Happy Hurricane Season

The Atlantic hurricane season runs from June 1 through the end of November.  When you live in South Florida, it’s something you pay attention to.  Time to think about buying batteries, Sterno, candles, nonperishable food, and bottled water.  It’s time to check your flashlights, your storm shutters, and make sure you know where everything is in case of emergency.

But hurricanes are thoughtful and considerate natural disasters, for the most part.  Unlike tornadoes that just spring up out of nowhere, you can generally see hurricanes a week or more out, assess the spaghetti models, decide if it’s time to batten down the hatches or if in all likelihood it will miss you.  And we’ve been very fortunate the last decade or so.

Back in 2004 we had so many named storms they ran out of names and had to start using the Greek alphabet.  Here’s a tracking map showing just four of the little boogers as they impacted our neck of the woods.  That was a rough year.

Hurricane Frances hit us in the middle of the night on September 4.  I was a single parent with two teenaged boys.  We took the cushions off the sofas and spread them out on the dining room floor of our rented duplex because it was the center of the house.  I think the boys slept but I listened to the howling all night long.  While we fortunately sustained no damage, we were without power for two weeks.  I’m talking about fourteen whole days with no lights, no refrigerator, no stove, no air conditioning (September in South Florida is like a sauna).  Do you have any idea how many times you enter a room and automatically flip the light switch without even thinking about it?  I was never so glad to see the trucks from FP&L.  Those guys and gals were heroes.

Hurricane Jeanne landfall composite radar

We finally got back to normal when on the night of September 26, we were clobbered by Hurricane Jeanne.  This is the radar of Jeanne hitting us.  It was another interminable night on the sofa cushions in the dining room.  At one point I thought I couldn’t take any more howling.  But of course, I did, because what else can you do?  Again, we were without power for two weeks.  And it wasn’t only the residential customers who were off the grid.  Business like grocery stores and gas stations were out of commission, too.  We heard that a movie theatre downtown had power.  We sat through Without a Paddle two days in a row, not because it was an astounding achievement in film-making but because for two hours we could sit in the air conditioning.

Life eventually returned to normal.  Then the following year, we were hit by Hurricane Wilma on October 24, 2005.  One difference was that Wilma had the decency to roll through during the day.  At one point, the boys and I sat on my bed watching out my sliding glass door.  We’d taken off that storm shutter because we’d gotten a bit claustrophobic.  The door looked out onto our screened lanai, but of course the screen had all been blown out.  We watched in fascination as an empty recycling bin scooted a couple of feet across the patio then it was suddenly whipped out of sight.  We never did find that thing.

Here we are on the brink of another hurricane season.  I’m not worried, really, it’s just something I notice.  I’m thinking about batteries and candles, wondering where the Sterno ended up in the garage.  We’ve gotten off really easy for years.  Sometimes it almost seems like we’re due.  I just might buy a new flashlight.

Saturday Night Serenade–Pride and Joy

It’s been a rough week, what with Mr. R.’s change in schedule.  Until late yesterday afternoon, the last time we actually saw each other was Sunday.  We’ve literally been passing in the night.  We had a near miss one day when he called me as I stopped at the grocery store on my way home from work.  He’d just left there, having stopped on his way to work.  We’d actually been in the store at the same time and hadn’t seen each other.  Anyway, only four more work days left for me and then we’ll be able to sleep in together every day.

Date Night tonight will be a night in.  Tonight Mr. R. and I will be snuggled up on the sofa watching the 2015 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony on HBO.  I’ve been stoked about this since I heard the list of inductees, including Joan Jett & the Blackhearts, Green Day, and Stevie Ray Vaughan & Double Trouble.  Here’s a little SRV to get you in the mood.  Happy Saturday night!


1 Year Anniversary Achievement

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I received this little Valentine from WordPress today.  I didn’t realize it’s been a whole year since I started posting our Adventures in Date Night.  It’s been quite a year, now that I stop and look back on it.  Since then, I’ve added a few other blogs.  Read’em if you can find’em.  😉
We plan to keep right on plugging away.  I’m four work days away from summer bliss so I look forward to more adventures in the very near future.  Thanks so much for joining us on our journey.  We appreciate every one of you.

I’m Just Too Impatient

Back in April I mentioned in a post that Mr. R. and I had stumbled upon a unique rose bush on clearance at Lowe’s.  The reason it was on clearance was that it was beat to all heck.  According to the tag, it’s a Blue Girl, a blue hybrid tea rose.  We brought it home, re-potted it, trimmed off all the damaged bits, and waited to see what would happen.

A couple of weeks ago two buds appeared and we’ve been on “bloom watch” ever since.  Today, one of them has finally opened a little.  I should probably wait until it opens more, but refer to the title of this post.

And, I know.  It looks pink, not blue.  It’s a little hard to tell but the flowers are not plain pink, I’d describe them as more of a pinkish periwinkle.

Anyway, I’m thrilled that we were able to nurse the thing back to health.  (When I say we, I pretty much mean Mr. R.)  Blue Girl joined our other two rose bushes and we also have buds on the yellow one and the pink one.  I’ve already told Mr. R. that I’d like another couple of rose bushes in different colors from the ones we already have.  It could be an addiction.


Mr. R. begins a new schedule today.  Up until now he’s worked from 7:00am-3:00pm, which is essentially my schedule.  We’ve been able to carpool together, chatting on our way to work and decompressing afterward, getting all our gripes out of our systems before we get home.

Today he began working from 3:30pm-11:30pm, meaning that every day I’ll get out of work just about the time he leaves the house.  Which sucks, at least until I get out for the summer in two weeks.

Then it might actually be nice.  We’ll be able to sleep in together every day, and since I won’t be getting up at 5:00am like I do when I’m working, I can stay up to see him when he rolls in after midnight.  At least until I go back in August.  Sigh.

wpid-screenshot_2015-05-25-19-26-20-1.pngTonight he sent me this picture with the caption, “Wanted a soda, got you.”  He’s such a keeper.  Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Saturday Night Serenade–Memorial Day Weekend

Here in the States we’re celebrating Memorial Day on Monday.  Many people are enjoying a three-day weekend.  The Indianapolis 500 is tomorrow.  There will be barbeques and cookouts, trips to the beach, and huge sales at the mall.  Hopefully folks will also take a little time to appreciate the freedoms we enjoy and the people who gave all so that we could have them.

I’m the daughter of an Army veteran, the wife of a Navy veteran, mom of an Airman, mother-in-law of an Airman, step-mom of an Army veteran, and extended family of a Coast Guard veteran and a Marine.  I appreciate them all.

Happy Saturday night!

Oh No, They Didn’t!

wpid-20150519_164614-1.jpgGuess what the good people of Nabisco are releasing just in time for Memorial Day Weekend?  S’Mores Oreos, what?!

The last limited-edition Oreo I reviewed was the Red Velvet version.  I hope you were able to get your hands on those because they were amazing.

Now they’re ringing in the summer with their newest limited-edition confection, S’Mores.  Who doesn’t cherish the memory childhood days spent at cookouts and campouts, roasting marshmallows over a fire and sandwiching them between graham crackers with a piece of chocolate to complete the delicious treat?

For the first time, Oreo has sandwiched chocolate and marshmallow flavored creme between graham flavored cookies.  Speaking from first-hand experience, these are the bomb!  Okay, you’re not going to close your eyes and think you’re eating s’mores, but then you don’t have to singe your fingers or eyebrows to enjoy a little taste of summer.

These bad boys will be available in stores starting Friday, May 22.  Take my advice, hurry and try some for yourself before they’re all gone.  And I’ll tell you the same thing I told you last time.  Give the kids the regular Oreos.  Save the S’Mores Oreos for the grown-ups.


imageMr. R. went out for a bit today and brought home these gorgeous flowers.  He bought them from a guy who sells flowers out of a truck in front of a gas station not too far from here.  Mario actually provided our wedding flowers.  His are way nicer than any you’d get in a shop and his prices are better.  He has his regular customers and he knows them all.  He remembers that I don’t like red roses.

We had quite the week this week.  Mr. R. says these are to thank me for being there for him.  I’m not quite sure where else I would have been.  We’re a team, he and I.  All for one and one for all.  And I know without a doubt that if the situation was reversed, he’d be there for me.

But I’ll take beautiful flowers any day.

So Here’s The Deal–Update

Yesterday I posted about Mr. R.’s visit to the Emergency Room, having been referred by his doctor due to an ‘abnormal’ EKG.  We have received an incredible outpouring of support and well wishes from our WP family and I want you to know how much it means to us.

So to update everyone…He was moved from the ER to a ward late yesterday afternoon.  The entire time he was at the hospital, Mr. R.’s blood pressure was high despite the fact that he’d taken his previously prescribed medication.  The doctors tweaked with the blood pressure medication to try to level it off.

Mr. R. spent the night on the Telemetry Floor where they kept him hooked up to monitors the entire time.  They drew blood every four hours, even through the overnight hours, much to Mr. R.’s dismay.  When we spoke this morning before I left the house he said that he’d had little or no sleep because of all the poking, prodding, and general hospital activity.

I sat with him all day today as the same monitoring continued.  When the doctors finally explained the results from all the tests, we were told that his ‘episode’ was not, in fact, a heart attack because the ultrasound they did in the ER showed no damage to the heart muscle.  That’s the good news.

On the other hand, they told us that Mr. R. is diabetic.  He’s going to have to make some big lifestyle changes.  It’s sobering, but not the disaster we’d feared.  He was released late this afternoon and is feeling fine.  The tightness in his chest has subsided and the blood pressure is now back under control.

I want to thank everyone who reached out to us during this time.  It means so much to both of us.   ❤