Friday, January 1, 2016

Happy New Year

Last night was possibly the best New Year's Eve I've ever had.

We'd planned to go to Baytown Wharf and enjoy the festivities and fireworks but the rain put an end to that idea.

So we planned our own festivities – which began with a trip to the fireworks tent in front of the grocery store.



Yes, it was monsooning out but I didn't care. I was determined to have some kind of fireworks display at midnight, whether it was raining or not.


Then we gathered all of the kids, made snacks, broke out the Wii, and played games for most of the night.


None of them seemed excited about the idea of playing Wii games with their parents but it didn't take long for them to get in the spirit of things and they all seemed to enjoy themselves.












Eleven thirty came and it was still raining but damn the torpedoes and full speed ahead – we're lighting fireworks in the rain.

We could see some of the higher fireworks Harborwalk set off in the Pass over the tops of the trees so I guess we could have gone down there to see them but watching our own little display was more fun.



 
I don't think the neighbors were too upset with our little fireworks show but the megaphone our “other son, B” got for Christmas? Not so much.


They probably aren't thrilled with the Oldest Island Boy's screaming goat impression either but it cracks me up every time he does it.


We rang in the New Year with family, fun and fireworks – which in my opinion is the best way to go.

I hope each of you has a blessed and wonderful 2016!


































Monday, December 28, 2015

It's Like Living With Minnie Pearl

The Island King has a thing about shoes and only owns 3 pair. Flip flops, deck shoes/loafers and his boots.

And he refuses to buy new ones until the ones he's wearing literally rot off of his feet.

Luckily for him, they don't stink so I don't complain. If he wants to wear a pair of shoes until they fall apart I don't care.

Not long ago, his deck shoes came apart as he was putting them on so he was forced to go and get a new pair.

He decided he wanted a loafer for winter (not that we're having a winter but...) so he wears his flip flops to the store, buys new shoes, pays and leaves the store – wearing his new shoes.

Off he went, stopping at several stores and then doing two photo shoots. I glanced at his new shoes when he got home that evening but it wasn't until he got home the next day that I got a closer look and saw this.


My husband has been working and wandering around with the tag on his shoe.

I pointed it out and being the odd duck that he is, he thought the tag was “kind of cool.”

So he left the tag on.

For a week.

It's like he's Minnie Pearl but instead of the hat it's his shoes.


Bless his heart.

Monday, December 21, 2015

Destin's Christmas Boat Parade

One of my favorite Christmas events is Destin's Boat Parade.

We go down to the harbor and wander through Harborwalk enjoying the lights and people watching









And then find a spot to watch the boats go by.







This year it was really windy and there were not as many boats in the parade as usual but it was still a great show


Which ended with a fireworks display over the Pass.




It might have been cold and windy but it was still a lot of fun and if you're ever in Destin during the holidays – this is one event you won't want to miss.  

Sunday, December 20, 2015

A Brick of My Very Own

Many years ago my parents (or sister – I can't remember which) found a brick with the word Kimberly stamped into it.


That being my sister's name, they kept the brick and it has always been on the porch, where ever we lived.

I was looking at the brick not long ago and asked why my parents have a brick with my sister's name but not one with my name.

Their answer was that they'd never found a brick with my name on it.

Well, about a week or so after that I was standing on their porch and I noticed the brick again. I also noticed a pile of bricks on the back porch so I decided it was time to end the discrimination.

I grabbed a brick and wrote my name on it with a Sharpie.


I called my parents outside, showed them the brick and then watched as they laughed until they almost cried.

I also sent a picture to my sister who thought it was hysterical that I've been jealous of a brick.

I'm not jealous any more and if you'll notice – I put my brick on top.



Sometimes you just have to take matters into your own hands.