I ask you:

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If you were scheduled to leave on vacation soon

and you were excited to go

and all you wanted to do was sneak out early,

would you?

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zip code 32080

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Yes, Miss....when do we land

where toes hit the sand?

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It's Bell's Oberon Day!!!

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Suuuuummmmmeerrrr's Commmmmmming.

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Noted!

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Sixteen Days

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...  that's the plan  ...

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What to do at the beach this spring...

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girl

meets boy

the end.

rather,

the beginning...

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Even the Doctor Grew Up

Preferred Reading

I think I'd prefer Dr. Chirban's first edition.

The later grown-up version doesn't appear

to be nearly as fun.

Were you taught China and Pea Nuts?

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Monday fuel...

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Well...since it's already here, 

happy Monday morning...

Yes...I'll have another cuppa, please.

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Twenty Three Days...

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and 9 hours and 33 minutes and 48 seconds...

47

46

  45...

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a teensey bit Irish and here's how I see it

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Irish Soda Bread

Brew

Great Grandfather and his Leprechaun

Riverdance

 

Irish Car Bomb

Celtic Women

One Fine Irish Castle

One Fine Irish Coffee 

(better in San Francisco than anywhere!)

Sade - my Irish Setter

Granny's Irish Stew

 

Baby Irish Wolfhounds

..and that's my Irish tour this year...

(note: food, booze, music/dance & dogs.   nothing changes.)

Erin go Bragh

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Moving: The Plan

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Well, see...that's the issue.  The Plan.

I know I want to move.

To a different style home.

For a specific type of "yard".

In a different neighborhood.

But somehow, I need to do a little homework and

research...I need something more in my minds eye

than just a structure.

Otherwise, I'll just take any out building.

No laughing.

This is serious.

Really...I mean it.

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Mmmmmmmm.......

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I like starting the week with some energy; 

something that gets me off the starting line in a flash.

Varrrrooooom.......

Thirty Days ~

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I can close my eyes and smell the ocean; 

I can hear seagulls

and the rustle of palm tree leaves.

I can sense sand between my toes

and water waving up to my ankles.

The sun is on my back and my entire

body relaxes in the warmth.

I am at the beach.

Soon.  Very soon.

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Green + Spring is near = YAY

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Thirty Seven days ~

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What client?  

What closing?  

What Lien?  

Who's attorney?

What bankruptcy? 

What conflicting vacation days?  

Why do you need to leave early?  

Who's on line 3?

  Which stockholder needs me?  

What deal canceled?

Ahhhhhhhhhh

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the planning is part of the fun

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Meeting traveling pals for dinner to discuss

the tropical excursion...

I do believe the anticipation and planning

can be as much a part of the fun as the actual trip.

Well...for me, this is true.

 

Maybe I should throw a t-shirt in this mix.

***screech***

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there's no formula...

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“I don’t know how you get out. 

All I know is how I got out.” 

via iwrotethisforyou

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