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The above is the view from "my" spot on the beach. This is where I kicked back on a daily basis, drank my Pineapple and Pineapples, and read my books. It's a good spot. I miss my spot. I want to go back to my spot. Note the shade...very important so one does not fry in the sun all day.
This is the view from my patio. Note, I'm looking right out onto "my spot." It's under the Sea Grape tree....Very conveniently located to the room, thus, mixing drinks was rather simple. Of course, I didn't need to mis too many drinks as I had our little beach girl, Shannon, bring the drinks to me as I comtemplated life under my Sea Grape.
This is a guy who claimed he played in the NFL. Methinks he was fibbing in an attempt to pick me up. Wasn't going to happen. I think this was during happy hour at Duffy's Love Shack. Happy hour at Duffy's begins at midnight and ends at 1 am. It's known as the "Hour of Power." Frighteningly, I took part in the Hour of Power many times. Worse yet, it was right in a row. Nothing like rolling in at 3 am on a nightly basis. Ah, to be back in St. Thomas.
Yikes! It's been pure craziness lately! We had some big changes at work, which have turned out to be really positive, but rather time consuming. We replaced our old Customer Service Supervisor with a fabulous individual who puts the customer first and has made some critical discoveries in our operating system that will really enhance our CS department. She's doing a great job and, excuse me while I pat myself on the back, I deserve lots of credit for hiring her! LOL
I was in St. Thomas for a couple of weeks earlier in the month....it was so fabulous...very relaxing and fun. While I was there, though, I did find out that Roark was planning on going forward with MLB and the CCH website. That kind of bites. I've been pretty bummed out about that, but we'll see what happens. Hopefully the changes will not be too much to swallow.
Oh well....enough for now.
I need Joe to bark like a dog. I need Joe to bite me. I need Joe to kick my ass all over the gym tonight. St. Thomas is a mere 2 weeks away and things aren't shaping up (ha) like I had planned. I tried on vacation clothes last night. Fuck. We'll leave it at that.
The above is the view from "my" spot on the beach. This is where I kicked back on a daily basis, drank my Pineapple and Pineapples, and read my books. It's a good spot. I miss my spot. I want to go back to my spot. Note the shade...very important so one does not fry in the sun all day.
This is the view from my patio. Note, I'm looking right out onto "my spot." It's under the Sea Grape tree....Very conveniently located to the room, thus, mixing drinks was rather simple. Of course, I didn't need to mis too many drinks as I had our little beach girl, Shannon, bring the drinks to me as I comtemplated life under my Sea Grape.
This is a guy who claimed he played in the NFL. Methinks he was fibbing in an attempt to pick me up. Wasn't going to happen. I think this was during happy hour at Duffy's Love Shack. Happy hour at Duffy's begins at midnight and ends at 1 am. It's known as the "Hour of Power." Frighteningly, I took part in the Hour of Power many times. Worse yet, it was right in a row. Nothing like rolling in at 3 am on a nightly basis. Ah, to be back in St. Thomas.
