I love a nap.
Love, love, love a nap. Just a quick recharge of the system. And I especially love napping while traveling.
As a kid, falling asleep in the car and waking up at your destination was as close to teleportation as you could get. I mean, think about it — you doze off somewhere around Atlanta and then, boom, you’re waking up in your bed.
Author: Mike Gibbons
To me, it was the most successful day of painting a house ever.
In just about a year, my daughter will be eligible to get a driver’s license.
There, you have ample warning.
Lest you think I am picking on my daughter, I am not. At least, not just my daughter. I am painting with a very broad brush and including every 15-year-old on the planet, mainly because I was once a 15-year-old with a driver’s license.
I was standing in line at the checkout at the grocery store. The woman in front of me looked at me and said, “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”
My first thought was, “Uh-oh. What did I do to her in kindergarten that she has held a 35-year grudge against me? Can I give her back the Crayons now? I know I can’t uneat the glue.”
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The Big Kahuna’s adventure
Nothing says good times on vacation like almost losing your swim trunks in front of a few dozen strangers.
This outstanding life event occurred recently at the Big Kahuna’s water park in Destin, Fla. The park has numerous water slides and lazy rivers that are a fine time indeed. But the highlight of the park, in my humble opinion, is the Honolulu Half Pipe.
Having logged a lot of miles with the family over the last few weeks, I feel it is important to remind everyone of some important things to take note of when you are traveling as a family, or encountering those doing the same:
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Keep your eye on the dragon
I think if there is one simple thing we can all take away from a family reunion it’s that you should make sure the dragon is not alive.
Now, before you assume I have completely lost my marbles, I assure you there is a point to this.
She fought the good fight. But in the end, the ravages of time took their toll and, despite years as a noble warrior, we had to put Sybil down. Yes, our automatic pool cleaner finally bit the dust.
We had Sybil since we bought our home 12 years ago. And she was an old, broken down mess then.
Whenever I’m traveling, I enjoy stopping at local haunts to see what they have to offer. And sometimes, I find things such as this:
This is apparently a raccoon, based on the fact that, as I was taking this picture, a guy in a truck pulled up and said, “You taking a picture of the coon? It’s about 40 years old.”
Ah, summer. That time when we were kids when the days were endless, the adventures were everywhere, and the sunburns and mosquito bites were aplenty.
When we become adults, however, summer’s magic seems to have gone away. Most of us still work during the summer. Teachers who have the summer off still have their grown-up responsibilities to tend to. Summer, for adults, just becomes another season in the grind, albeit an exceptionally hot one.