California or bust???

I've been dreaming of the beach for weeks now. Warm, sunny days and relaxing by the pool. Don't get me wrong, this winter has been extremely mild and I would never complain about that. I just REALLY loved our visit to California a couple years ago. And that's saying alot because we had 3 kids with us and mine whined. ALOT. And so did my sisters. (just seeing if you were paying attention) It was still enjoyable. I want to go back there sometime soon. My mother-in-law wants us to come back this spring but I think we'll wait till next year. Not that I'm not dreaming of this:

How cool would that be??!!!

Except I would look more like this:

Who doesn't love a good floatation device?!

For now I will just dream of warm, sunny beaches and pin my "dream" vacation spots. Wade's dream vacation spot looks more like this:

I prefer motorized vehicles and drinks with umbrellas. :)

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Recently my sister got me started reading blogs. Funny, laugh out loud, real life people doing and saying things that make me laugh. Love them! So, having no extra time in my day, I decided I'd give it a try. Why the hell not. My life is full of stupid crap that no one everyone will want to read about. First thing I had to come up with a name. Problem was, everything I could think of was not appropriate for some that might read this. Those that know me, know that I cuss. Alot. It's a terrible thing some of the filth that comes out of my mouth. So, disclaimer..... I CUSS ALOT !!!!!! Recently I started running. I used to despise the thought of it. I had visions of passing out while jogging 1/4 of a mile and would lay there till my husband, a hired man, or one of the horses/cows/dogs would find me. But let's face it. I'm not getting any younger. And what's the...

Ode to the running shoe.......

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And I'm spent........

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Permanently Exhausted

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