Monday, October 31, 2011

TRICK OR TREAT? Over 400 Of The Little Monsters, A New Record!


CRITTERS NOT SCARY


What is it about spiders, little critters, lights and eerie music that would draw a record crowd of over 400  halloween trick or treaters to a small home in Barberton?  I'd have to say it is the work of two very dedicated ladies who see themselves as witches.  Un Huh! 

At least 30 or 40 older teenagers made positive comments, expressing thanks, for another year of Halloween fun.  Parent after parent said their small children remembered the "witches" from last year and couldn't wait to come again.  This was reward enough for the witches!


GUARDED BY A DEVIL DOG, THE HOUSE WASN'T SCARY IN DAYTIME

DONNA BRINGING THE CALDRON
Gotta Have A Witches Brew
Although at times there would be 40 or 50 people waiting to get to the sidewalk to our house, everyone was orderly.  Some of the little monsters had to be restrained just to keep track of them.

DIDN'T SEE ANY LITTLE WITCHES ON BROOMS THIS YEAR?  MAYBE NEXT YEAR, HUH ROSEBUD!

The house was scary at night.  The kids had to reach into a talking witches box for their treat.  The teenagers loved this.  the little ones were a bit hestitant.  Everyone had a good time, the witches most of all!


MAY ALL YOUR MONSTERS COME BEARING SWEET GIFTS!

SO, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU AND YOUR'S THIS HALLOWEEN?
I'd like to know.
(Email address in my profile)

God Bless You and Your's

GOD BLESS THE USA


Sunday, October 30, 2011

NOVEMBER ELECTIONS? Let's Just Laugh It Off!

ELECTION TIME IS COMING, AGAIN! 
Let's Just Laugh It Off!

No, no, I'm going to vote.  I always vote.  It's just that I've had it up to here with all the politicing.  On the TV, hanging on my door, in the ground at the corner.  BE SURE TO VOTE.  In the meanwhile, to help us cope, I am hereby declaring that ON MY BLOG, NOVEMBER IS JOKE-A-DAY MONTH. 
And, no!  I am not rooting for Warstler, Walker or Hill.  They are just representative of all the signs cluttering up our neighborhood.

I dedicate my first joke to all the lovely ladies, and they are all lovely!  I know.
THE ANSWER TO "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG IN THE BATHROOM"

When you have to visit a public bathroom,
you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely
and take your place.

Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors.
Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking
down the woman leaving the stall

You get in to find the door won't latch.  It doesn't matter,
the wait has been so long you are about
to wet your pants!

The dispenser for the modern "seat covers",
 (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt),
is handy, but empty.

You'd hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one,
but there isn't, so you carefully, but quickly drape it 
around your neck, (Mom would turn 
over in her grave if you put it on the floor!)

You yank down your pants and assume the stance!

In this position your aging, toneless,
 (God, I should have gone to the gym!!!)
thigh muscles begin to shake.
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't
taken time to wipe the sea or lay toilet paper on it.

So, you hold the Stance!

To take your mind off your trembling thighs,
you reach for what you discover to be the empty dispenser.
In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying,

"Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat,
you would have known
there was no toilet paper"

Your thighs shake more.  
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday,
the one that's still in your purse.

Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now,
you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself
at the same time.

That will have to do.
You crumple it in the puffiest way possible.
  It's still smaller than your thumbnail.

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.
The door hits your purse,
which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest,
and you and your purse topple backward against the toilet tank.

"Occupied!" you scream,
as you reach for the door, dropping your
precious, tiny crumpled tissue into the puddle
on the floor, lose your footing altogether,
and slide down directly onto the
toilet seat!

IT IS WET, OF COURSE!

You bolt up, knowing all too well
that's it too late.
Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable
germ and life form on the uncovered seat
because you never laid down the toilet paper,
not that there was any,
even if you had taken time to try.

You know your Mother would be appalled if she knew,
 because, you're certain her bottom never touched
a toilet seat because

"Frankly, dear, you just don't know what kind
of diseases you could get!"

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet
is so confused that it flushes,
propelling a stream of water like a fire hose
against the inside of the bowl
that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your
butt and runs down your legs into your shoes.

The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force
that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser
in fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up...
You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.

You're
 E-X-H-A-U-S-T-E-D!!!!

You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket,
and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate
the faucets with the automatic sensors...
so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towell
and walk past the line of women still waiting.

You are no longer able to smile politely to them!

A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece
of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.
(WHERE WAS THAT WHEN YOU NEEDED IT?)
You yank the paper from your shoe,
plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly,
"Here, you just might need this".

As you exit, you spot your hubby,
who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom.
Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long,
and why is your purse hanging around your neck?

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restroom.
(REST??? YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING.)

It finally explains to the men what really does take so long.
It also answers their other commonly asked question
about why women go to the restroom in pairs.

It's so the other gal can hold the door,
hang onto your purse,
and hand you Kleenex under the door.

There you have it, friends, a funny-a-day for a month of election reruns,
 promises and begging for votes.

A JOKE A DAY FOR NOVEMBER.
Except for the Friday Travel Special.
Next Friday, Hopi Indian Reservations.
Look for it!

Gotta a joke you'd like to share?  I'd love to hear it!
(Email address in my profile)

God bless you and Yours.

GOD BLESS THE USA

Saturday, October 29, 2011

HERBSTRIET'S COMFORTABLE IN HIS OWN SKIN: How Are You Doing?

KIRK HERBSTRIET
Working as an  ESPN Sports Commentator in the Michigan State vs Nebraska football game today, Kirk Herbstriet stated he was "COMFORTABLE IN HIS OWN SKIN!"  He has received a lot of grief, forcing him to move away from Columbus, his lifetime home, over expressed opinions of Ohio State's recent woes.  He may have problems with the rabid OSU fans, of which I am one, but he is beloved by the nation's sports fans.

OSU QB 1989-93
Herbstriet is an OSU alumni.  He was a Buckeye quarter back 1989-93.  Born in nearby Centerville, Ohio Kirk was well known in that area.  He was the Gatorade High School Player of the Year in the 1987-88I think Kirk's personality is visible in the names of his four sons, Jake, Tye, Zak and Chase.

"COMFORTABLE IN HIS OWN SKIN!"

How are you doing in your skin?  That's what this blog is about.  If it can improve your view of yourself, it will be a blog of the utmost value!  The results are all up to you!


IT IS IMPORTANT THAT YOU KNOW JUST WHO AND WHAT YOU ARE.  You are truly one-of-a-kind!  In the whole world there is only one of you!  How precious is that?  And, very important, you are somehow made in the image of God.  No, I can't explain that but, in faith, I know it is true.

Know this:  You are not hair, teeth, eyes, hips, rear end, or legs.  You are not too tall or too short.  You are not too fat or too skinny.  You are not too smart or too dumb.  You are perfectly "YOU".  If I have learned anything in my very active 80 years, I know, I absolutely know, that accepting that truth is the most important lesson you will ever learn.

MY WIFE JULIE, ISN'T SHE A "LOOKER"
And, 60 is but a memory! 
My wife, Julie, has struggled with this truth all her life, but she is much better than she was 33 years ago.  Why do I bother sharing this?  Because, my friend, if you are positive about yourself, as I am to a fault, you will greatly influence those you hold dear.  I have rubbed off on Julie.  You, too, can make the whole world a better place.  Really, it is that important.

It is not an easy concept.  I struggled to be what I thought I should be until I was in my early 30's.  Struggling with a situation, not of my making or ability to control, I sought help from Dr. John McGarry, a friend as well as my personal physician.  He convinced me of who and what I was.

I had made remarkable progress professionaly in Industrial Management, my chosen field.  I was financially secure for such a young person starting with absolutely nothing.  I had served my country in a time of war.  I was active in church, community and family affairs.  I was a leader of leaders.  I was father to three great kids who looked to me for love and support.  He made me to know that I must accept that which I could not change and get on with life.  I've grown ever since.  I am still growing!

I like poetry.  One poem says "Like the ways of the seas is the way of life as I journey on my way.  It is the purpose of the soul that determines the goal, and not the trouble and strife".  Another ends with "Be still sad heart and stop repining, behind the clouds the sun's still shining.  Thy fate is the common fate of all, into each life some rain must fall. Some days must be cold and dark and rainy".


You are not a problem, you are a solver of problems.  In my family I have taught my children never to even use the word problem.  We say we have an opportunity.  What a different concept. 

YOU GET TO DECIDE!  How cool is that?  Choose well and continue to strive.  You will get there.  I really do know!

 HOW ARE YOU COPING?  I'D LIKE TO KNOW!
(My email address is in my profile)

God bless you and your's.

GOD BLESS THE USA



Friday, October 28, 2011

WINTERS COMING! It's Entertainment Time Again. Hooray!

DEEP SNOW 2010-11


"OUR" CABIN OF CHOICE
Prospect Hill B & B

I've enjoyed summer at the families' lakeside retreat and fall at the beach.  Now its time to look for a nice warm fire to sit in front of and plan dinners and parties for friends and family. We are not that fond of the cold and snow, anymore, but we love having guests into our home in the wintertime.

We start planning with a review of what has and has not worked well in past winters.  I'll share some of those times with you.



WE LOVE THE CHRISTMAS SEASON
A cheery, decorated home and cards from friends!

JULIE AND FRIENDS
 We enjoy having several dinners and parties over the Christmas season.  In addition to family members, Julie has a group that comes a cackling on Super Bowl Sunday.  No, they don't watch the game, they eat and eat and eat!  Oh yes!  They giggle a lot.  Our dining group has their Progressive Dinner at Christmas time, going from home to home for each course of a large meal.  Yes, we do put out cookies for Santa.  Want to play it safe, you know!

IN KEEPING WITH THE SEASON


OUR DINING GROUP
Spread Eagle Tavern & Inn
We enjoy a winter weekend in a Bed and Breakfast with family or friends.  This year we are going to The Spread Eagle Tavern and Inn hosting our daughter, Kimberly, and son, Mark, with their spouses.  Several times, in past years, Julie and I have enjoyed being together at Prospect Hill Plantation Inn in Virginia.  Last year, we visited with a recently discovered cousin who lived nearby.  Still another year, we hosted two couples at The Inn at Honey Run in Ohio.  We really enjoy going to B&Bs a couple times a year.

A ROMANTIC DINNER!

On Valentine's Day, we host a very special dinner for three couples.  It is a dress-up affair.  The girls get to wear their most gaudy trinkets.  The guys will most  certainly buy a corsage for their "sweetie".  In the past we had the guys write a love poem and read it on demand, after which the girls would describe either their first kiss or how he proposed.  THIS WAS HILARIOUS!  Unfortunately, we have been doing this so many years, we have run out of couples and know all their stories.  Last year we changed it and started recycling everyone. Won't say how we changed it because they will be reading this blog and I don't want to give away our new plans.  TRY THIS, YOU'LL LIKE IT.  This will be an all-time favorite for your friends.  If you want to know more on this, email me--address in my profile.

Until my left hip failed me, and had to be replaced, Julie and I hosted a Mid-Winter Hoedown for friends and family.  We'd prepare bar-b-qued ribs and chicken with all the trimmings for over a hundred people and shout out "YA'ALL COME NOW, YA'HEAR?"  They have always come.  We have extensive chaffing dishes for the food, coolers for the drinks and a great sound system for calling the square dances.  Can't do this this year, I'll still breaking in my new hip.  But this is a great idea you might want to consider.

So, you don't call square dances?  Look around, someone in your neighborhood does.  Can't afford the food or hall rental?  Get a few others to go in with you.  As I always told my kids, in life, "NEVER TAKE NO FOR A FINAL ANSWER!"  This can be a great pickup for people with the winter funks!  And, you'll have fun.

SOUTH SEAS ISLAND SEA FOOD BUFFET
I said above I'd share what did and what did not work.  Last winter we had one of the most enjoyable dinners ever.  In the dead of winter we had a SOUTH SEAS ISLAND SEA FOOD BUFFET.  This was expensive but we purchased the food over a period of time as we found it on sale.  We totally stripped our living and dining rooms, making them into a sea side dining area and a Head Hunter's Lounge.  We covered the walls with a sea side mural and brought in lots of tropical plants.  We built a small Tiki Hut with sound and light and had a professional singer, in costume, sing island songs.  There was a dozen to enjoy the lobster, crab, clam and you name it.  Did they love it?  ARE  YOU KIDDING?  Over the course of a long evening, they consumed two gallons of Pina Colada and a gallon and a half of Bahama Mamas.

SOUTH SEAS ISLANDS SEA FOOD BUFFET 2010

Where was the fly in the buttermilk?  It took a week of hard work to set up the two rooms and two weeks to put everything back in place.

This does not include the time and effort to beg, borrow and steal all the props and plants

CONSIDER THIS ONLY IF YOU ARE A GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT LIKE JULIE AND ME!  
YES, IT IS THE SEASON FOR ENTERTAINMENT, YOU GET THE PICTURE. 

My friends, the good life does not take money, IT TAKES TIME AND PLANNING.  We buy our food far in advance and on sales, ALWAYS!  We shop over the long time in dollar trees, yard sales and, yes, thrift stores.  Want beautiful, unstained, red table cloths and napkins for your Romantic Dinner?  You can spend big bucks at a department store or pennies at the thrift store.  Laundry them well and you are set.

John 10:10 says that Jesus came that we might have life and have it more abundantly.  Take him up on that!  We do and you can.  He did not say that "the rich" could have the more abundant life.  TIME AND PLANNING, THAT'S THE KEY.   Rich or poor, He gave us each 1444 minutes a day, use your's wisely.

WHAT DO YOU DO IN THE WINTER TIME THAT IS NEW, DIFFERENT AND EXCITING?
I'm always on the lookout for new ideas.  (My email address is in my profile)

May an Angel from up on high watch over you and your's!


GOD BLESS THE USA

DAS OKTOBERFEST: The First Friday Travel Blog

Greetings!  Vielen Dank fur mein Blog lesen.  Vielen Dank fur lhre Gastfreundschaft der Zeit besuchten wir lhrem schonen Land.  Ich schatze lhre Freundschaft.

 (Greetings!  Thank you for reading my blog.  Thank you for your hospitality the times
 I visited your beautiful country.  I appreciate your friendship.)
NIGHTTIME AT DAS OKTOBERFEST
My wife, Julie, and I attended the 175th Octoberfest in Munich, German in 1985.  We were the guests of people from Texas for whom I had raised a lot of capital.  Trying to be "one of the guys" with the Texans, I wore a stetson hat, new cowboy boots and a large belt buckle.  We were to meet in Munich, Germany.  Our flight was rerouted due to a huricane hitting New York City.  We flew by way of Toronto and Amsterdam but our luggage went the original routing through New York..  Julie, wise woman that she is, carried clothing and makeup, I did not.  We waited four days for the luggage to arrive, me wearing rediculous, and uncomfortable, clothes, including boots and hat.

TRAVEL RULE #1:  BE PREPARED TO LOSE YOUR LUGGAGE.  If it can happen it will, at the worse possible time.

A BEER TENT AT DAS OKTOBERFEST
There was a reception in the hotel for us and the other members of our tour group. It was a gala affair, but I had been to far too many receptions and I had never been to Das Oktoberfest, whose lights brightened the night sky.  After saying "howdy" and thanking all the hosts, I took Julie by the hand and sneaked out of the reception. It was only a short walk from our hotel to the brightly lighted festival and it would have been difficult to get lost, even for me!
WE WERE IMMEDIATELY WELCOMED TO JOIN IN THE FUN AT A TABLE
Almost in shock at such a crowd, we headed for one of the many very large beer tents.  There were probably 7,000 people inside with an oompah band, playing on a raised bandstand in the middle of the tent.  Of the 7,000, in the tent, probably 5,000 were dancing and singing with maybe 2,000 of those actually dancing on the large picnic tables.  The song they were playing had the same tune as "Old MacDonald Had A Farm".  I grabbed a totally intimidated Julie and started to dance, singing "Old MacDonald".  For the umpteenth time since we had been at the festival, dressed in our large hat, boots and big buckle, we were warmly greeted as "Yanks" and invited to join a group at their picnic table.  We did.

EACH BUXOM WAITRESS TOTED 10 BIG MUGS OF BEER
What do you do at a Beer Festival?  Duh!  You drink beer.  Problem was, neither Julie nor I were much when it came to drinking beer, and, that beer, specially brewed for Oktoberfest, was really strong! The beer is not cold, cool "maybe", served in giant mugs, also made just for the festival.  Ten of these giant steins, each overflowing with beer, was carried by the buxom girls in costume.  WOW! How do they do that?  Or, where do they find all those truly buxom girls, each a real beauty?
ONE, TWO, THREE AND DOWN THE HATCH!
What fun we had, sharing one beer which we never fully got down.  We couldn't understand everything that was being said but followed the general gist of things. In between swaying back and forth with the group, we knew that,  following the counting chant  of "oans, zwda, drei, G'suffa", (one, two, three, down the hatch), we were to clink our steins loudly with the group, slopping beer to belly laughter, and drink the foaming beer.  Perhaps they were all "mellow" from the beer, but their cheerful spirits was infectious.  We loved it.

YA, DAS ISH GEMULT'LICHKEIT!  (Yes, it was wonderful fellowship!)

THE PASTRIES WERE DELICIOUS
What marvelous food they had at stalls all through the grounds.  Fish, chickens, pretzels, roast knuckle,radish and Emmental cheese.  Our favorites were the apple struedel and a sweet yeast dumpling in a vanilla sauce.    Sausage?  Every kind in every way.  We ate our way across the grounds.  Julie got an offer to "share her pomme frits", french fries, with a very friendly German.  Guglhupf is a German cake, there is roast duck and mouth-watering pork knuckles.  Cheese without end.  Our favorite restaurants at home became German, we liked it that well.

THIS BEAUTIFUL HAM WAS CALLED A ROASTED KNUCKLE
The Germans place a high priority on cleanliness and take great pride to keep everything well groomed.  Their underground train stations are as clean as an American hospital--the floors gleam and trash of any kind is non existent.  The walls are not marked up.  They are law-abiding to a fault.  I was assured that not one person in that crowd of people, some of whom had to be intoxicated, tried to drive a car while drunk.  At the train station, you buy a ticket and time stamp it.  You can ride any form of transportation for 24 hours.  NO ONE EVER CHECKS YOUR TICKET!  Get off the train, get on a bus, no one asks for money or a ticket.  Unimaginable!

I RECOMMEND THAT YOU CONSIDER A VISIT TO GERMANY AND TO THE OKTOBERFEST!  I've been twice and plan to go again in my round-the-world trip, which I hope to make some day.

Folks in Germany read my blog today, 48 have read it this month.  Hundreds since it's inception.

Ihr Interesse an meinem Blog ist wirklich sehn gesschatzt. Dank 
Gott senge Sie und Ihre ist.
(Your interest in my blog is truly appreciated.  Thank you!)
(God bless you and your's)

BEEN THERE, DONE THAT?  TELL ME ABOUT IT!
(My email address is in my profile)

GOD BLESS THE USA 

Thursday, October 27, 2011

MAXINE! She's Got The Answers To A Poor Economy

Belofts maken schuld en schuld maakt belofts
(Promises make debt and debt makes promises)
Dutch Proverb

Economic problems?  I nominate someone with the answers.

MAXINE!





There you have it, Maxine, Economic Czar!

The Dutch Proverb quoted above is right!  In America
today, there is no shortage of debt
or political promises! 

HAVE YOU HAD IT "UP TO HERE" WITH
ALL THE POLITICAL PROMISES?
Tell me about it!
(Email address in profile)

God Bless You And Yours!

GOD BLESS THE USA

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

THE SOUND OF MUSIC: And, Now I Don't Feel So Bad!

Es ist wichtig, ein Funkeln in lhren Falten haeben
(It is important to have a twinkle in your wrinkle)

AN ALL TIME FAVORITE MOVIE 

BRIGITTA

The memory of taking my family to see The Sound of Music still warms the cockles of my heart.  My lovely daughter, Kimberly, played the part of Brigitta in a high school play.  While we were in Austria, my wife, Julie, visited the site of the movie.

Can it be that Julie Andrews is really 69 years old?

JULIE ANDREWS AT AGE 69
She is!  But, as I quoted above in German, "It is important to have a twinkle in your wrinkle!"  Julie Andrews, actress/vocalist, does.  At a special benefit appearance at Manhattan's Radio City Music Hall, she performed "My Favorite Things" with the following lyrics.

(If you sing it, it's especially hysterical!!!) 

Botox and nose drops and needles for knitting,
Walkers and handrails and new dental fittings,
Bundles of magazines tied up in string,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Cadillacs and cataracts, hearing aids and glasses,
Polident and Fixodent and false teeth in glasses,
Pacemakers, golf carts and porches with swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the pipes leak, When the bones creak,
When the knees go bad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.

Hot tea and crumpets and corn pads for bunions,
No spicy hot food or food cooked with onions,
Bathrobes and heating pads and hot meals they bring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Back pain, confused brains and no need for sinnin',
Thin bones and fractures and hair that is thinnin'
And we won't mention our short shrunken frames,
When we remember our favorite things.

When the joints ache, When the hips break,
When the eyes grow dim,
Then I remember the great life I've had,
And, then I don't feel so bad.

WHAT JOY!

What is your special memory of this old classic?

SHARE IT!
(Email address in the profile)

God bless you and your's

GOD BLESS THE USA

"So Long, Farewell, Auf Weiderschen, Goodbye"
(Thanks for sharing, Maude)

THE NIGHT SKY: A Journey From Dachau To Denver and Back!

Wseystko dobre, ale w domu najlepiet!
(All's well that ends well)
The romantic and fictionalized Winds of War and Shindler's List, and the heartbreak of  Anne Frank's Diary, come to life in this true epic of horrific survival in the Dachau Concentration Camp for a young mother with her two little girls.  Individuals devoted to their families will feel deep empathy for Marie, the oldest daughter, in her 43 year quest for her biological father.

DEATH CAMP SURVIVORS WELCOME LIBERATORS
In devastated Europe, at the end of World War II, the family found themselves in crowded displaced persons camps.  When they were relocated to the United States they thought they had died and gone to heaven.

Their new home was an isolated, two room shack on a Colorado mountainside.  A wood burning cook stove provided their only heat in the fridgid winter weather.  Water was carried from a spring.  Toilet facilities were a path to an outhouse.  But, they were free and could choose their own future.  And, they did!

MARIE SUTTON
Although the book tells of Marie entering school as a little foreign girl who did not speak English, it did not tell the "Paul Harvey" rest of the story.  Marie earned a degree in Accounting and Finance from Colorado University and a degree in Executive Development from Harvard University.

Learning American history watching her mother study for American citizenship, Marie later entered government service in an entry level clerical position.  She progressed upward into leadership positions in the U.S. Treasury Department, assisting the FBI and DEA in major cases.


Marie is currently an Area Director with the U.S. Commerce Department.

As I opined above in Polish, "Alls well that ends well!" THE NIGHT SKY: Dachau to Denver and Back! is a "must" read!  I visited Dachau in 1985 and was fascinated reading the book.  It is $14.50 at Amazon.

Tell me what you think when you read the book.  My email address is in my profile.

God Bless You and Your's.

GOD BLESS THE USA

Remember, freedom isn't free!
 

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

HOME AGAIN: Myrtle Beach 2011

I WANT YOU TO ENJOY THE GOOD LIFE LIKE I DO!  Encouraging you to also enjoy the good life is one of the reasons I write this blog.  I'll share the highlights of our three weeks in a beach front  pent house suite just south of Myrtle Beach.


SUNRISE AT MYRTLE BEACH, SC 2011
Most of my days started at sunrise, on the balcony, waking up with an alcohol-free bloody Mary mix and a fresh cup of coffee.  Alone, 16 floors up from an empty beach, made a perfect time for meditation, inward reflection and planning.  I URGE YOU TO MAKE TIME IN YOUR LIFE FOR SUCH PRECIOUS MOMENTS.  The reward is peace and happiness that money cannot buy.

Although it is another blog, I assure you that you too can enjoy such a life.  It only takes time and planning.
What we do is have a month long party!  We welcome different guests each week with brochures of things to do, sweet treats and a small gift.  Just adds a little style and love to our welcome.

 The first week my son, Mark, his wife, Mary Kay, their daughter, Jillian and her husband, Tim and our cousin Cheryl had a blast.  The second week friends, Marty and Renee, made another trip to visit for a week at fun city.  Although  unplanned, our 3rd week guests could not come and Julie and I thoroughly enjoyed a week alone.  The last two days were spent with two couples from our dining group for the 4th week.

THE WEATHER WAS PERFECT!
We returned to NE Ohio cold and rain

WALT'S SAUSAGE GRAVY
From my sausage gravy and biscuits with potatoes fried with onions to Julie's blueberry french toast, everyone enjoyed big breakfasts daily.  NO, I ACTUALLY LOST A COUPLE POUNDS!  Everyone fixed their own lunch from the "fixings" in the well stocked fridge and Julie and I alternated cooking our specialities for dinner.  One night our grand daughter, Jillian, fixed one of her specialities. Talk about the good life--we "lived high on the hog!"



JULIE AND MARTY AT FLO'SPLACE
Of course, we did dine out--dining at Myrtle Beach is a blog in and of its self.  We have several traditional places we eat.  Po' Boys on the water-way at Flo' Place is a must.  I do shrimp and Julie does oysters.  We all do Cajun Dill Pickles.  Yum Yum!

We ate at other places, often at the K & W Cafeteria, and made side trips to North Carolina and Charleston to eat at favorite places.  I'll share our trip to Charleston and Bubba Gump's Shrimp Factory.

BUBBA GUMP'S SHRIMP FACTORY, CHARLESTON, SC 2011

SHRIMP DIPPING BROTH AT BUBBA GUMPS
We prefer the covered, outdoor dining at this very unusual restaurant, based upon the movie "FOREST GUMP".  Games are played as the diners enjoy the most unusual and wonderful food.  I've enjoyed the shrimp dipping broth for years, now.  Simple but very good.  Add the amount of rice you want, dip in the fresh baked bread and you have the best of the best.  There are two license plates on each table.  One says
RUN the other says STOP.  When you want service you show the STOP PLATE.

Historical Charleston, SC is one of our nation's premier vacation sites.  From slave auction locations to Fort Sumpter, site of the first battle of the Civil War, Charleston has it all.

DO Y0U GO TO MYRTLE BEACH?  When do you go and where do you stay?  What is your favorite restaurant or putt putt golf.  (Email address in my profile)

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