It's that time of year...

...when we're bombarded by those obnoxious "Honey! Run outside and see the Lexus I'm surprising you with this Christmas-it's in the driveway with a ridiculous red bow on it!"

It's right on par with any commercial from Kay Jewelers.

34 years

In 34 years this was the first Thanksgiving that I did not spend with my parents and brother.

In 34 years this is the first time I've worked on the Friday after Thanksgiving.

But I'll tell ya what, I still had a great time getting burnt and buzzed on the beach, joining my husband for a turkey dinner out at one of our favorite restaurants where we spent a couple of hours chatting with the cool foursome who was seated next to us - and I expect the tourists and locals who sit at my tables and munch on burgers today will be in good holiday moods. That's the hope anyways.

Hope you're all enjoying your long weekends!

Wow and HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

I clearly suck at this blogging thing lately. As for NoPloMoFo? Oops!

My excuse? Ain't got one.

But...I do wish my (four, maybe?) faithful readers a Happy Thanksgiving...enjoy the long weekend...your family...friends...food. FOOD!

The Man and I have been busy lately with various nonsense, but we are taking our asses to the beach today to hang with a few peeps, and then off for a scrumptious dinner somewhere on this rock we call home.

Enjoy yourselves!

Yep, still doing it

For all interested parties (I believe that number is roughly two of you) I am still doing NaPoBloMe, but clearly I'm not doing a superb job.

However, I will end this month with 30 entries. So I win! Woo!

The last couple of days have been busy; I re-entered the work force on Monday by reclaiming my waitressing job on the island and it felt like the longest day of my life. At one point I looked at my co-worker and said 'What is it, like 3:30?' then I looked at my watch - it was barely 1. ONE! Yikes. I came home, did a few things and passed out on the couch. Pathetic. Yesterday we had some stuff going on at the house, and I never really bonded with my laptop.

So today I am back online.

Please hold your applause until the end of the show.

How much shorter

can my entries

get?

Hooters or Bust

Oh, get it? Hooters? Big boobs? And Bust? as in Boob?

We're out tonight, 80's party, Hooters style.

latah.

Mmmm. Beer.

Went out for the Pats game last night...got drunk...woke up hungover. Which is pretty much the way Tuesday night/Wednesday morning went (minus the football). I've been on the island for three days and felt hungover for two of those.

Apparently that's the way I roll.

Now you know

I hate Oprah. I prefer Ellen but only watch it if I remember it's on.

I'm a Letterman girl but find Paul as annoying as a fidgety 3 year old.

I absolutely detest judge shows. Too many egos on the bench.

I love the smell of gasoline.

I only follow baseball and pro football. I always watch Wimbledon.

I absolutely can't stand the sound of someone cracking their gum. It's the quickest way to aggravate me.

I never use LOL or LMAO. I am, however, a huge fan of ":)"

I never call people anymore...I email, or text, or now - the ultimate lazy - I write on their Facebook 'Wall'. What's happening to our world?

I'm not a big fan of clothing with designer's logos splashed across. The writing on my clothing is usually of a place or person, such as 'Nantucket, MA' or 'AC/DC' or 'Welker' (#83 on the Pats). I buy clothes that remind me of travels and fun times.

I hate figurines and other such 'dust collectors'. Picture frames are pretty much where I draw the line, anything else will remain in the box in the attic collecting dust.

I love fridge magnets.

I will probably use sleeping pills for the rest of my life. I figure if that's my biggest addiction (after beer of course) then I'm doing okay.

The question isn't will I leave a restaurant with a doggy bag it's how long will it sit in the fridge before it gets eaten/tossed.

I ain't never having kids.

I'm superstious and believe I might change the universe by putting out the wrong vibes...so I keep them inside and play like I'm sane.

I love lists.

It's Wednesday

Monday we spent the day buttoning up our condo and getting ready for travel.

Tuesday we were up at 2AM to leave for the airport by 3...and fly by 6. We travel with our birds in the cabin and American doesn't allow that, so no quick direct flights for us. We flew from Boston to Atlanta, got in around 9, nothing to report there. We left Atlanta around 10:30 and were on track to get to St. Thomas by 2:30/3ish. Unfortunately after we'd been in the air for an hour or so one of the flight attendants got on the intercom with this message, "Excuse me everyone, we need to know if there's a Dr. or nurse onboard, one of our passengers is in distress". Roughly 10 people stood up and went to attend to a woman who was having chest pains and irregular breating. They worked on her for around 40 minutes (including a full IV set up hanging off the overhead luggage bin) before the captain came on to tell us that the flight was being diverted to the Bahamas in order for the passenger to receive medical assistance. I spoke to a flight attendant who told me the woman would be fine once she got to a hospital, she just needed better help than what was on the plane. Lucky for her there was a cardiologist onboard.

We sat on the plane for over an hour while they sorted everything out. At one point the attendant came on (she kept cracking us up) with this message, "Ladies and gentlemen, much like we asked for assistance before we need to know something else. Does anyone onboard have access to a credit card, we need to buy gas...". Good stuff.

We got back in the air and the captain informed us we would reach St. Thomas in two hours. Ugh. At that point we'd been working on no sleep (we never went to bed figuring a 2AM rise would be that much more painful), some peanuts/chips and diet coke. We were spent and my two little birds were ALL SET with their carrier, everytime I checked on them they just looked up like is it over? We got in around 5:30, our friend K picked us up and took us back to our place where a group of our buds were waiting with booze and food. Such good friends! We tossed our bags on the floor, got the birds settled in bigger cages and hung out for the night.

And that brings us to today. Wednesday. We woke up, did some organizing then went out to one of our favorite places for lunch. After that we ran some errands and came back home. It's 7pm and I'm starting to feel the effects of the past two days. I be tired.

For those about to Rock...

...we salute you!

The Man and I are going to AC/DC tonight in Boston. To say we're pumped would be a severe understatement. They haven't toured in five years, and reviews from their first few shows are glowing, with only one negative, they don't play long enough. But really, can any of these relic bands ever play long enough to satisfy those who grew up with them? Uh, no.

We're leaving the house at 3 to do some tailgating, which, in Boston, means hit the bars and get our drink on. That also means I get at least two hours of the 1pm Pats/Bills game before we jet...GO PATS!!!!