Saturday Night Serenade–Saturday Night in Paradise

It’s May, glorious May, and I couldn’t be happier.  We’re nearly to summer.  In a mere 25 days, I will be leaving the glamorous world of public education to become a full-time writer.  As I unexpectedly explained to my administrator this week (long story, but suffice it to say, the cat is out of the bag), with Mr. R starting his own real estate business, it’s time for a new adventure.

Having been in school in one way or another most of my life, for me summer is long lazy days spent relaxing, reading, going on vacation, hanging out at the beach…  This summer will be a little different in that I won’t quit working–my work will just be here at my computer.  Which isn’t different from the last few summers, but now there’s the added pressure of needing to see lots more sales so that this becomes a viable operation.

But I’m thrilled for the opportunity and for the support of my love, who says I should go for it.  That brings me to tonight’s serenade, Zac Brown and Jimmy Buffett in a joint venture.  Don’t we all wish we were knee deep in the water somewhere, finding our own kind of paradise?

I hope you enjoy a beautiful and relaxing weekend in your own kind of paradise.  Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Come Away With Me

It’s been a great week and I’m feeling kind of mellow.  I’m at the tail end of my Spring Break.  Come Monday it’ll be back to the grind.  Ten more weeks until I walk out of there for the last time.  Man, that sounds like an eternity!

So I’m daydreaming about Mr. R and I making our escape to someplace fabulous, and by fabulous I mean quiet and peaceful and stress-free.  If I ever find it, I’ll let you know, but it sounds a lot like the lower Keys.

It’s a Norah Jones kind of night, for sure.  One that calls for candles, a glass of wine, and curling up with the one you love.

Happy Saturday night!

Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can’t tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won’t you try to come

Come away with me and we’ll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I’ll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I’m safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me

 

Saturday Night Serenade–Lenny Kravitz

It’s been a long week, boys and girls.  One of those where it seems that you get up, go to work to take your daily beating, go home to eat dinner and go to bed, just to get up and do it all over again.  Somehow my retirement plan of hitting the Powerball just hasn’t panned out yet.

This song kept playing in my head, I want to fly away.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Truthfully, I’d be thrilled to just go out dancing on a Saturday night.  Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Maybe we will, then again I’m just as grateful for the weekend to hang out with my sweet and think my own thoughts.

I hope you’re well this weekend, spending time with those you love.  Take the time to fly away, even if it’s just at home.  Happy Saturday night!

Saturday Night Serenade–Man, It’s a Hot One!

Here we are in August!  Can you believe it?  Where did the summer go?  I know, August is still summer, but I love July.  It’s the only month in which I don’t have to go to work at all.  In a mere ten days I go back to the grind and I’m not too happy about it.  Guess I’ll just put it on ignore for a little while longer.

This morning I woke up thinking, Man it’s a hot one!  So there was really only one song that fit.  Here’s a little Carlos Santana along with some Rob Thomas for a hot summer night.  Dirty dancing is recommended.  Happy Saturday night!

Um, Ew!

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It’s Thursday night.  I’m just a girl trying to relax at the end of a long day.  I thought I’d have a nice glass of wine.

Only when I took a sip, something was odd.  I mean, I’m no expert but Sauvignon blanc isn’t supposed to be lumpy, right?  Or fluttery?

I spat wine across the room.  And I owe the swear jar.  Does motherfucker count as one word or two?

Puppy Paranoia

wpid-20140115_110626-1.jpgOne of our favorite times of the day is just after work.  On any given weekday, Mr. R. and I return home, pour something cold to drink, and sit out on the back patio chatting about our day.  Usually, he tosses a tennis ball for Jack, our 85-pound land shark, to chase in the yard.  Today, I left them outside for a moment.  As I returned I overheard Mr. R. talking to Jack.

“You’re my favorite puppy in this yard right now.  Yes, you are!  Of course, we have another puppy at another house.  There are two cats there, too.  In fact, that’s where Mommy and I go everyday, to visit our other family.  We like them better.”

Anybody know how much dog therapy costs?