… is delayed, due to an outstanding time, by this blogger and her friends at the NFL Draft in Chicago! Chi-town is Draft Town!
Because I’m still sad about the passing of Prince, #WhenDovesCry, I thought a fun, zippy post to make people laugh, would be a good way to jump start the weekend. Prince’s music brings back fond and happy memories of people, times and places. I will always love his music. Back to this blog. :)The premise of this video is a young man calls in sick (possibly to a Target), to a place where he does not work. #Brilliant
This video is about 3 minutes long. It’s worth the 3 minutes of your life to get a little laugh. Those who say, “I’m too busy”, “Gimme a break”, or “I have more time than money and I have no time”… watch the video. It’s worth it. It’s funny, clever and full of life lessons. You’re welcome.
I hope you enjoyed it as much as Mer and I.
Song of the Day: Well, since Prince doesn’t allow his music to be played on YouTube, I am unable to link in a Prince song, so I am going to say the Song of the Day, is 1999, one of my favorites, and hoping you have it where you can listen to it.
I was dreamin’ when I wrote this, forgive me if it goes astray
But when I woke up this mornin’, could’ve sworn it was judgment day
The sky was all purple, there were people runnin’ everywhere
Tryin’ to run from the destruction, you know I didn’t even care
So excited that my little Prince is home this weekend…not for the summer, but for a quick weekend. And I will be posting about Mom’s weekend, next week. Best. Time. Ever.
We are drinking the Kool-aid at Miami! #ReallyKoolaid #WeAreNotOfDrinkingAge
Happy double-digits birthday to my sweet nephew, Joey! #10! Have a swinging great time!
Tonight I’m gonna party like it’s 1999!
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life”. – Prince
Song of the Day: Prince, Tom Petty, Steve Winwood, Jeff Lynne and others — “While My Guitar Gently Weeps”
I don’t know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you
I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I. Can’t. Even.
I’m hoping he’s serenading my favorite Prince fan right now.
May he rest in peace.
Unlike when I went “back to college” visiting Meredith her senior year at Indiana, for a fun-filled weekend with no university or sorority/fraternity planned activities, Back to College, this weekend I am attending my first “Mom’s weekend”…and I cannot wait! I was unable to attend Parent’s Weekend last fall, so this is my first time heading to Miami U for the weekend to visit Patrick and Mary. Yup, I’m planning on having the Best. Weekend. Ever! It will be pretty hard to top my time at IU with Mer and the Dunn-Honeys, but I’m up to the challenge! Truly, the weekend with Mer and her friends, You can take a girl out of college…., was darned near perfect, complete with a Make Your Own Bloody Mary Bar!
Well perfect, except for that time I “allegedly” was dancing on a bar, which was turned into a blog, Clearly you’re not speaking to me? The problem with such an “act” or such a post, is people tend to remember it. And memories are triggered when videos are brought up on a cell phone, (remind me to get that video and DELETE) and shared with family members. Hence, I received this text when talking about my upcoming weekend:
Stay off the tables. Nobody wants to see a woman with limited dancing acumen putting on a show…unless she has an open bar tab of course.
Uhm, Ouch! Of course I indicated those are Fighting Words. “Limited dancing acumen”, does Not even remotely resemble me nor my dancing abilities. I mean, really? I’m nothing if I’m not a dancer. And then (yes, there’s more) I was possibly challenged to a “Dance-off”, and told it would be a Lose-Lose. So not!
Moving forward and looking ahead, I shall behave like the Mom…”Young mom”…of a college freshman who happens to have pledged a Fraternity, which is why I get to go to this Mom’s Weekend! We certainly don’t want to give anyone any ammunition and I have 3 more years to make more memories for more blogs! That’s a win-win!
Song of the Day: I love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts…. ooh, makes me wanna get up and dance! Uh-oh!
I saw him dancin’ there by the record machine
I knew he must a been about seventeen
The beat was goin’ strong
Playin’ my favorite song
An’ I could tell it wouldn’t be long
Till he was with me, yeah me,
An’ I could tell it wouldn’t be long
Till he was with me, yeah me, singin’
Happy Birthday to my brother Luke. One of the nicest people I know and I’m proud to be your sister! And Happy belated Birthday to my sweet, beautiful sister, Megan. I’m proud to be your sister too. :)
Truly cannot wait to hang with these 2…and others of course, but mainly these 2! Best. Weekend. Ever!
Sunny and 70’s. Can. Not. Wait!
Thanks Jules! Love this!!
Never leave the house in sweats. A girl must be prepared to meet a dashing stranger or a bitter enemy!
I have nothing more to add to this. I mean, what’s more to say?
Song of the Day: Save Tonight by Eagle Eye Cherry
Well we know I’m going away
And how I wish – I wish it weren’t so
So take this wine and drink with me
And let’s delay our misery
Darling you are Fabulous, so have a fabulous Friday!
We were just instructed Not to wear sweatpants… but I guess if they were sexy?
It’s important to keep reminding people of this.
Hooray, it’s today!
I am so excited about this new bag. The Bonino bag, designed by my friends Liz and Terry L. They own a fabulous boutique in Scottsdale, Municci and sell the bag out of the boutique and online as well. They also feature these bags in an exclusive line of trunk shows around Arizona and are expanding into other areas in the country. What I love about this bag is it wraps around your wrist freeing up both hands! It’s an elegant looking bag, so versatile enough to go from daytime to evening. Or from school to Prom!
Municci holds the Bonino brand name. The brand Bonino is named from the designer’s
Italian family. Bonino has been manufacturing shoes and handbags since 2012. The
newest addition to the line is the Bonino wrist bag.
The Bonino Wrist Bag
Heading out to go dancing, shopping, traveling, sporting events, restaurants, or motorcycle riding. By
owning a Bonino Wrist Bag there is freedom of all activities and not having your bulky purse weighing
you down. With the Bonino Wrist Bag there is no need to worry about someone else watching your purse
while you hit the dance floor or having to hang it on a chair and taking the chance of forgetting it. The
Bonino Wrist Bag is unique and simple to wear as it easily wraps around your wrist and makes it hands
• This bag is available in two different sizes.
• Many different materials and colors are available. Bone, Black, Gold, Silver, Red, Orange, to name a few.
• Some with bows, beading and bling to make the wrist strap looks like you are wearing a bracelet!
This would be a perfect bag for Prom! They have tons of colors and this way you don’t have to worry about leaving your bag unattended when you are dancing the night away!
The smaller size will work going into a sporting event! Approved by the NFL! Hello Chicago Bears, here I come!!
This red patent leather is my very favorite! The model is not me, obviously, but it showed a better picture of sizing. I will use this bag all the time! I love popping Red in with Black, and since black or denim and white, are my 2 uniform colors, this bag can go with both. It conveniently holds my phone, small wallet (I always carry a $20, several singles, my AMEX, my debit and my drivers license, as I’m most certainly going to be carded when purchasing wine😉, my lipstick and my reading glasses… Yes, I now need to travel about with my reading glasses. It is what it is, but I like to see what I’m ordering from a menu or the type of wine I’m purchasing.
Bags retail from $70-$90. Check out the website for ordering information and to see more colors. Municci. There is a gold color that is another favorite of mine. I loved metallic colored purses, so I match them to my accessories, and don’t have to worry about matching them to my outfit.
Terry and Liz.
7051 E. 5th Avenue
Scottsdale, Az 85251
Or a blogger. And the bonino bag also holds my small notebook and pen! #Savvy #Handy #Bonino
Have a fantastic Thursday!
Have you ever read something that made you laugh so hard until you cried? Aside from David Thorne, I haven’t had that happen in quite some time. If you’ve ever seen the movie Sex and the City, (SPOILER ALERT) when Carrie was jilted at the alter by Big, and she went away with her gal pals and she was sad, forlorn, bitter, just not having any good days… when Charlotte did something (I won’t mention what but it could make that airplane article) and it made Carrie laugh. Laughed so hard, it got her out of her funk and she was able to get on with her life. Well, I wasn’t jilted at the alter (as if), but I do have to say, laughing so hard reading this article totally snapped me out of whatever daze I may have been in. I must have laughed, with tears flowing down my face, for 15 minutes. Loved every minute of it! Reminds me of David Thorne and the spider!
Now word of warning here, I will asterisk the ones I find funny. I don’t find stories about vomit and diarrhea at all amusing, so you can just skip those. I found this on someecards.com. :) My favorites, 1, 6, 12, 17 and 21. Read the other stories at your own risk. PLANESLAVES is worth reading this article. Let’s file this under things that tickle my funny bone!
Unless you’re stretching out in first class, flying is rarely an enjoyable experience. Airplane rides are associated with cramped seats, stuffy air, boredom, and involuntarily bowel moments—or at least they will be after you read these 21 tales of in-flight horrors shared on many Redditthreads, Twitter, and Imgur.
Oh man. I got straight-up punched by a hearing-impaired Russian lady on a flight from Calgary to London.
I was reading the newspaper, purposefully angled away from her because she was agitated before takeoff. Then the pilot came on the intercom and said we’d be taking off in ten or so; she made some unintelligible noise and smacked the newspaper out of my hand. I said “Whoaaa…” and she then proceeded to punch me in the ear.
Needless to say, the flight was delayed, we had to fill out incident reports, and I moved to the back of the plane. Apparently on her incident report all she wrote was “He bothers me”.
This isn’t mine but my mother’s.
Mom used to be a flight attendant in the 70’s for Gulf Airlines, based out of the Middle East. This was back when flying and being a flight attendant was sort of a glamorous thing.
One of the services that Gulf Airlines provided was the Hajj flight, so that worshipers may travel to Mecca with greater ease. People of all types would go on this flight, many of them desert nomads who had possibly never even seen an airplane before.
People would bring everything with them, including live animals.
My mother once had to put out a fire mid-flight with a fire extinguisher because a desert nomad had started a fire in order to cook the chicken whose head he had just cut off on the plane.
So I was on a 14 hour flight when I had terrible gas. The flight was at 10PM so everyone pretty much went to sleep after dinner was served. Now I had the window seat and I let go a few times before I fell asleep. When I woke after maybe an hour of sleep I felt the back of my pants wet as well as my left thigh. So I started feeling my pants from outside and it felt dry. So i put my hand inside my pants and then my underwear and OMGsh my ass was wet. I fucking sharted. Now my palm and finger had shit on it and I didn’t know what to do. I was sure if I pulled out my hand it will be shitty and my neighbors would smell it. So I kept my hand inside my pants. I sat on my fucking hand until both my seat mates fell asleep. It took probably an hour cause the guy on the aisle seat was watching a movie. I wrapped myself with the blanket they give you on board, just below the belt to prevent the stench from diffusing. As soon as the aisle guy slept I quietly took one of my socks off and put my shitty hand in it. Then i placed my hand in my pocket. I got up out of my seat. I sorta hurdled by the other 2 passengers so I won’t have to wake them up. When I got to the bathroom, thank God there was no line, I took a dump. I had diarrhea. I had to get rid of my now soiled white underwear and perhaps cause I was tired and not thinking clearly I dumped the shitty brief into the toilet. Luckily I didn’t flush. I had to grab the briefs back out of the toilet bowl and wrapped it with paper towel and dumped it in the trash. Now there was someone knocking cause I was in the restroom for a long time. It’s cause my jeans had shit on the thigh area also and I had to rub the shit out with wet tissue and liquid soap. When I thought I was finally all clean and smelled ok I stepped out and apologized to the next person. When I hurdled back to my seat I wrapped myself with the blanket again. I was getting comfortable and ready to sleep when I had a tap on my shoulder. The guy from the restroom told me he thinks I left my sock in the restroom by the hand soap. I told him it wasn’t mine and went to sleep with 1 sock on.
TLDR: I sharted during a 14-hr flight.
Sat in the middle seat, wedged between an obese man on my right and a very unkempt hairy man on my left.
Every time the man on my right lifted his arm or readjusted in his seat, his fatty folds would open up and release some sort of gas that smelled like a mixture of dried dog shit and human sweat.
The man on my left took off his shoes and picked in between his toes. He started smelling his toe jam, rolling it around between his fingers, and then HE ATE HIS TOE JAM.
Then he picked at his beard and PROCEEDED TO EAT THINGS FROM THERE.
21 hour flight from Singapore to UK, after the 6 hour flight from Adelaide to Singapore.
First flight went OK, watched a couple of movies, no sleep, I can never sleep on planes.
Couple of hours to kill in the airport in Singapore, went to the butterfly garden (there’s a butterfly garden), ate some noodles.
Plane is delayed because the air conditioning is broken. 2 hours? OK, I’d rather have air conditioning.
4 hours later, can’t fix air conditioning, decide to take off without it, board passengers. By now it’s past 4am in the timezone I’d been in for a month.
My seat is broken. Every slight move I make moves it back and forward. this may annoy whoever is behind me, sorry bro.
Plane takes off, entertainment screens are not working for everyone, so they switch them all off to reboot for 45 minutes.
BRING US WINE, PLANESLAVES. **************
Sweet Jesus it’s getting hot.
Screens come back on in time to enjoy with passable in flight breakfast meal including questionable scrambled eggs.
Guy behind me starts barking at me to stop moving my seat. I tell him to deal with it, it’s happening.
Turbulence? Bring it on how much worse could this get?
Much worse. The heat and turbulence manifested themselves into mass airsickness afflicting the majority of passengers. I managed not to throw up but came close during a chorus from the row in front of me.
Now it smells. The plane smells like hot vomit. Most people try and get some sleep, I do not.
Luckily while I’d been n Australia they had updated the inflight movies so I had a few thigns to watch.
The german woman in front of me watched Wild hogs 5 times.
I stole the blankets and will never fly with BA again.
Edit: I missed a major point, about 7 hours into the flight the water cooler and ice machine broke, so the water we vitally needed because of the extreme heat was warmer than the ambient temperature of the cabin, and then later they ran out of water so there was no water at all for maybe the last 3 or 4 hours.
Also, I’ve never seen a more pissed off looking group of people as at that baggage claim. Not to mention when we got outside after spending Christmas on the beach in Australia to fucking January snow in the UK.
Pilot SCREAMING into mic “Denver, we’re in serious trouble up here. I need…..”
Pilot forgot to turn off main cabin speakers after warning crew to take seats during monster, 40,000 ft. hail storm. We dropped out of the sky when hitting huge air pockets. Bags and people flying everywhere. But the scariest thing was hearing the pilot’s panicked voice scream that announcement.
We all thought we were doomed.
DETAILS AS REQUESTED…
Here are the details and you tell me it’s not a freeking air pocket….. We’re flying from SF to Cincy. In the middle of the flight, the pilot announces to fasten belts because they are expecting a bumpy ride. Apparently there is a very tall weather disturbance that had been reported. Just prior he casually announced that we were at 40,000 feet, expected time, etc. (I believe 40,000 was the number but it may have been a bit less).
After the announcement we hear pop..pop….poppop. POP..POP..pop. Tons of them and we’re all like WTF!?!?!? Really bumpy… Turns out it was giant hail hitting the plane. Really bumpy. Pilot again announces more sternly for all crew to take seats and no one get up.
Really really bumpy. Them Wham! We freeking fell out of the sky. There is no other way to describe it. It was like you were just sitting in a chair suspended from a rope at the top of a cherry picker and someone cut the rope.
DROP, drop drop, then Wham! It’s like the plane landed in an enormous vat of creme filling (sorry, that’s what it was like kind of soft but still a big jolt) but more on one wing than the other so the plane ‘landed’ askance and all sorts of shit went flying out of the right bins to the left nailing people in the heads. Some people not completely or at all buckled (idiots) flew up and hit the ceiling then back into their seats. Screaming everywhere. Absolute chaos.
Then, FML, the pilot screams over the intercom “Denver, We’re in serious trouble up here, I need..” and a few other words we could not understand. Freaked everyone out. He forgot to turn off the cabin speakers from the earlier announcement.
Rough rough rough, then drooooooooop again. Same thing but a much harder landing. I mean we dropped for what seemed like minutes but was probably 10-15 seconds. Wham! a much harder landing. Shit flying everywhere people crying praying screaming. Nuts!
We cruised through that and it became smooth again. Pilot later announced that he was sorry about the mistaken overhead announcement etc. He also said that the current altitude was something like 18,000 feet. Whatever the exact numbers were, we had friggin dropped about 10,000 feet – 2 miles!
It was the worst of my 500,000+ air miles. You never heard so many people clapping upon landing.
I have a LOT of these.
I think I’ll go with a short and sweet one. I get up from my seat and start walking towards the isle and just as I get close to the bathroom queue I trip on someone’s bag strap and essentially punch this girl in the stomach as I fall forwards.
She wets herself.
I have an overwhelming sense of guilt for shaming this poor girl who actually burst into tears then and there as all these heads turned to see what the noise was. Actually feeling pretty bad right now.
On another note my sister works as head trolly dolly and she’s told me lots of stories about various emergency landings and scandals but the one I seem to remember is a story about someone who for whatever reason refused to use the toilet and choose to squat in the aisle instead and proceeded to curl one out in front of everyone.
My tooth exploded.
Well, ok, not quite. I’d had a filling done by my then-dentist, who was just terrible. It was the second I’d had in that tooth, because he never once drilled out enough, so the tooth would rot behind the filling until eventually the enamel lost contact. Then he’d repeat the process without anesthetic, to “tell better,” and when that failed, he’d extract it.
Anyway, we’re flying out to Greece on a school trip, and it was fine until we started to descend on the approach to Athens. At that point, I start to get toothache.
It gets progressively worse, until I’m sat there actually sobbing and digging my nails into my arm to try to distract myself from the agony in my mouth. It doesn’t work.
I can’t adequately explain what the problem is to anyone, but I’m starting to hyperventilate, so the dude next to me looks me in the eyes and slaps me really hard.
I swear to God I felt the rush of air hitting the back of my teeth, and gob out a foul tasting lump of enamel. As far as I can work out, we climbed gently enough, and descended so fast, I got a pressure differential inside my tooth. Most agonising thing ever, so much worse than just getting drilled without painkillers. Fucking hated that dentist.
tl;dr: got a pressure imbalance in the cavity under a filling and spent the descent from cruising altitude screaming with pain and scratching up my arms until I got slapped so hard the filling came out.
I was on a flight from Kansas City to Boston, sitting towards the back of the plane. Just before we took off, a HUUUUUGE woman squeezed her way down the aisle and took the seat in front of me. After a few moments I noticed a VERY pungent odor. It smelled like a mix of spoiled sour cream, and a shit you would take after dining at an all you can eat Mexican buffet.
I’ve heard people talk about things that smelled so bad that it made their eyes water, but it was something I never fully appreciated until this flight.
I soon assumed that the smell was coming from this woman…her vent blasted directly on her sweaty face and ricochetted directly into mine. I spent the entire flight gagging…and did everything I could to get some relief. This included trying to duck behind her seat to avoid the jet stream of death. As soon as I did this she somehow wedged her huge sweaty arm between her seat and the wall…right into my face.
For the first time in my life, I readied my vomit bag.
I ended up covering my face with my Red Sox hat, and stayed that way for the entire flight.
As we were getting off the plane, when the woman stood up, all of the odor that was trapped between her and the chair was released. They don’t even make tear gas this strong.
I got off the plane, and enjoyed fresh air for the first time in 3 hours. On my way past baggage claim I saw the woman waiting for her bags with…I kid you not…a box of M&M’s as big as a board game.
My curiosity getting the better of me, I really wanted to know if in fact a human being could smell so ridiculously awful, I walked passed her and as soon as I came within about 5 feet of her, it was like somebody punched me in the nose with a fist made of rotting garbage.
The only good thing about that flight was it gave me the best travel story of my life…quite the feat for somebody who travels nonstop for work.
You just can’t make this shit up.
A guy had a heart attack on a direct flight from L.A. to London. We had to dump our fuel and land in Winnipeg at 3 in the morning, when there are very few airport personnel. The paramedics were waiting and took him off the plane pretty fast. However, due to regulations, we could not continue with the man’s luggage, so airport staff had to be called to the airport to go through all the checked baggage to find his and remove it.
Also we had to refuel.
Also a guy behind me had a panic attack, and had to be wheeled off the plane in a stretcher, and someone had to find his and his sister’s luggage. So we sat on the runway for ~5 hours. Never heard if the heart attack guy made it.
Edit: The worst part (or second-worst part, depending on whether the heart attack guy died or not), was that I have a tremendous fear of flying, and the first thing the captain said to us before we started to make the descent was “Ladies and gentlemen, we have an emergency situation onboard.” So of course I freak right out until he asks if anyone is a doctor. Never before in my life had I thought, “thank goodness, just a heart attack!”
I’ve told this before on Reddit:
I was on a KLM flight from Amsterdam to NY and some little brat was running up and down the aisles, biting people. Stupid little fucker. As he was running full speed down the aisle, a stewardess pulled the refreshment cart out of the little middle section and he ran smack into it. She just looked down at the little bastard and told it to stop running in the aisle.
I know she did it on purpose.
On a flight from Austin to SJC, the little kid (probably age 6) in front of me fell asleep in his seat. While sleeping, his bladder let go and it dripped all over my feet. My wife saw me startle when the I first felt it, and reportedly, the look of horror on my face attracted the flight attendant.
TL;DR: “He peed on me!”
International Flight out of Shanghai to Newark. I notice this spoiled brat of a woman and her husband with 2 full luggage dollies (mostly Louis Vuitton Luggage) – her shit is falling everywhere – He is barely managing and the woman is not helping him at all. I can’t help but make a remark to my translator about how I really feel bad for the guy.
Flash forward to boarding, I have a window seat and lo and behold! The very same lady ends up sitting next to me, her husband or boyfriend sitting on the end. At about the same time that she gets all settled in, I am completely overwhelmed with this GOD-AWFUL FOUL smell. I think to myself, holy shit – I think it’s this woman’s feet!
At this point i’m a bit livid, the smell is toxic and i’m cursing myself for getting an inside seat with no real fresh air… I’m just drained of optimism as i realize I’ll be stuck in this seat for the next 17 hours. It wasn’t until i was about 3 hours into the flight that i found out where the stink was coming from. The STINK was not foot stank in nature as i first thought, but rather emanating from a medium sized doggy bag style Styrofoam container carefully hidden under the seat in front of her.
I would later learn that the Styrofoam container held a cuisine which translated quite literally means: Stinky Tofu… as a reference: this is the only thing i’ve seen Andrew Zimmern on Bizarre foods NOT be able to get down… (link relevant: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILexn0r6STg). Fact: the stuff smells so bad China has laws about preparing this dish on residential property because of it’s incredibly offensive odor.
I am gagging as this woman starts eating this stuff less than 2 feet away from my face. I’ve got a pretty strong stomach, but I have to admit i was REALLY REALLY close to losing it… The real kicker is, not only does she not finish the tofu but after an hour and a half of some decent turbulence she starts vomiting violently.
Now… this stuff smelled pretty freaking bad going down. I will not even attempt to describe how nauseating it is the 2nd time around! I wish i could say this was the end of the story, but after her stomach calmed down approx 3 hours after the 1 hour long puking spell was done… She picked up the lukewarm rancid tofu from under the seat in front of her and started eating it again! I MEAN HAVE U NO SENSE WOMAN!
I wanted to smash the window and jump out into the frozen wasteland below. I should also add for added flavor, that a lot of people adopt babies in china… so the flight was also full of screaming babies, and this woman was a severe drama queen who was complaining the whole flight – constantly fidgeting falling asleep on me, sticking her feet on my armrest and otherwise being a total bitch. fml
Once my iPod died and I had to watch a Queen Latifah movie for almost two hours.
At least wryly didn’t watch Wild Hogs five times, like that woman on fenney’s very warm and dehydrated flight. After the third time was she really like, “This movie is so layered and humorous I need to watch it twice more to truly understand its full depth”? Apparently so.
My favorite line and one in which I shall use often…Bring us wine PLANESLAVES!!!
Hopefully these laughs will help you get through the crappy weather weekend we have coming our way!
A couple of funny things I’ve heard as of late:
Q: What do you do for a hobby?
A: I listen to 17th century chamber music
As I said when I heard this, if I had a dime for every time someone told me that, I’d have a dime.
They act like they’re famous and they matter. (MOB).
How can you feel good in that dress? (MOB)
She drinks like a fish and swears like a sailor. Was Not speaking of me, btw.
I’ll shame him publicly. ouch. (MM)
A red dress is not permament. A tattoo is. (LS)
He opens his mouth and a purse falls out. (TS via AV).
Oh, it’s April Fool’s Day! Celebrated every April 1st by playing practical jokes . The jokes and their victims are called April fools. Looking for an April Fool’s prank? Check these out.
Song of the Day: Baltimore: Tarzan Boy... Makes you want to get up and dance!
I’m far away from nowhere
On my own like Tarzan Boy
Hide and seek
I play along while rushing cross the forest
Monkey business on a sunny afternoon
I received the cutest purse(s) in the mail this week from my friend Terry L. He designs these bags with his girlfriend and they are sensational! Looking forward to blogging about it next week. You may take a sneak peak here at: www.municci.com – Bonino wrist bags! Love, love, love them!
Just hanging with my 2 favorite kids, in our bathrobes at the St. Regis Monarch Beach… and That is a blog to come as well. Room 750. I mean, OMG… and I don’t use that term loosely.
Room with a view. A girl could get used to this….and I will.
Have a wonderful weekend!
This, is true.
Mer and my new mantra!
Food trucks are the new black.