No explanation. Just a moment captured.
Have you ever been to Vegas?
David and I made our way to Sin City for 48 hours this past weekend. What brought us so far for a weekend you might ask? Some awesome friends of course! We were invited to share and celebrate in the wedding of our friends Andric and Amanda. It was a fun trip for so many reasons. First, our friends got married!!!! What is not great about that. We stayed at a dump of a hotel which allowed for great stories to follow. We didn’t gamble but we did eat a lot. We learned how to play craps and I sort of want to try my new skills out at Foxwoods. We saw naked Cirque du Soleil and my goodness are those performers strong. We walked the strip and “people watched” to our hearts content. We drank some interesting cocktails and danced ironically. We saw impersonators and water shows and listened to great music. We did not get enough sleep. But, we had a good time! Vegas in 48 hours is intense and exciting and hypnotic and not nearly enough time to see it all. But, definitely a great place to celebrate our friends!
Landing at sunset in the desertWhat you might not be able to tell from this picture is that the women with the blond hair is Holly Madison. That is right, she went to the same performance as us! A random bachelor in drag finds his way to Andric. Singing Michael Jackson. I love how casual the gamblers are about this.
Ugh our unfortunate hotel. We wanted to save money so we went to Circus Circus otherwise known as the mistake in the desert! Sheesh what a sad hotel room that was. Next time we will absolutely splurge and stay at the Wynn.Mornings in Vegas are quiet. Teacher clock still woke us before much of the city. The Wynn was so pretty inside.
Interesting horse outside of the Wynn. Clearly, having come from Circus Circus this hotel left an impression on me.
The Atrium in the VenetianThe Venetian Wine bottle art A little bit of Venice Ceasar’s Palace. Seeing it made me want to watch the Hangover again Got my rings sparkled up at Tiffany’s
The Bellagio. The Paris across the way
ChihulyDavid and the Groom, Andric. Married People!
Does going twice to the Big E make it tradition? I declare that it does. Somehow it feels more like Fall now that we have eaten our fill of fried cheese curds, chocolate covered bacon, pork chop sandwiches, fried pickles, kettle corn popcorn, and apple crisp. The weather was cool as we took in the sights, smells, and rides with our friends this past weekend in Springfield, MA. It wasn’t until the next day when David said, “Now the Fall has arrived,” that it became apparent how much we enjoy this wildly weird event. Clearly, Fall in New England is marked for us by two traditions: The Big E fried food extravaganza and Apple Picking. We have one down and now it is time for the next fall favorite!!
Friday was not at all how I planned. When Colleen said she was coming up for the day, I immediately knew what we would do. Starting with a cozy breakfast at home, we could catch up over some lattes and cuddle the puppies before heading out to the day. The plan would be to spend the day outside in the sun. Cochituate State Park would most definitely be a stop. Paddle boarding is something I have wanted to try and Colleen is just the gal to be game for it. Then we could end the night over some wine and a cookout. Unfortunately, Friday was a complete wash out. We did in fact enjoy a cup of coffee together in the morning but then had to regroup and figure out what we could possibly do in the rain. Of course there was bowling or walking around the mall or even driving to a museum but none of them were quite right.
Instead, we decided to forgo our comfort and hit outdoors and the city anyway. We drove into Boston, parked at the seaport, and took the T to lunch at the Parish Cafe. After a delicious lunch and few adult beverages, we thoroughly embraced the crumby weather and walked the length of Newbury Street stopping briefly to pay our respects at Restoration Hardware. Then through the Boston Garden and Boston Common we went sharing stories, laughs, and questioning what the heck we were thinking walking through the rain like this? We continued through the downtown crossing to Government Center and through Faneuil Hall for a few free samples from food vendors. We walked along the water back to the seaport and dried off in Flour Bakery over cups of hot tea and an oatmeal raisin cookie. To say we were soaked to the bone is an understatement. We drenched the floors of the bakery and found that our raincoats had done very little to protect us from the deluge. But, then again, we had a fabulous time and a fabulous visit.
The perk of being a school teacher = summer vacation!
No sooner did the school year come to a conclusion then I hopped onto a flight to Florida to spend a long weekend visiting with my family in Florida. After a long, tiring, eventful, amazing, challenging, and exciting school year, I was able to decompress on the beach for three days. Ah….such luxury.
We spent most of our time lapping up the sun. It was so much fun watching Avery and Smith experience a number of firsts. First time in a swimming pool, first time on the beach, and for Avery first time splashing in the waves. On the first day, she would not even walk on the wet sand as clearly trusting such a thing was scary. But, by the last day of our vacation, we could not keep her out of the ocean. She let the waves crash over her legs, sat in a little wading pool, and played and played in the sun. It was precious. Mr. Smith enjoyed himself too and fearlessly floated (with assistance) in the “big” pool.
On the last day as we piled 8 people (including 2 carseats) into a rental minivan on our way back to the Orlando airport we got a crazy idea. Why not postpone our return one day more and spend an afternoon at Epcot! After a few phone calls to our various airlines, we did just that. While it was brutally hot at a humid 93F, we had a great time. The kids went on all of the rides although the Nemo ride was the favorite and we ate and danced in the German Biergarten. A truly excellent way to kick off summer 2013!
A weed is defined as “a plant that is not valued where it is growing and is usually of vigorous growth.” In the morning, I stumble out into the backyard with Buster and Bella and face the enemy. The weeds are “vigorously” growing, taking over, and turning our yard into a jungle. Pretty soon, I will need a machete to help me blaze a path through the tangle of dandelions, clover, crab grass, and juniper branches that are overspreading the area. I have nightmares of the weeds crawling their slow plant pace from infiltrating the garden beds up to grabbing hold of the house siding and reclaiming it as part of their nature. I swear when I go out in the morning the weeds are no higher than my ankle but, when I return in the evening, those weeds having basked in the sunny glory of the day are thigh high. We try to yank them out by their roots which they have burrowed through the earth’s crust. Successful removal of one, only leaves a momentary gap for two others to fill with their invading strength. Spring as just begun and already I feel like a tired warrior. The task is daunting and discouraging. Chemical weapons in war are a crime. Do I violate David’s code of lawn care ethics and release a spray of herbicides to deforest the jungle? I know the weeds are waiting for us to make our decision. There will be no peaceful co-existence. New to the neighborhood, the pressure of “not being those neighbors” is high. Are we to be doomed to the category of neighbors who do not “care” about their property? Yet, we do care…we care immensely. But, those weeds are stubborn, resistent, and resilient. Hours of labor one day are engulfed by new Taraxacum officinale and our dent is gone. The battle rages on…
It might have been a month delayed but Laura, Becca, and I finally made our way down to Philly this past weekend to visit with Kellyanne. From start to finish, we had a blast catching up with our friend and seeing the city that has adopted her. Yes, we tried to hatch a plan to steal her off back to Boston, but life in Philly is pretty nice and I suppose that means we will just have to visit her more often! In Philly for a little less than 48 hours there was plenty we did (including eating fabulous meals) but, more importantly, there is plenty we left for next time!