Here are a few pictures:
Mom and Dad at the birthday dinner :)
My mom's family at the reunion on Sunday
My adorable parents at Matt's wedding- they always match :)
Matthew and Kristin Collins!! 
Two of my dear friends- Matt Foster and Levi Dodd
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Thursday, June 18, 2009
weekend family time
I had a fabulous weekend. Christopher and I spent three full days in Oak Ridge hanging out with my family, celebrating momma's birthday and attending my best friend's wedding. As an added bonus, I got lots of home cookin'!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
we're back
Unfortunately, our vacation had to end. Although, I have to admit it's nice to be home even though the house is completely chaotic. We had the interior of the house painted and new carpet laid while we were gone, so what parts of the house I had actually set up and organized prior to vacation, were in shambles when we returned. I seriously thought I was going to have a panic attack. I could not find any of my belongings. But I am slowly digging through boxes and closets. Again.
I decided that I'm never moving again. (yeah right, but wishful thinking??)
As promised, here is the link to our vacation photos if you'd like to see them.
We had a great relaxing time.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
yeah, mon
Jamaica is relaxin', mon. I can't believe it's already Saturday! Booo! The last four days have been the same general routine for me and Chris: sleep, eat breakfast, go to the pool, eat lunch, nap, watch TV, go to dinner, walk around on the beach, sleep. Repeat.
Two hours a day in the sun has been plenty for our white skin. I have avoided severe sunburn, but I did have to be the dork in the t-shirt today. I got a little too red on the shoulders and upper back on Thursday... so I skipped the pool yesterday and wore a t-shirt today. Still got to tan the face, stomach, arms and legs, prevented suffering and skin cancer, so it's all good. I have been applying mucho lotion and aloe to try to prevent peeling as well. I think I may have success... but we shall see.
Chris and I aren't drinkers, but we have enjoyed a couple of fruity cocktails on da island, mon. My favorite so far is the strawberry daquari/pina colada mix with or without rum. It is cool, refreshing and delicious!! Tonight I intend to try a cosmopolitan. It's blue, so it must taste good.Last night we went to the show- Boogie Night. It was ok. The dancers were not always exactly together on their moves. We left half way through because I was so tired. Not really sure why I was tired since all I did was sleep all day. Anyhoo, tonight we are going to the Western show. That should be good. We hope. :)
I made friends with an adorable little kitty. She is so friendly and sweet. Yes, she wants your food, but there is another kitty (white one) that isn't friendly and also wants your food. Both kitties got some steak fed to them under the table at dinner Thursday night. :)My hair does not handle the Jamaican heat and humidity very well... even when curly with gel. So excuse the wild hair in most of the pictures. Ha! Chris doesn't seem to be having any problems keeping his hair tame. [I'll post all of our pictures on Picasa next week after the trip]
The landscaping is gorgeous, the pools are fabulous and the food is delicious. Yeah, mon.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
jamaica, mon
Day 1:Tuesday, June 2- Travel
I had to work Monday, so I drove from Memphis to Lexington (6.5 hours) on Monday night plus stop at Walmart to get some last-minute vacation essentials (i.e. sunscreen). Chris and I arrived at the house in KY around 12:45 am. We had to bring everything in from the cars and finish packing, which put us in bed at 3:30. The alarm went off at 6:30. Instant bad mood.
The first leg of the flight was fine from Lexington to Charlotte. I napped. I somehow (and miraculously) squeezed all of my belongings into a carry-on size piece of luggage, which saved us $15. We had a short layover in Charlotte, which is where the nightmare began.
Our flight was delayed for one hour. Why, you ask? To fix the bathrooms for a 50-minute flight. Seriously? As long as ONE works, we'll be fine. As a person with Crohn's, I realize the importance of a lavatory, but c'mon. Our layover in Ft. Lauderdale was only an hour and a half, so let's GO!!! We are on a time schedule here.
However, during our wait, I got to chat with a very nice couple from Minnesota who were on their way to Florida to pick up their second adopted child. I was so excited for them! Their first child was now 2- an adorable little black guy with big beautiful brown eyes. Such a cutie- Jamaican nationality. Their new daughter is from Haiti- just one week old, she is about to have a family! It was awesome to talk with them.
We finally got on the plane to head to Ft. Lauderdale. It was a short flight... but we had to SPRINT through the airport upon arrival in order to get to the ticketing desk b/c we changed airlines. This is when Sara got rude...
Out of breath, we frantically ask the AirJamaica people to check us in for the flight that now leaves the ground in 30 minutes. Without hesitation, the lady says "no, it's too late." I firmly tell her that we have 30 minutes and we are fast runners, so could she please check us in. She says no again b/c we are supposed to arrive 2.5 hours prior to departure. (WHAT?!) I tell her that our flight was late and it's not our fault and she proceeds to tell me that the airline that made us late is in charge of finding us a new flight to Jamaica. (which may I add, makes no sense since we are flying to Jamaica on AirJamaica, not USAirways.) The next flight is not until 8:00. I never did figure out if this was 8 pm or 8 am the next day. I didn't even care to ask, because I was leaving on flight 034.
I am now fuming. This lady has wasted at least 5 minutes telling us what she can't do before she has even tried to do anything. I can't remember what all we said to her. Basically, it was GIVE US OUR TICKETS NOW, WOMAN!
She finally decided to mosey over to someone and ask them if she could try to print our boarding passes. Yes, thank you, please do that. You should have done that 5 minutes ago. Some magic person gave her the go-ahead to try to print our tickets. Supposedly they had already "done the paperwork" for the flight, whatever that means, which is why she was refusing to try.
As she punched some stuff in the computer, she said "I'm really not supposed to do this." And I rudely blurted out "I don't care!" Chris told me to stop it, under his breath. The woman said "Well I have to care." I wanted to jump across the counter and punch her in the face I was so mad at her.
I walked away before I said some additional rude things. It's great to be a Christian, but boy that Holy Spirit will get you. I felt so bad for being rude, even though she was clearly an idiot and completely unhelpful. So I humbly walked back to the counter and said, "I apologize. I'm not trying to be rude. It's been a long day and I just want to get to Jamaica." I think she accepted my apology. I'm sure she sees people like me all day long. I try not to be "that person" but I was SOOOO tired and so irritated.
Behold! A miracle! Our tickets! We ran the 15 feet to security and came to a screeching halt- the line was long. Dang it. Two other girls had been on our flight from Charlotte to Ft. Lauderdale. So we groaned and complained with them. The two people checking boarding passes were moving about the speed of a slug. Let's GO people. Good grief! I just about hollered outloud that our flight was going to leave us and could they please light a fire under their tail!!! We finally made it to security and of course no one else was in a hurry except for us. I was tempted to cut line, but alas, I did not.
So Chris and I forgot that we had been drinking water at the airport in Charlotte out of our new Nalgene water bottle. We failed to empty the bottle, b/c we didn't think about it during the frenzy. So we got stopped. The guy told Chris he had to take the bottle outside, dump it out, then stand back in line to get boarding pass checked and go through security again. HEEEEEECK NO! I yelled out "Chris, just give him the dang bottle!" So mr-airport-guy kept it and we ran down to the gate. A lady was in the hallway waiting for us and the other two girls. Chris says "do we have everything?" I look around and exclaim: "my suitcase!!!" Chris had left it on the rolley rack in security. So he sprints back up the hall (fortunately our gate was the closest one to security) and runs back with my luggage. This is becoming a comedy.
Insert note of sarcasm: good thing we hurried, because we sat on the plane for over 10 minutes before they even taxied to the runway.
I hate airports.
We made it to Jamaica in one piece. Our taxi driver drove us to the wrong resort, but that was a minor infraction... the correct resort was attached.
We were hungry at 5:00 and there was no food to be had. So we ate nachos at the snack bar, then came back the room to sleep until they served dinner. Wellllll.... we didn't wake up until 8 the next morning. I guess we needed some zzzzz's.
Day 2 adventures to come later!
I had to work Monday, so I drove from Memphis to Lexington (6.5 hours) on Monday night plus stop at Walmart to get some last-minute vacation essentials (i.e. sunscreen). Chris and I arrived at the house in KY around 12:45 am. We had to bring everything in from the cars and finish packing, which put us in bed at 3:30. The alarm went off at 6:30. Instant bad mood.
The first leg of the flight was fine from Lexington to Charlotte. I napped. I somehow (and miraculously) squeezed all of my belongings into a carry-on size piece of luggage, which saved us $15. We had a short layover in Charlotte, which is where the nightmare began.
Our flight was delayed for one hour. Why, you ask? To fix the bathrooms for a 50-minute flight. Seriously? As long as ONE works, we'll be fine. As a person with Crohn's, I realize the importance of a lavatory, but c'mon. Our layover in Ft. Lauderdale was only an hour and a half, so let's GO!!! We are on a time schedule here.
However, during our wait, I got to chat with a very nice couple from Minnesota who were on their way to Florida to pick up their second adopted child. I was so excited for them! Their first child was now 2- an adorable little black guy with big beautiful brown eyes. Such a cutie- Jamaican nationality. Their new daughter is from Haiti- just one week old, she is about to have a family! It was awesome to talk with them.
We finally got on the plane to head to Ft. Lauderdale. It was a short flight... but we had to SPRINT through the airport upon arrival in order to get to the ticketing desk b/c we changed airlines. This is when Sara got rude...
Out of breath, we frantically ask the AirJamaica people to check us in for the flight that now leaves the ground in 30 minutes. Without hesitation, the lady says "no, it's too late." I firmly tell her that we have 30 minutes and we are fast runners, so could she please check us in. She says no again b/c we are supposed to arrive 2.5 hours prior to departure. (WHAT?!) I tell her that our flight was late and it's not our fault and she proceeds to tell me that the airline that made us late is in charge of finding us a new flight to Jamaica. (which may I add, makes no sense since we are flying to Jamaica on AirJamaica, not USAirways.) The next flight is not until 8:00. I never did figure out if this was 8 pm or 8 am the next day. I didn't even care to ask, because I was leaving on flight 034.
I am now fuming. This lady has wasted at least 5 minutes telling us what she can't do before she has even tried to do anything. I can't remember what all we said to her. Basically, it was GIVE US OUR TICKETS NOW, WOMAN!
She finally decided to mosey over to someone and ask them if she could try to print our boarding passes. Yes, thank you, please do that. You should have done that 5 minutes ago. Some magic person gave her the go-ahead to try to print our tickets. Supposedly they had already "done the paperwork" for the flight, whatever that means, which is why she was refusing to try.
As she punched some stuff in the computer, she said "I'm really not supposed to do this." And I rudely blurted out "I don't care!" Chris told me to stop it, under his breath. The woman said "Well I have to care." I wanted to jump across the counter and punch her in the face I was so mad at her.
I walked away before I said some additional rude things. It's great to be a Christian, but boy that Holy Spirit will get you. I felt so bad for being rude, even though she was clearly an idiot and completely unhelpful. So I humbly walked back to the counter and said, "I apologize. I'm not trying to be rude. It's been a long day and I just want to get to Jamaica." I think she accepted my apology. I'm sure she sees people like me all day long. I try not to be "that person" but I was SOOOO tired and so irritated.
Behold! A miracle! Our tickets! We ran the 15 feet to security and came to a screeching halt- the line was long. Dang it. Two other girls had been on our flight from Charlotte to Ft. Lauderdale. So we groaned and complained with them. The two people checking boarding passes were moving about the speed of a slug. Let's GO people. Good grief! I just about hollered outloud that our flight was going to leave us and could they please light a fire under their tail!!! We finally made it to security and of course no one else was in a hurry except for us. I was tempted to cut line, but alas, I did not.
So Chris and I forgot that we had been drinking water at the airport in Charlotte out of our new Nalgene water bottle. We failed to empty the bottle, b/c we didn't think about it during the frenzy. So we got stopped. The guy told Chris he had to take the bottle outside, dump it out, then stand back in line to get boarding pass checked and go through security again. HEEEEEECK NO! I yelled out "Chris, just give him the dang bottle!" So mr-airport-guy kept it and we ran down to the gate. A lady was in the hallway waiting for us and the other two girls. Chris says "do we have everything?" I look around and exclaim: "my suitcase!!!" Chris had left it on the rolley rack in security. So he sprints back up the hall (fortunately our gate was the closest one to security) and runs back with my luggage. This is becoming a comedy.
Insert note of sarcasm: good thing we hurried, because we sat on the plane for over 10 minutes before they even taxied to the runway.
I hate airports.
We made it to Jamaica in one piece. Our taxi driver drove us to the wrong resort, but that was a minor infraction... the correct resort was attached.
We were hungry at 5:00 and there was no food to be had. So we ate nachos at the snack bar, then came back the room to sleep until they served dinner. Wellllll.... we didn't wake up until 8 the next morning. I guess we needed some zzzzz's.
Day 2 adventures to come later!
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