Boring Can Be Fun

But with all due respect to Mr. Cent, I will not sip Bacardi like it's my birthday. Yuck. I don't even like Bacardi. What I would like to sip is a nice, cold Chardonnay. Or a Vodka Tonic (with lime). What I  will sip is a glass of chilled water with lemon in it. That's going to be the kind of Boring Fun that this blogging empire of mine was founded on. I'm 31 today. And I'm having a much easier time of it than when I turned 30. I didn't actually get all, "I'm crying in the corner of a darkened room, so please leave a message at the beep and I'll call you next week," when I turned 30, but I also didn't embrace it as, "Finally, out of my 20's and this is the decade I'll love the most, according to some article I read once!" Mostly I was just, "Ew. 30. Not 29. Not 28. Not twenty-anything. T-H-I-R-T-Y." The point is, I've accepted that my youth is behind me and I'll now enter a swift decline, so this...

Much to your joy and delight, and I'm back at last to continue the tale of our super fun family vacation to California . You already know we enjoyed an early wake-up on the day on departure, undrinkable coffee, a welcoming committee in California, and some In-n-Out goodness. So what lay in wait for your favorite little ol' Boring (sometime) blog post writer, her dashing fella, and their delightful cousin cohorts? Find out in... Part II of our Totally Tubular California Vacation! While drinking our suspiciously decanted beverages (of the Cold Rocky Mountain variety) and chowing on our tasty burgers and fries, Bruce, manning the wheel, drives us to his and Kristin's crappy little   kinda alright   pretty neat  completely kick arse house. Even if it had been a really fancy kind of cardboard shack we'd still have been thrilled to be there. Luckily, though, it wasn't. It was a very comfortable and airy house with a great kitchen (says the girl who has...

For the first time in ages--or more accurately, roughly 1 year and 7 months, the length of time I've been married--neither my facebook timeline photo or profile picture have anything to do with my wedding. This morning, I saw some photos taken a few weekends ago posted online by our cousin Kristin. She and her husband, Bruce, were in St. Augustine for a week before a belated Jamaican honeymoon, and we'd driven over to visit and spend a night with them and the Jacksonville family. Yes, they are the same Kristin and Bruce who we visited in California roughly 4 months ago, which vacation you know nothing about other than the fact that we traveled there and ate burgers. I swear, I have Part II written, I've just been insanely lazy about posting pictures to the entry so I can post it at last. (I've been insanely lazy about the whole blog thing. But, since I make no money and never made any real promises about keeping this a regular thing, well... consider this post ...