Postcards from Paradise...

Dear John... that sounds like we are breaking up...Dear Hot hubby,

Thanks for being such a good saver and not letting me have my way back in the day when I wanted new Nordstrom jeans, or I didn’t want to drive my old Honda from high school. If only I could have seen these pictures when I needed a little more patience I wouldn’t have put up such a fight. XOXO.

Dear Mom,

This is me posing with a book from the “library” that they have here at the apartments. Library is in quotations because it is an entire room brimming with hot and steamy romance novels left from passing tourists. But don’t worry, As sultry as this Sheikh sounds (and I am not going to lie...Danielle Steel has sucked me in once or twice in the past) I won’t disappoint my academic momma. I will order something a bit more thought provoking from Amazon for my kindle. Any recommendations?

Dear Primary Teachers,

The song about the foolish man building his house on the sand is so not true! It must have been written by someone who had never been to the Bahamas. Who cares if occasionally the floods came up and rains came down and washed his house away? The "foolish" man can always rebuild his bamboo hut in an afternoon and be back sipping daiquiris in the shade by sundown. In my book, the foolish man is the dude who builds his house on a blustery boulder in the boondocks:)

Dear Kimme,

Remember in middle school, when we use to beg people to bring us sand from their vacations and then we would sprinkle it in our sheets and pretend we lived on the beach? That probably wasn’t the best thing for our parent’s washers-just saying:)

I wish you had your baby six months ago so you guys could come stay at our condo. But since you can’t ever plan those things with precision... these pictures are dedicated to you. But next year if I am pregnant, and as big as a whale, you better pay me back with lots beachy pictures. Just be kind and don’t post too many of you with flat abs in your two pieces. That is too painful for this c-section momma whose stomach won’t ever look that way.

Dear family in OKC and SLC,

We haven't felt this carefree since we were kids. Case in point...John is watching Bugs Bunny while I type and I haven't changed from my swim suit in two days. Are you convinced that you all need to hop on a plane and come visit ASAP?

Dear Jake,

Check out this crab we found on the rocks. I made John get close for a picture...but we were careful to keep our distance because of his sharp pinchers. Then after a few minutes of evaluating our crustacean friend we started to question if he was alive... That is when we discovered it was just a shell a crab had shed. Ha Ha...We are such city folk:)

Dear Grandma and Grandpa Gregory,

Thank you for sending James with a DVD player when we left your house. Because occasional we need a break from our little man, and The Cat in the Hat knows just how to give us that:)

Dear lovely Commentors ,

If I did this blog for the comments I would have stopped on the days I got numeral uno. But when I get support from all my fabulous friends it is such a sweet thing. Thank you for constantly making my day with your kind words. And P.S... I love all the fun posts so many of you have been blogging, so please keep them coming:)