Where Globe-Trotting meets Beach-Combing
We are trapped in January for another three weeks. WE HATE JANUARY. It’s nothing personal, beloved family and friends with birthdays in January. It’s not you. It’s JANUARY. WE HATE IT. Did you know 40 percent of Americans feel blue in January? I read that somewhere. Go figure. Anyway, we went to the beach the…
Last minute Christmas shopping in downtown Pensacola. Time to engage in some Florida tourism! I picked up a few last-minute Christmas gifts in downtown Pensacola, then visited Joe Patti’s Seafood Market for the first time. I stopped by Palafox Pier on my way to pick Isaac up from Mom’s Day Out and saw dolphins playing…
Santa’s not so sure about Isaac, either. Whiting Kid’s Christmas Party, Dec 13 Here in northwest Florida we waffle between 80 and 40 degrees. I love Florida at Christmas! We began the season by getting a Christmastree OF COURSE. Isaac loved that. Mid-purchase, we noticed a massive plastic Christmas train on sale. Isaac was enthralled….
Our first encounter—Jiyugaoka Lupicia Tea class, May 2010! My friend Nicole dropped some big news a few months ago: she and her husband were going off the media grid. They canceled their cell phones, email accounts, personal blogs and facebook accounts. Gone. No television. They retained a home computer with internet access and a single land…
Please, take my JOY pillow and stuff in your keyboard! I’ve about had it. If I see one more of my peers posting another post of a repost of a posted reposty post “mommy blog” whining about how hard it is to be a mom, I might toss the computer out the window. Sure, being…
World’s Most Handsome Assistant, on assignment at a recent ribbon cutting Love this layout Now that I’m not sick 3/4 of ALWAYS, my Assistant Photographer and I have been quite busy. We’ve had something in every Gazette except one this month, and have a spread (photos and a story) scheduled for the last issue, too….
After Isaac’s birthday, we started worship training. “Do you want to go to the nursery, or do you want to worship God with Mom and Dad?” I ask him as we get him out of the car. “Mama!” he always says. I feed him Altoids during the announcements, and when we start singing, he joins…
