It ain't easy being a pilgrim in Vegas.

Following the tradition of my four Fathers. I mean, our poor forefathers, we played roulette on the eve of Thanksgiving.

 The dealer {coach} was fairly strict. The house {coach} was making a killing on the gamblers. Talk about a pitt boss; ruthless. 

 The dealer had a scratch sheet a mile long for all our 'oweing'.  It was not a who was winning kind of game. It was a who was losing the least kind of game. 

The pitt boss never felt the need to bring in a cooler.

My debt was nearing 75k.  

Want to guess how I'll be repaying that note?

Yep, turkey sammies, casseroles and pie for life. Not to mention fetching is pails of water. 

Damn. It ain't easy being a pilgrim. 

Who knew?

Hershey kisses were not harmed in the playing of this game. At least not on my watch.

This was not a 'family tradition' for Thanksgiving....but we are open for new stuff around here.
Bring it.


Happy cyber Monday!
XOXO

An awesome sunset with awesomer people.

I don't want anyone to think I've fallen off the end of the earth or that I was arrested for protesting at the  closing of Hostess. 

I don't even like twinkies. Yes, I said it. 

We are alive, well and busy.

My people arrived on Saturday evening. 

 And by my people, I am referring to my Mom, Aunt, Uncle and Cuz Patrick. We visit one time a year, and I am trying to fit as many minutes in as possible.

{Aunt Trish and Uncle Jim were on the upper deck}

We took a sunset cruise on Sunday and chose a few properties that we might purchase.

 And then I realized, having a house on the water might be more trouble than it's worth. Living on the gulf of Mexico could be detrimental to my well being. 

I'm just guessing. 

Bev; Suz's life giver.

 Killer sunset.

 This boat was trying to steal our view. Where is a pirate when you need one?

 Linds trying to grasp that big ball of fire.

 An american bald eagle on top of a bald palm tree. I could not for the life of me photograph it properly.  *LOVE*

So, now you know I'm alive and well. Of course, if you spent a week with my people, you would remember why we only spend one week together per year. Mom, I'm kidding.

Wishing you all a fabulous Thanksgiving with your people.

The one where I was writing about Jesus shoes, but mentioned hot dogs various times.

The Coach and I both grew up in lean and modest homes as kids. I was known to eat hot dogs right out of the fridge and he was usually found roaming the 'hood with no shoes on.

{Dawn, I apologize for mentioning hot dogs}

Growing up with just the basics, plus those cold hot dogs gives us so much appreciation for what we have worked for; what we have now.

Sometimes, I wonder if we are spoiling....or ruining our kids since they have not had the lean and fairly humble beginnings.
They have always been able to enjoy a cooked/grilled hot dog...and even things better than that. 

A minute after thinking that I stumbled across these beauties.

 My college child is wearing Jesus sandals...right down to the nitty gritty.

And she favors her right foot immensely.

BTW: I took this photo at least 3 weeks ago and I can vouch, that they are still being worn. She is minutes away from being barefoot.

When I noted to her that the shoes were about DONE....she replied that they are her favorites.

And on that note, what's for dinner tonight? Please don't say hot dogs!

I was a trophy wife for 14 years.

Well, not really, but it makes for good TV.

I might have mentioned before that Lolo has played softball since she was 5....and the Coach has coached that long as well.  She started travel ball at age 9 and soon after we started collecting trophies. 

NOT just for her, but for the team.  But, let's face it, she is amazing and earned her share of shiny stuff.

I've been known to take one for the team, but this is ridiculous.

For the past few years I was perplexed as what to do with them all. The Coach felt the same way. Lolo had no attachment to them whatsoever....except for the glass/crystal world series trophy, which resides in Coach's work office. 

 I searched and searched for a good way to recycle/reuse them. ANYTHING aside from sending them all to the landfill....I would not be able to sleep if I did that. Fo'rizzle my shizzle. 

 I did a search again this week and each and every outlet I found that would reuse them was shut down.
My heart sunk each time I hit a dead end.

I imagined my retirement; me, old decrepit and tripping over trophies. Yeah, I was 55 in this scenario. 

 Then I read something about putting them on craigslist.

I've shied away from craigslist....because of that killer and all.

But I thought: what the heck. A killer VS a landfill? I will take my chances because I love my planet.

Do you feel bad now since you threw away a plastic bottle?

Well you should. 

Do you see the extent of what I will do to avoid the landfill...and you just willy nilly threw away plastic?

DID you even think about all the oil it took to MAKE that bottle? 

Maybe we should all just pack up and move to the Middle East.

Oh...wait...I forgot I was writing a post here. 

I posted FREE TROPIES on crags list.

I got 5 replies. The very first one was for a not for profit group that will make new name plates and reuse them all.

BINGO!

MY DAY WAS MADE!

Even better, the Coach met the non-craigslist killer at work with the loot!

Just goes to show you, we can all keep our landfills to a minimum. I mean it people. 

Don't make me come over there.....

You've not seen the ugly side of me. Ok, maybe you have.

Hopefully you love me just the same. 

XOXO