My favorite sunset from yesterday.

The Coach and I watched the sunset last night.

The Gulf of Mexico never disappoints, but last night, it was like a bathtub; calm and warm. Perhaps it’s exhausted by all the happenings of the world.

Did you forget how cute my feet were? I had a feeling….

There were quite a few people there watching the sunset with us. People love to clap when the sun goes down and the Coach almost always comments on how he doesn’t get that. I’m indifferent. Victories big or small should be celebrated and hey, that Sun made it another full day without falling out of the sky.

Sometimes I clap after I made a decent dinner.

That was me testing the water….it was warm and inviting.

The Coach did that time lapse video up there; I didn’t even know he knew how to do that. See, you can STILL be surprised by your person when you thought you knew everything about them.

I’m not sure about you, but every night I go to bed with a prayer that the next day brings peace to our world and that the Sun continues to wake up and go to sleep like clockwork.

*clap clap*

Happy Wednesday.



One of my soul sisters (Kelly) sent me this video the other day.
We do that, send each other random videos or pics, umm, randomly when we come across them in our phone.

My response was: “No wonder I didn’t make the Olympic team, my legs are far from straight.”
But I did stick the landing.

This was from my 49th birthday, where we spent a relaxing week on Fort Myers beach.

Oh, to be 49 again.
I know it was only three and a half years ago, but a lot has happened in those three and a half years; as in, I’m three and a half years older.

That was a lot of halves.

There was a time when I was obsessed with gymnastics. I took lessons for a few years, starting at age 6 or 7 until I was asked politely about not coming to the classes since my mom stopped paying; around the age of 12.
That didn’t stop me from flailing my body around trying new moves on the grass, carpet, couches, off the side of the pool, etc. for many years after that.
Nadia Comaneci was my shero.

Good news, I just checked and I can still do a cartwheel.
Bad news, my window of Olympic stardom has closed.

I love the phrase ‘fart-wheel’ because I still have a sense of humor like a 12-year-old.

Raise your hand if you can do a cartwheel.
Raise both if fart-wheel made you laugh.