Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Blue Ridge Boys arrive!





I had another idea for a "blog" topic. I had written to a dear friend yesterday while awaiting the arrival of my one and only son :) and his four friends. They had taken the longer route to get here; via Cancun. Steve made the trek north to meet the boys flight and then escort them to the island. (Less expensive, but a VERY long couple days of travel). So, the boys arrive and I am ready.
Or at least I thought...
My son is a delight; he's funny, kind and sensitive. He is extremely creative and loves sports; especially football, wrestling, hockey, baseball, lacrosse, rugby, basketball, field hockey, rowing, sailing, yachting, wind surfing, curling, skiing, luge, soccer, basket weaving for the gold, card board surfing, regular surfing, trampball, volleyball, beach volleyball, etc., and etc. You get the idea; ESPN is on 24/7 as of today.
Back to this blog.
Since I thought I was ready; today I quickly found out, I am not! In less than 24 hours, they have managed to consume: 6 pounds of boneless chicken breasts, (carefully prepared by moi in virgin olive oil and white wine; what was I thinking?), 2 pounds of rice, a head of cabbage for cole slaw, a 13 x 9 pan of iced brownies, 2 dozen eggs, 1/2 pound of butter, 1 loaf of bread, 1 gallon of orange juice, 2 bags of chips and salsa (?), lost count, 1/2 loaf of banana bread, 1 box of cereal, 1 box of milk and well, you get the idea. Amazing! Never thought I would be this unprepared. I knew teenage boys could eat, but I truly underestimated their capacity. These are growing young men that just woke up for breakfast, note time, 11:59am. They are anxious to begin their day; grand opening of a new business on another island or perhaps a golf cart ride to the end of the island to see an old friend of my son's. Wherever they go, I am positive they will continue to consume. While they are away, I will frantically head to the little island markets and plan for the remainder of this day, or hope to. ( I am thinking of buying any and everything I place my eyes on; I am about to become hysterical!)
Phew, got a grip and will frost the cake that has been cooling, make my list and get going for "day 2" of this 2010 "Spring Break". (It shall be interesting to see what they do for an encore!) :0

Monday, March 1, 2010

An Ode to Shoes



Me in a few of my favorite outfits! :0
Hello, time to pick it up and begin the "blog" again.  Just returned from a trip to the states and during that time, I found a t-shirt of mine that read, "No one cares about your blog".  I laughed, packed it and thought, why did I buy that?  The understatement of my life.
Back on the island, I find myself in the same pair of shorts and tank tops.  My closet is packed full of clothes I rarely wear.  In the states, in the closet where I have clothes stored, I wore the same things over and over while there too.  So why the urge to have more?  This really confuses me now.  I do love fashion and the feeling you get from a great pair of shoes or a dress that makes you feel like a princess.  I do not walk around like a princess here, the shoes would be ruined in one walk to my golf cart.  When I am back in the states, I wear shoes; my feet ache the first few days and I promise myself to try to wear regular shoes when I am back on the island.  (I haven't done it since my return; it's too easy to slide into a pair of flip- flops and run down the steps to the beach or take the dogs out for a walk).  Oh what to do?
My plan is to donate most of what I do not wear here to the next fund raiser my little group of friends are involved in.  I have a memorial service to attend today and I will try my hardest to come up with a new and improved version of my favorite outfit.  I will wear shoes with heels.  (Try gracefully walking through sand in heels, as it pinches the heck out of your toes and grinds into your skin; not an easy thing to do, but I am up to the challenge).  My plan is to ditch the heels and bring a pair of flip-flops to don as soon as the service is over.  Sorry, I do have my limits.
So fashionistas out there, if you see a great pair of flip-flops, keep me in mind.  I also am quite fond of khaki shorts with pockets that hold keys and doggie treats; draw strings are nice too.  I will try not to twinge when I see a tourist in what must possibly be the "latest" fashions in the rest of the world.  I will smile, stay comfortable and hope I will blend in with the masses when I am back in the states. :)