I am not smiling because I am happy. I am smiling because I am imagining myself kicking the person taking the photo.
When I was invited to participate in a blogger’s fitness class at Pure Barre in Fort Lauderdale, my first reaction (and my response to the email) was “Really? After my last performance in that hot yoga class you want me to come and then write about this? Oy.” Apparently the person that invited me was highly amused by the fact that I totally suck at yoga, and was not-so-secretly hoping my Pure Barre class would result in equal or greater clumsiness and self-mocking. Continue reading Pure Barre, Fort Lauderdale
We all need more friends with benefits, right? Before you get all excited, no, I am not talking about those benefits. I am talking about run-of-the-mill, things-you-can-discuss-with-a-toddler kinds of perks. I often find myself having the following conversation with acquaintances: Continue reading Friends with Benefits
FKGuy honing his mad skee ball skills
So, you heard about FKGuys big Four-Oh
this past May, where I cooked for a week, prayed it didn’t rain (since we had no plan B) and had a whole lot of people over eating and drinking. Those are the kinds of birthday parties in my life these days. Recently, I wrote about an 11-year-old’s party
where I learned to juggle. After reading that post, a friend of mine decided that I would be invited to her children’s birthday parties. So we went. To Chuck E. Cheese. In Aventura. Continue reading Birthday Parties
The Pez Cake
April has now become officially known (at least to me) as “50th birthday party month
“. May is shaping up to be “40th birthday month
” but you’ll hear more about that as it unfolds. A week ago I went to a birthday lunch for a very good friend. About 20 people gathered at Lola’s on Harrison for an afternoon of good food, friends and a Pez cake. Continue reading Surprise!
I absolutely love the Waterfront Playhouse. It is right at Mallory Square, so once you get past the throngs of tourists there for sunset, it is a pleasure. The theater itself is small, charming and well air conditioned (hey, these things are important in Key West…) There is also not a bad seat in the house. Plus, it is Key West, so there is always a bar. Continue reading The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, Waterfront Playhouse, Key West
Key West Story is the newest book from author Rick Skwiot, and the latest book I have forced upon my book club. I’m glad I did. The book is a great read. Our main character, Con, finds himself in a bit of a bind and needs to make some interesting choices. Continue reading Key West Story, by Rick Skwiot
Babka, relaxing before going out for dinner with us (she has already had dinner)
Key West is a dog friendly kind of town. People are always out and about walking their dogs, taking them to the enormous dog park at Higg’s Beach or the dog beach. Yes, that is correct. Canines have their own beach in Key West. No, they do not get their own concession stand selling ice cream. (That gives me an idea…) Continue reading Dog Friendly, Key West
Babka at the Hog's Breath with Alison.
For the past eighteen years the Hog’s Breath has put on the Hog Trot, a Thanksgiving weekend 5K race. This was only my second one. I signed up late, was congested and had both wine and margaritas the night before. There was no way it was going to go well for me. Continue reading Hog’s Breath Hog Trot 5K
Babka "guarding" the window
As a new dog owner, I know that one of the things the “experts” warn against is humanizing your dog. I get it. Babka’s a dog. She barks, plays, “kills” a toy squirrel every chance she gets and loves treats. She also talks to me. Here are some of the highlights of the last three weeks: Continue reading Things My Dog Says
Babka loves riding in the car!
Babka, the somewhat anxious, hates-to-be-left-alone, but amazingly sweet and super cute terrier has now been with us for a little over two weeks. After I got over my initial reaction of wanting to shoot myself (“What did I do? This is what I have to look forward to for the next 15 years? How will I survive?“) I have embraced the dog-owning life. Continue reading Oh, The Places We Go