I just had to walk around the block in order to capture this signage. Oh, if only this were true! Of all the playground equipment, the teeter-totter is probably the one item that needs to be regulated. No jumping off while someone is in the air, for instance.
Even funnier? There is no playground at this park. Not a single swing nor slide and most definitely not a teeter-totter!
Spotted this while getting groceries last week. Cue the pronunciation argument. One…two…three…
As a former bartender (and lover of word play), I’ve collected a few bar jokes over the years. Here’s my new favorite:
A man walks into a bar with a newt.
Bartender asks, “What’s your pet’s name?”
Man, “Tiny.”
Bartender, “Why do you call him Tiny?”
Man, “Because he’s my newt.”
As with most bar jokes, its best said aloud…
The real rub is that the Snook fishery is closed here in the Gulf of Mexico (because of ongoing red tide concerns).
Not a single one parked within the lines in an otherwise empty parking lot. And I wonder why auto insurance rates are so ridiculous down here in Florida. Sigh…
The first image is an accurate assessment of my predicament. Trying to time my mowing between rain events is a fun challenge. As for the second one, I don’t water my lawn, but it made me laugh.
In between sunsets and beach walks, I have been working on my (seemingly) endless list of house and yard projects. Sadly, one thing I’ll never be able to cross off my list is mowing.
There is a downside to having the largest yard in the neighborhood, I have a lot more to mow! Ah, summertime in Florida…
To the tune of Rawhide:
“Mowing, mowing, mowing,
The grass just keeps on growing,
Keep those mowers mowing,
Too high!”
After a few dry months, our rainy season started a couple weeks ago. Which means everything is greening up nicely (and that I have to mow, sigh).
As a former desert rat, I appreciate a good thunderstorm and the precipitation it brings. However, I think a more appropriate name for this time of year would be Mosquito Season. Tried to explore a new nature preserve the other morning but was instantly swarmed by the hungry girls.
A can of bug spray now resides in the back of my car, joining the ever-present sunscreen, hat, and extra pair of flip flops (never know when you’re gonna have a blowout).
There are a couple sand sculpture festivals here in Treasure Island every year and I am always in awe of what can be created out of grains of sand. This might be my favorite one yet – so simple and yet such an iconic image (Note: I did not see this in person, found it on the internet).
While humorous, I thought it might be a good time to remind folks that it is sea turtle nesting season, therefore it is important to fill in any large holes on the beach. Turtles can get stuck in the holes (and trust me, lugging her body across the sand, digging a nest, and laying 100 eggs is more than enough work for her).
I’m curious about the owner of this truck. Though I suppose one should have a crown when sitting on the throne…
