Enough

Enough of my whining.  I know I am blessed.  I just forget sometimes about the things I do have, haunted by the things yet to come...  I'll get over it.

So I'm posting more vacation pics.  Photos that bring a smile to me...

Playcation

Spring break.  Relaxation.  Chilling.  Swimming.  Reading.  Napping.  Eating.  Playing.  And all those good things that come without internet connectivity.  

And it was great.

Except.  

I missed you peeps.  My homework this week is to get around to your blogs because seriously?  It's like missing a handful of episodes of The Office.  I'm all, "What?  Why are Dwight and Andy friends?  Who is that new guy?  "Why is Jim all kiss-assy now?  Why is Michael's office suddenly in a closet?"  

So, here's my peek at what's been happening with a camera and no internet.

A little of this...

A little of that...

And a lot of laundry and work back here in the real world.

A Segue And a Pear Tree

You know when you're reading something, a novel, a newspaper article, a blog, and you get a couple paragraphs in ... and you think, what did I just read?  'Cause I was totally just thinking about the time Matt Damon was all, "Hey Jamie, wanna go grab a drink?"  And I was like, "Oh, Matt Damon, come on, we're both married."  And he was all, "You know, you don't have to call me Matt Damon anymore.  You can call me Mattie."  You know that feeling?  Yeah, me too.  Or you're driving home and as you pull into your driveway you think, how did I just get home?  'Cause I totally only remember when Matt Damon was all broken down on the side of the freeway, and I was all heroic and I offered to give him a ride (insert comedic drum sound here)...

Anyways, I'm kind of there right now.  It's not a bad place to be, except you forget to remember that you're talking to a grandpa about how successful his son's adoption process went, whilst your own kids are running into people's sunburned legs.  

"Pardon me.  I'm sorry.  I was day dreaming.  How's that coffee feel?  On your leg?  Aloe vera?"

TWO adoption stories were gift-wrapped beautifully today, and given to me with shiny, pretty bows.  TWO beautiful children who were scooped up into loving families through the miracle of adoption.  I think I'm walking around with the Scarlet Letter on me, only my Letter A is screaming ADOPTION.

There, I said it.

I want to.

Really, I do.

As for the husband... he indulges my fantasy every now and then.  It's a start.  Like today when he complimented the brown skinned, chubby-legged, weeble wobble, gorgeous baby to her proud (adoptive) parents.  It's a tease.  It gets me fired up.  

Speaking of gift wrap... (nice segue), look what I won over at Wendi 's place...

No, not that adorable little boy up there...

Look down here...

That cool Duke visor on my little girlie (she was temporarily borrowing it).  Yup, I wish I had taken a photo of Wendi's lovely handwriting and pretty gift wrap, but I was too eager to rip it open and place it on my noggin.  Thanks Wendi!  I love it!  And the gummy bears and sour worms are DELISH.  I know they were for the kids.  I shared them, sort of.  

One more camera phone picture of my Hula Boy.

The back is feeling much better!  Yay. Hope you all are enjoying your summer.  Thank goodness for frequent flyer miles and hotel points and rental car points and ... 

Where Oh Where Oh Where is Jamie?

Where can Jamie be?

Blogging is truly one my favorite-ist things, next to reading all of your wonderful blogs.  But ... life has taken ahold of us and pulled me away.  Google Reader reminds me of my friends waiting, and I can't bear to "mark all as read."  I'm coming, I am.  

I feel like the flakey friend who keeps making promises she can't keep.  And I have some awards that I'm so stinkin' thrilled and honored to have received.  I really will share these.

I have a plan.

We're going on vacation -- TODAY!  It's been a long time in the planning, and I keep telling myself that I'll catch up on all of my reading, writing, and 'arithmetic in the form of reading blogs, blogging, and keeping tally of my alcoholic beverages (which may require some algebraic calculations).  

We're heading to Maui.  We're feeling very blessed to go on this vacation.  We're even going with our peeps.

Hi Peeps!

There will probably be a wee bit of this.... (beach-side)

And their son might try to pull some fancy tricks on Tatum again, like this...

I'm hoping like crazy for a free wi-fi connection.  I've been wanting to update my blog-roll, and add a new header, and read, and pass on awards.  

We'll see what happens.  Hope you and yours are enjoying your summer.  I realize how blessed we are to be taking this trip.  'Nuff said.

And to all The Bitches, I'm so sorry to be missing out on BitchHer.  You know I would have flown solo with two kids and a plane full of colicky babies to be with you... it just wasn't in my cards.  See you all when we get back.

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It's 9:31 a.m. and I swear I have not packed ONE SINGLE THING yet.  Not one.  I'm so starting to panic.  OK gotta go...

Bragging Brings Bad Karma

Lesson learned.  Well, this time at least.  I got all braggy about going on a trip sans kids.  And I got all braggy about floating in a lazy river with drinks in hand.  And I got all braggy about getting the house we wanted.  

Well thanks a lot MISTER Karma, because now I can't brag anymore, at least not verbally.  'Cause I seem to have a bad case of effing fever blisters on my effing bottom lip that make it effing miserable to eat, nag, brag, talk, or sip a salted margarita glass.  It looks a little something like this, but not on my tush.  It looks like lip-injection gone bad.  

Fuckity fuck it hurts.  So, no vacation pictures.  Just me all complaining today.  With lots of meds.  And a little sympathy.  A little.    

So, it turns out you're not supposed to be in the sun when shit like this gets on your lip.  Thanks Arizona sunshine.  My tan lines are digging you, my lip, notsomuch.

Gone Fishin'

Hello. My name is Jamie and I'm a Bloga-holic.

Well, you know I have a wee bit of a blogging problem when I'm sitting in the hotel room on a GORGEOUS day checking blogs. Actually, I'm just letting my breakfast settle, and last night's wine.

Quick recap/highlights of the trip so far.

* Sat next to youngish, normalish, cutish, looking guy on plane. I'm in middle seat so my hubby could have the aisle. Guess what said youngish not so cute-anymore-guy does on flight? PUKES in the BARF bag? Right.Next.To.Me. Are you kidding me? I desperately try to make eye contact with a flight attendant to say HELP! But Flight attendant must think I just have an eye twitch or that I'm flirting with her starchy shirt and feathered bangs. Damn it. Thank God it was a 45 minute flight because I was feeling pretty green after getting out of there.

* Let's just say cold beer and drinks with umbrellas ... as I FLOAT around the LAZY RIVER. Aw-yeah! Need I say more?

* My kids don't miss me. Tatum is in HEAVEN getting all doted on by her Nana (and Pop) and Aunt Linda. Chase has been coined "Barnacle Boy" because he's so attached to Gran. The thing is ... I miss them.

It's funny how we fantasize about getting nights alone from our kids. Then I sit at the pool and spy on the other pre-schoolers wishing I could give mine a cuddle.

Okay, back to vacation mode....the sun and cocktails beckon (like that happens just on vacation).