Wasting away in Margaritaville

Looking out over The Pier. It was pretty. The yacht club was just around the corner from The Pier.

Sunset over St. Petersburg was gorgeous, too.

Look, it is an old gal doing the MySpace finger and pout thing versus just a pouty MySpace face. I had to. Been dying to do it. I'm so posting this on MySpace.
Here is the group of business publication professionals. I'm telling you, I don't think any group other than soldiers can put away the liquor, curse and shoot the shit the way journalists can. Personally, I had three rumrunners. I was almost ready to sing with "Three Dudes." They were rocking the place unplugged style and I was loving it. You can see the dude who had been flirting with me and turning up next to me whenever I sat down. Really amusing as he is a Jewish liberal and I'm a Catholic conservative. We whiled away the time discussing politics, religion, you name it. When he asked me to go have coffee after my three rumrunners, I felt it was in my best interest to invite others along. I got lucky and a crusty old retired soldier and current Kansas City journalist tagged along. I also felt it prudent to show my knife skills and how I carried my knife in my pocket while walking to Baywalk by myself after dark the night before. I know how to make my point, literally. :)

And, I had to post this one. A Dallas cop on a Segway at Love Field. I kept thinking my phone should ring (the White and Nerdy song with lyrics about riding his Segway.) Anyway. I'm back. I'm tired. I'm overwhelmed. Mom is going to have open heart surgery on the 15th. I just found out last night. Doctors said this should give her a good five years. I just keep thinking that five years is not enough. I'm selfish. I want my mommy. I want my daughter to have her granny for longer than five years. Those two love each other so much, I just can't bear the idea of life without her. Spending my birthday lunch with her tomorrow. What better way to celebrate the 10th anniversary of my 29th birthday than with the old gal who gave me life?