing that (along with flashing my lights at you) is because you are going 35 in a 50, which there is literally no excuse for unless your car is broken, in which case, pull the fuck over.

Sorry to bitch at you, internet, but I am sick of it taking me 35 minutes to go 18 miles.  Which is 5 minutes faster than it took yesterday, so yay?

 

Happy Wednesday!

World's Best Weekend

What a great weekend. 

It is always hard to come back into work Monday morning, but it is especially hard when your weekend at home felt like a weekend away at a cabin on a lake.

Which is what our house feels like most weekends.

Winner winner chicken dinner.

Saturday morning my Mountain Man took me to brunch.  Which is a big deal because he doesn't like going out to brunch.  It was lovely.

Then we did some errands which were proceeded by laying in the sun for copious amounts of hours.

  

Made a yummy dinner and watched a great movie, Django.

And talked Mountain Man into an ICE CREAM DATE.   

Booya.

Perfect Saturday.

Sunday I was up and at 'em bright and early to knock out an 11 mile run.  And it was fantastic.  Just what I needed.  BOOM.

Followed by more naps in the sun.

Followed up by a Cinco de Drinko feast for just the two of us, complete with grilled steak fajitas and a pitcher of fresh made margs.

Of which two were strong enough to knock us both on our asses.

So be kind to me today, my head hurts a bit.

Hope you all had as fantastic a weekend as we did at Goodwin Ranch.

Why It Sucks To Be Me

Get ready to break out the world's smallest violin.  I am about to tell you the number one reason it sucks to be this gal right here.

And it is especially awful this time of the year.

Mountain Man REFUSES to go with me to get ice cream after dinner at any of the various ice cream places that New England is known for.

Get in my belleh

The man hates ice cream and refuses to make the 10 minute drive to the closest ice cream shack, which means I have to go by myself (lame) or suffer at home without any soft serve (also lame).

Feel sorry for me.

Happy Friday, folks!  Hope you are ready to get your cinco de drinko on!

Granny

I'll Have Another

Last year at this time I was getting ready to head down to Louisville for the Kentucky Derbs with the greatest girls you can imagine.

And since this beautiful spring weather has me all chipper and because it is Throw Back Thursday (#tbt for the win) (#jk #ihatetbt) I wanted to just remind myself and the rest of the world how much fun I had last year doing up the Derby right.

We looked good at Churchill Downs, did we not?

Happy almost Friday, muffins.  Hope you are able to enjoy this spring weather as much as I am!

(Thank Heaven's to Betsy for this 5 day forecast.)