Sexy Sadie

Pup and I are about to book an April trip. He works long and hard hours during the tax season and this year we are heading someplace (it's getting narrowed down) where there will be lots of beach, lots of sun, lots of theme drinks, lots of shopping, and maybe even lots of golf.

We are Minnesotans. We are pale, chubby, and not beach ready in the least. Not that all Minnesotans look like this, but enough do that I sometimes hear our part of the country talked about in a not so flattering light. I have amused myself many times in Las Vegas by picking out the people I'm certain are from Minnesota. They are usually wearing bad t-shirts and fanny-packs around largish bellies.

So . . . I am in a competition with a co-worker. We are getting to our fighting-weight and competitive bodies for our April trips. I'm trying to get Pup to participate as well.

Better eating, better exercise, and better feeling. And hopefully better looking.

Here is what I aspire to . . .

I stumbled on this just a few minutes ago while cleaning out my photo-log in my blog folder. I was struck by it once again.

This photo made the rounds a few months ago and I remember marveling when I saw it. A woman of a certain age, looking a certain way. A hot, non-bobblehead kind of body.

Helen - will you be my poster-girl?

Helen Mirren

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The Riviera Maya

This is a shot from my PHONE because I, somehow, brought the wrong charging cord. Rats and Cats!

It was a fantastic vacation. I am still reeling from it in a way.

I have discovered that I love to travel, but I'm like a drunken sailor for days afterward. Or am I like this all the time and only notice when I'm groggy? Ha!

There is something about being someplace so incredibly beautiful that is puzzling to me.

Everywhere we looked on this vacation was a feast of beauty. To the saturation point. Like your eyes couldn't believe it was this lovely. Lush, exotic, sensual. Just looking would give you a lovelygasm. Over and over and over until you had to shut your eyes.

I think I could live in Mexico.

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It Was Heaven, but the Wi-Fi Wasn't

Oh!

Vacations are awesome, but it is always sooooo good to get home.

I've been flying all day and am now wired for sound at 1:11 in the morning. Who knows when I'll simmer down.

I just drank a large glass of milk and while waiting for it to work its magic, I'll read my blogs and see what ya'll have been up to.

Yay!

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Is There Wi-Fi in Heaven?

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Packing for a Trip

Dream Packing

How I Really Do It

Distracted. I just discovered Pandora radio. How do I get around on a daily basis anyway? How am I so late to so many parties? I KNOW that my daughter Lorenzo has told me about Pandora SEVERAL times.

So, if I can figure it out, I am going to be able to listen to Pandora on my Blackberry while on vacay. I do sometimes get sick of my iPod selections. After all, I only have zillions of songs to listen to on that damn thing. Why do I hit skip skip skip when it's on?

So, packing for a trip.

I have clothes on a roller bar in the bedroom. Chuck full of shit. Shoes laying all over. Trying to cull it down to a weeks worth of loveliness. I'll get there and have NOTHING to wear which is okay. We'll be in our swimsuits mostly anyway right? Who needs clothes at night? It's dark. We'll do naked dining. Is this wrong?

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