self portrait in closed sign

(we're not closed here -- just momentarily, um, not exactly abandoned, but...anyway, we'll be back on track very very soon, we promises, yes we does...)

five guys.
no burgers and fries.

feeling down and just not quite, well, focused?
well, sure -- it's Thursday!
it all gets better tomorrow evening...

This was my summer beach/pool read -- well, the first one so far of the summer, that is.

One word...
readitIpromiseyou'llloveit

(I'm currently working on Her Fearful Symmetry -- shaping up to be, in one word, absolutelyfantasticandtotallyoriginal)

i try to not hover. i fail miserably.

I swear, if I ever hit the great big lottery...

Sigh.
Instead, it's back home and off to work.

takes one to know one.
you know?
(yes...i'm still cycling through beach photos...there's a lot of them.)

silly humans
they call THAT flying?

the long walk home

still so honestly amazed at what an iphone camera can do.

beach towns and bicycles just go together

it's just so nice to have the affirmation, don't you think?

three dudes.
count 'em...
three.

what a color combo. i think i need to repaint my kitchen.

i think i could live here
sigh

I'm ready to go back, now.

after a week at the beach, i'm feeling a bit, um, well...you know.

why is mama squeezing me and making that ooooooh sound?
she's silly
i think she said she could eat me up
she WAS kidding 'bout that, right?

standing at the crossroads.

Here's to happy endings.
Or beginnings ... whichever.
Here's to HAPPY.

we climbed it again.
i wore my sparkly flip flops.
i'm pretty sure that increases the coolness factor by 98%.

Miraculous.
More later.
(Yes -- we are increasing the popularity of boys around here from 2 million percent to 3 million percent. And that's no exaggeration...)

i have a feeling that boys are about to get really popular around here.

it's two-of-a-kind tuesday
(and we didn't even announce it...)

Honestly.

Could two people look more alike?

FROM THE BACK?

me too, with the birds.

birdie birdie in the sky
don't dive into any brown stuff

:-(

starsky called. he wants his glasses back.

fourth of July at the beach

sigh

(in my happy place)

 the journey is short, but it takes a really long time.

The anatomy of a wave.










Here on the Florida panhandle we are catching the weather that is spinning off from Hurricane Alex and the Gulf is as wild as I've seen it. Not that I've seen it in every condition -- but still. I'm just sayin' -- it's CRAZY.
So.
I stood ankle deep in the Gulf to get these photos -- stood fighting the pull of the surf, sweating bullets, and holding my brand new camera with both hands.
And I did it just for you, dear reader -- just for you.

(P.S. I've not seen any oil yet at Destin, Fort Walton Beach, or Panama City Beach. Sadly for those that rely on the tourist trade here, the crowds are down significantly.)

he told me yesterday that he wanted a straw cowboy hat with a leather strap that goes under the chin.
we walked into marshall's, and there it was.
serendipity.

(the shirt, "body by Lamborghini," he took from his dad's old closet at nanny and pop's. vintage 1970s.)

hey, big fella -
are cute little GIRL dogs allowed?
xoxoxoxo
queenie

uhh. did i say other dogs were allowed here?