2015 in review

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Happy Thanksgiving!

Coastal Thanksgiving  - sentiment on the seashore... Have a good one!

Mr. R. and I are feeling blessed and we’re appreciative for all good things in our lives, not the least of which would be each other.

Maybe the most pressing thing we have to be thankful for this Thanksgiving is that we just learned, literally within the last five minutes, that Mr. R. starts his new job on Dec. 7 at 9:00am, EST.  Many thanks for those who kept us in your thoughts and prayers, and for your various crossed appendages.

I hope you spend the day with those you love and that you let go of your worries and cares for a while.  They’ll still be there later on.

But enjoy the small moments today.  And the turkey.  Lots and lots of turkey.

Wishing everyone a very Happy Thanksgiving!

Frugal Date Day

wpid-20150919_123636.jpgYesterday after running a few errands (one of which nearly resulting in our acquiring two new dogs–sheesh!), Mr. R. and I went for a nice walk on the beach.  After an unusually rainy week, Saturday was absolutely gorgeous.  We found a perfect place to park along A1A in Jupiter, left our shoes in the truck, and waited for a group of tourists to leave the boardwalk beach access so I could take this picture.

Had they not been super annoying, they would have been a riot.  The older woman of the group helpfully informed the others of the shower that was stationed on the sidewalk just down the steps of the boardwalk.  “Now the top is a shower and the bottom jet is for feet ONLY.”  Yeah, thanks Captain Obvious.  We giggled about that all day.

wpid-20150919_124204.jpgMr. R. and I strolled north toward the Jupiter Reef Club, walking along the edge of the surf, collecting a few rocks along the way.  He found this one shaped like a heart and sweetly consented to pose for a cheesy lovey-dovey picture.  I can’t help it, really.  Somewhere along this stretch (and we can never recall exactly where) is the place where some years ago he dropped to one knee and proposed.

wpid-20150919_132012-1.jpgAfter our walk, we drove the F-150 a few miles up the road to the Jupiter Inlet, where surprisingly for such a beautiful day, we found a perfect place to park.  We walked along the jetty nearly to the end as we watched boats zipping in and out of the inlet.  It was so nice to sit on the seawall enjoying the sun and the water, seeing the silver flashes of tons of fish that were darting around just off the rocks.

wpid-20150919_133839-1.jpgIt had been a while since we’d been to the inlet and yesterday we saw the memorial sign someone put up in honor of two young teenage boys who went out fishing one day this summer and never returned.  The sign with all the gifts people have left is a sad reminder of such a tragic loss.

Mr. R. and I left the Jupiter Inlet and ended up making a run for the border, having lunch at a nearby Taco Bell.  It was pleasantly uncrowded and we really enjoyed ourselves.

So what did we learn?

  • A date doesn’t have to be fancy or expensive.  As long as we enjoy each other’s company and take the time to make us a priority, we don’t have to spend tons of money.
  • When A Second Chance Dog & Cat Rescue is having an adoption event at the pet store, don’t go there!
  • Be sure to tell those you love that you do, and hug them every chance you get.  You never know which time will be the last time.
  • Don’t be that obnoxious know-it-all tourist who ruins everything for everybody.
  • Taco Bell’s new burrito with the Fritos in it is pretty darn tasty.

Saturday Night Serenade–Seasons of Love

I love musical theatre.  Way back in the early 80s I saw Annie on Broadway and caught the bug.  I’ve been lucky enough to have seen some terrific live shows including amazing local performances of Spamalot, A Chorus Line, and Les Miserables, and I also saw Spamalot on Broadway.

While I enjoyed the movie, I’ve never seen a live performance of Rent.  It’s a beautiful, touching story with great songs.  I especially love this one, Seasons of Love.  Tonight, I want to slow down and appreciate my sweet and the other loved ones in my life.  And let them know that I do, while I have the opportunity to say so.  Embrace the ones you love and have a happy Saturday night!

Seasons of Love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure-measure a year

In daylights- in sunsets
In midnights- in cups of coffee
In inches- in miles
In laughter- in strife

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life

How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life
Of a woman or a man

In truth that she learns
Or in times that he cried
In bridges he burned
Or the way that she dies

Its time now to sing out
Though the story never ends
Lets celebrate
Remember a year in the life of friends

Remember the love
Remember the love
Remember the love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love

Has It Already Been A Year?

A year ago today we lost a brilliant soul.  As a performer, Robin Williams could vacillate between frenetic comedy and heart-rending drama.  What we didn’t know was that privately he struggled with depression and mental illness.  I hope that his death encourages us to talk about it and to be understanding of those who also struggle.

My favorite all-time movie is 1991’s The Fisher King.  Williams plays a homeless man whose mission in life is to locate the Holy Grail, which he believes is in a townhouse in Manhattan.  It’s great movie with amazing performances by Williams, Jeff Bridges, Mercedes Ruehl (who won a Oscar), and the late Michael Jeter.

I thought Robin Williams deserved an Oscar for his performance in The Fisher King.  He won the award in 1997 for Good Will Hunting, but I maintain it’s because they dropped the ball in ’91.  If you’ve never seen the movie, you should check it out.

You’ve Gotta Laugh

The never-a-dull-moment 26 Couples Who Have This Whole Relationship Thing Figured Out

This blog is all about celebrating our life as a couple.  It’s called Adventures in Date Night, and typically Date Night is when we go out to eat or drink or do something fun.  But Date Night doesn’t have to mean leaving the house and spending tons of money.

Marriage is hard.  Everybody tells you that.  You have two different people who bring with them two different sets of life experience.  They have to live together, work together, problem-solve together, raise kids together…  I’m going to add that in my opinion, it’s essential that they laugh together.  We’ve had our fair share of difficulties in our time together, Mr. R. and I.  It’s called life, really.  Many of our difficulties could be solved by winning the Powerball, just saying.

But I have noticed that when we face a challenge, we always find a way to laugh at something.  Because on top of being able to work together, we love to laugh together.  We have since our very first date when he ordered a strawberry margarita in his deep, basso profundo voice.  I was hooked.

This couple is getting it right.  I think I’d come up with higher stakes than who cooks dinner.  But do you love the little shout-out to The Hunger Games?  I’m going to have to hunt up a couple of Nerf guns.

Saturday Night Serenade–Smile

Mr. R. and I have been having the best summer.  His odd work schedule, which we hated while I was still working, has been an absolute God-send.  We’ve stayed up late at night, slept in late in the morning, hung out until time for him to go to work.  We’ve had the luxury of being able to enjoy each other.

I’m studiously ignoring the fact that shortly, I’ll be back to the grind, and we’ll be back to the weeks where we don’t really see each other from Sunday night until Friday afternoon.  There is a possibility that he’ll get back to a more normal schedule before too long.  I just want to make sure I appreciate the moments.  I love this song.  It reminds me of how I feel about my sweet.  I hope you like it, too.  Happy Saturday night!

Smile

You’re better than the best
I’m lucky just to linger in your light
Cooler than the flip-side of my pillow (that’s right)
Completely unaware
Nothing can compare to where you send me
It lets me know that it’s okay (yeah, it’s okay)
And the moments when my good times start to fade

[Chorus:]
You make me smile like the sun,
Fall outta bed
Sing like a bird,
Dizzy in my head
Spin like a record,
Crazy on a Sunday night
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile

Even when you’re gone
Somehow you come along
Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack
And just like that
You steal away the rain
And just like that

[Chorus]

Don’t know how I lived without you
‘Cause every time that I get around you
I see the best of me inside your eyes
You make me smile

You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breathe
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee
Just the thought of you can drive me wild
Oh, you make me smile

[Chorus]

(Oh, you make me smile)
Oh, you make me smile
(Oh, you make me smile)
Oh, you make me smile

You Just Never Know

Life is short....

Mr. R. called me last night while he was at work.

“J.J.’s dead.”

“What?”

“J.J.’s dead.  He didn’t come to work and he didn’t call in.  He wouldn’t answer his phone so we came over here.”

“Where are you now?”

“We’re at J.J.’s house.  Scott went in and found him.  He was on his bed.”

According to Mr. R., J.J.’s car was in the driveway with the wipers sticking up.  There was a bucket of water and a sponge beside the car.  The assumption is that he was washing his car and began to feel badly so he went inside to lie down.  He lived alone so it wasn’t until he didn’t show up for work that he was missed.  Coworkers had to break into his house and find him.  He was forty-four.

That’s about the saddest story I’ve ever heard.

And a sobering reminder to do the things you mean to do, sooner rather than later.

Say the things you mean to say, sooner rather than later.

Love those around you and let them know that you do.

Because you just never know.