Traveling and turning the big 50

I’ve been talking about my 50th birthday trip since I was…, around 46?
We’ve visited Costa Rica twice before and I knew it was where I wanted to return to for the big 5 0.

We started the trip details back in January along with 3 other couples.
We rented a fabulous house on the beach in Tamarindo; the house had all the creature comforts….ya know, many bedrooms, a gorgeous pool/spa, gourmet kitchen, a chef and housekeeper, a gym and golf carts for us to tool around town in.

 Unbeknownst to me, my friends brought along lovely decorations and more presents than I deserve!

 We even had our own custom made Yeti’s for the trip!

We all enjoyed playing in the pool…..just give us a few beers and balls and we’re kiddos again.

The view from the chickie hut looking out to the pacific was magical….we saw a few humpback whales while here. That was a first for all of us. 

And this guy visited us daily. Too bad iguana’s aren’t that cute, but I never let him know this….surely they have feelings too. 

 We had an excursion one day that included a beautiful Costa Rican lunch and then a boat ride along a river where we saw many crocodiles, howler monkeys and lots of lovely birds. Also, we stopped and saw this gorgeous waterfall. FYI: The Coach and I declared this was the most perfect meal…and it was cooked in an outdoor kitchen/grill.

My sweet friends arranged for a birthday dinner one evening prepared by a local Chef; it was

 They made a lot of these really cute caption cards for us to play with all week.

And they even created these lovely menu cards for my birthday dinner.
Please note, the date is incorrect because we had to move UP the special dinner because of IRMA!

Am I a little angry at Irma?
Why, yes, I am.
Do I love my husband and sweet friends? yes I DO! They made my birthday so special.
This is only the first part of our trip…..It was extended because of IRMA. (there I go, being angry again)
I’ll post the second part soon because since I’m getting OLD, I may forget otherwise. 


Hurricane Irma tried to steal my birthday Thunder


A quick update.
First, thank you for all of you who’ve messaged/emailed me about hurricane Irma. We were in Costa Rica celebrating my birthday with 6 other peeps when she was approaching.
We weren’t all able to secure 8 flights home, so some of us ended up staying for 12 days instead of 7.

Please know that we are all well. Our sweet little town may never look the same again…..but there were no lives lost in our area.

Our home has some damage, mostly landscaping and some of the newly (one week prior to Irma) installed fencing. Some roof tiles and facia/soffit work and a all screens on pool cage will be redone.
We’ve been cleaning up and are almost back to ‘normal’.

I’m going to miss that tree!

Lindsay fled to GA, The Coach secured our home and fled to the East Coast, Lolo had to put in major overtime and work the entire storm, prior and post.

I’ll share photos soon. I just got internet back this morning, so I’ve got bills to pay and things to do. 😉

Life is good and we are truly lucky. Praying for the people of Puerto Rico and those here who still don’t have power.


Crouching and Crabbing

Remember this lovely photo from last week?

Well, do you have any idea what my sweet girl was messing with?
Only one of her favorite things ever.

I came down to the beach and she said:
Mama! Quick come here!
You’ve got to see this!
Me: ????
Lo: DON’T STEP ON ANY SHELLS OR ANY HOLES…they are all hermit crabs!

{can you see the video? I can on ONE of my computers, but not the other}
Yes, there were at least a bajillion of them. All cute and special…all lacking free will.

Did you know that if you drop a piece of lettuce on the ground, you can start a hermit crab civil war?

You can.

Then I forced her to stop messing with them so I could get some good silhouette photos.
I’m a mean one~~~~Mr. Grinch.

Lolo starts her 2nd year of college today; surprisingly she is not majoring in Marine Biology OR posing. 

Flashback; The Croucher

January 2000
 Naples Beach.
Lolo loves dirt, sand and critters.
August 2012
 Costa Rica, Providence of Guanacaste.
Lolo doing what she loves to do.

Luckily, some things {and people} never change.

Thank you to my smart and attractive friend Mark for teaching how me to make my photos ginormous.
And I thought he was only a pretty face.
If you can see the above photos…you can thank us both. 

Under the Sea with Me

I promise, I am almost done talking about Costa Rica.
What? Did you just make a face? Listen….you go on and on about your stuff and I listen…so when I want to talk I expect you to listen as well. We have a commitment here to each other. Right?
Oh, wait, never mind….

Every day we were treated to a glorious sunset.
  We spent two different days on two different boats.
I’m not a huge fan of boats ever since I watched Jaws.
You would think Titanic or Gilligan’s Island would have had more of an impact on me, but it didn’t.

 Did I ever mention I am not a fan of the ocean either? 
I mean, I’m not a fan of swimming in the ocean because I am not a fan of being touched by fish. I’m a good swimmer, not by olympic standards, but I can doggie paddle better than both our dogs. 
{NOT me}

 Sometimes, even when I am swimming in my very own chlorinated pool, I will shriek when my bathing suit ties touch me or are viewed in my peripheral. I swear it is a fish trying to attack me  or an octopus. I never worry it is the Octo-mom though. I’d see her coming with all those kids.
[Not me again}

I purchased an underwater camera and it worked pretty good. {not me.}

We did witness several mating pacific turtles from the boat. For the sake of their privacy, I did not take a photograph. Do you know sometimes the mating process takes a couple THREE days to complete.
Ocean Viagara? Poor girl turtles.
{Not Me}

In case you don’t have the discovery channel, I’ll let you in on a secret: The ocean is full of critters and fish.  We saw a few Eagle Rays, which are different than the sting rays we have in Florida.
{Not Me}

Do you know they have whales in Costa Rica? We could actually hear them underwater!
I would have been pickled pink if I had been able to spot a whale from the boat.
I would have been all sorts of other colors had I spotted a whale while IN the water.
{Not me}
 Living critters were everywhere. And for the sake of fun again…I sucked it up and joined my peeps. {Not me}
 I’m not good at the snorkel part. I tend to hyperventilate trying to breathe through that hose like apparatus.
I opted for just a mask and a noodle to float on.

I’m all bad-ass when I have a noodle to protect me.

I’m sorry to say, this IS me.

 I look like aqua man gone bad.
Someone had too much salt last night. Me and this guy.

Raise your hand if fish freak you out too.
I mean, not when they are on my dinner plate, just before-hand.


{Almost} Everybody’s Gone Surfin’

Growing up on the East Coast of Florida, I knew several kids that surfed. I called them the “rich kids”. Because they were. Therefore I never surfed. 
I bet you’ve never heard that woe is me tale: “I was too poor to surf.” I can spin anything to my needs.
My sweet girls have grown up on the west coast of Florida and there ain’t no waves to surf here….but there are plenty of “rich kids.” They must do something else…like play virtual surfing games in their glass houses. 
Another item on our “Must Do” list for Costa Rica was to take surf lessons. Well, that was NOT my list, but it was on some other people’s lists. 
We drove an hour and a half to a famous surfing area; Tamarindo Beach
Can I just tell you that all five four girls started drooling as soon as they saw the surf instructor Jonathon? 
He was young….I could have been his Mother!
Although, he is way tanner than I could ever be, so he really could not be my son. 
Unless I adopted him….but he said no way Chica! 
 You grab your own board and carry it a few blocks down and then one block over to the beach area…while Mom {the paparazzi} rides in an air conditioned van to the beach area. 
This was the only day I brought my “BIG” camera….but I did not have my zoom lens….the water shots would have been so much better. I think we’ll go back next week for a do-over. 
 Surf instructions on dry land first. Makes sense…less of a drowning hazard that way. 
 The girls were all EYES at the instructor. The Coach could drown him with his pinky toe…but he paid attention too. 

I’m proud to say that everyone ‘got up’ and surfed. The waves on this day were not huge. Some were minuscule and some were large…but you work with what you’ve got. 
The Coach~If you are super talented, you only need ONE foot to surf with. 
Linds~I was so proud of all the new things she tried on this trip. She inherited a bit of the sissiness in me….but it was not evident last week. 
 Lolo was a pro. On large waves and on the littles…she made it to the shore almost every time. 
 Like a boss….Of course, it is not the size of the wave, but how well you can maneuver it. Right?
 Two of our peeps were hit in the head by their own boards half way through this little expedition and discussed important topics on the beach. The important topic today was Johnathon’s abs.
 Here he poses with the girls. He was actually taller….but bent down for the photo. Must be a Costa Rican custom of some sort. 
Another day of making memories with my peeps…and making memories never gets old with me.
So tell me: 
Have you surfed? 
Would you love to try it?
Would you only love to try and surf if Johnathon was your personal instructor?
If you answered yes to the third question, you are a perv. And my friend. 

My death flashed before my eyes.

 One of the items on our “must do” list for Costa Rica was zip lining. The Coach and I had done this in 2005 in Costa Rica….and it was a blast. 
If you paid attention here, you’ll remember I am terrified of heights….but I pushed through my fears…all in the name of fun. I didn’t even have wine before this and for that I should get a street highway named after me.
 This particular zip tour consisted of Eleven zips mixed in with some steep stairs and more hanging bridges than I cared for. I felt more secure on the zip line than crossing those creepy death causing swinging bridges. 
We inquired about the safety of this while we were signing our lives away and the owner assured us it was all good…..Steven Tyler had just been there.

Oh, and the Pitt-Jolie family had been there as well. They had a photo of Kim Kardashian who had zipped here and that made us all feel better.

I mean, she never makes rash decisions. 
You asked for video. I give you video.
I don’t think this is one of the longest zips, nor the fastest…but anyhoo, the thought of plunging to my death went through my head at least 192 times. 
FYI: The helmets add 3 more chins than I normally have and my voice is not really that annoying in person. In person it is more annoying.
Notice I am clarifying when I need to brake on this one….either the middle or the end depending on the speed of the zip. Clarifying things is a hobby of mine. 
And Laughing LoLo. 
She earned the nick name Squeaker at the ripe old age of 6 months. She has been living up to that name for 18 1/2 years now. She laughs. She squeaks. She squeals. She is awesome.
 Did you have as much fun as I did? Did you need a clean change of undies like I did?
Just watching these again, I can feel a nap coming on.
So, are you naming your street Busy Bee Avenue or Busy Bee Blvd?