Saturday, April 2, 2011

And Everyone in Between

We have our desktop set on a random slideshow for our screen saver.  Every so ofter the screen flips to the various pictures we have taken over the years and it never fails to bring up good memories.  This time it spurred me to blog about more good times we had in the middle of our revolving visitors door.  Here's to the ones who kept us company after Christmas and before February break.
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Rolling with the Fiedellecks and Rislings has definitely ruined us when it comes to traveling! Carol, Gerry, Ed and Glenda sure know how to pick the best spots to set up shop, dine and sun bathe!  Thanks to them, gone are the days of 2 star hotels and low budget gigs.  Which also means that they will have the burden of having us tag along wherever they go.  Gerry, Carol, Glenda and Ed, come back!!! I beg of you.   We want tuna from Mark's!
Mat's family Inc. who never fail to wine and dine us!  Their top floor  condo over looks the city of PV on one side and the beach on the other.  And if your need a clearer view you can just call up the bell boy to come spritz your glasses and shine them up for you.  


Jackie and Dallas
I think that it was hard for anyone to get a word in edge wise with all the laughing we had this night.  Or as Dallas tells it, above my constant chattering.  I just couldn't stop,  I was way too over stimulated.


 I love this picture though. Its one of my favorites.  It's pure and simple.   It truly captures the beauty of  my long time friend, Jackboy, and as much as I hate to admit it,  the charm and wit of her husband Dally,  my arch nemesis.




Jackboy, Jody, Tara


A month before these guys arrived, Jody's mom was in PV on vacation.  She was walking along the beach when a wave jumped up, grabbed her glasses, pushed her over and left her blinded on the beach.


Image the surprise to us all, when Jody's meticulous detective skills found his mom's glasses on the beach.  It appears they washed up on shore with only a few scratches.  

Jackie and I hate Tara's 6 pack abs.  We think she would be a lot easier to like if she sported a beer belly like us!
Put it away Jody. Nobody wants to get hurt.


Gerry does one hell of a fish fry.  He fed the whole village with his catch of the day.





And I can not forgot to mention our nastiest visitors, who humbly made their home inside my stomach. They stayed with us for around 6 months.  I am desperately hoping that this time they have checked out for good, as my stomach is out of space and I can not afford maternity wear.


 There was one upside to my little visitors.  They provided me with the ease of using the fast lane at the grocery store, which is reserved for the elderly, the sick and the pregnant.    I indeed filled the sick quota and if anyone had any doubt they would just chalk it up to 5 months of pregnancy.  

I found out later that the reason for my visitors to stay so long was due to the optimal environment I provided for them. Apparently my high fiber, lean protein and abundant supply of green leafy vegetables diet, was an all inclusive vacation with an added fiesta that wouldn't stop rockin'.

  So , on the advice of a good friend of mine, who is also a health fanatic, I decided to trade in my old habits for new ones.  I tried the Carl's Jr. diet combined with the Resting Heart Rate Exercise Program. 
 Unfortunately for me, I lasted one day on this regimen......My natural dose of daily endorphins sent me into a full blown withdrawal attack.   So I had to go back to the Insanity Program.


Yes, it felt like, "ding, ding, ding, put a fork in it, I'm done!"


Sorry to dissapoint you all, but this is NOT the belly of someone who is carrying a baby.  Life form yes, baby NO.  Unfortunaley the life form(s) are parasites.  YUCK!  I know, tell me about it!  Can you imagine?  Just my luck!  A germ-aphob.´s worst nightmare on steriods.

Still had to go buy maternity wear, just to fit over my parisite bump.  Maybe, I could market a new brand of clothing. 

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