Christmas in the Keys

So for Christmas we went to the Keys for 6 days to spend time with Frank, Viv and Jamie. As always, it was quite entertaining watching the family dynamics in play. There are 3 of us who like to be mobile and explore, and there are 2 of us that like to, how you say, hold down the sofa and watch endless amounts of  sporting events. However, since we are all on vacation, there’s really no right way or wrong way to enjoy it.  Below is Jamie holding down the sofa and Marc playing the supporting role…

And the reverse…

We also played endless amounts of Defensive Scrabble. If you don’t know what Defensive Scrabble is, play with the English and you are sure to learn quickly. I do have to say that it’s quite fun playing scrabble with smart people, but they don’t let me create my own words – which I love doing. I got 4,632 bites on my legs and feets from No-see-ums – apparently those are bugs that you obviously can’t see but they bite the tar out of you when you sit outside, so we had to move the scrabble tourney inside. Although I lost every single game we played – ok I got smacked around, once I learned the ins-and-outs of Defensive Scrabble, I actually won the last 2 games. I realized Marc and Jamie were threatened by my vast knowledge of the English language when they started the Scrabble timer much earlier for me then they did for everyone else…and they have some sort of Dago-trick where they talk smack (yeah, like you would on a basketball court, yet we’re playing a friendly board game) and try to get you all ticked and throw you off your game. Oh that’s right – who came away with the victory, boys??

What I want in a man:

For all you ladies out there – you know it’s true!

Original List:

  1. Handsome
  2. Charming
  3. Financially successful
  4. A caring listener
  5. Witty
  6. In good shape
  7. Dresses with style
  8. Appreciates finer things
  9. Full of thoughtful surprises

Revised List (age 32)

  1. Nice looking
  2. Opens car doors, holds chairs
  3. Has enough money for a nice dinner
  4. Listens more than talks
  5. Laughs at my jokes
  6. Carries bags of groceries with ease
  7. Owns at least one tie
  8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal
  9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries

Revised List (age 42)

  1. Not too ugly
  2. Doesn’t drive off until I’m in the car
  3. Works steady – splurges on dinner out occasionally
  4. Nods head when I’m talking
  5. Usually remembers punch lines of jokes
  6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture
  7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach
  8. Knows not to buy champagne with screw-top lids
  9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down
  10. Shaves most weekends

Revised List (age 52)

  1. Keeps hair in nose and ears trimmed
  2. Doesn’t belch or scratch in public
  3. Doesn’t borrow money too often
  4. Doesn’t nod off to sleep when I’m venting
  5. Doesn’t re-tell the same joke too many times
  6. Is in good enough shape to get off the couch on weekends
  7. Usually wears matching socks and fresh underwear
  8. Appreciates a good TV dinner
  9. Remembers your name on occasion
  10. Shaves some weekends

Revised List (age 62)

  1. Doesn’t scare small children
  2. Remembers where bathroom is
  3. Doesn’t require much money for upkeep
  4. Only snores lightly when asleep
  5. Remembers why he’s laughing
  6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself
  7. Usually wears some clothes
  8. Likes soft foods
  9. Remembers where he left his teeth
  10. Remembers that it’s the weekend

Revised List (age 72)

  1. Breathing.
  2. Doesn’t miss the toilet.

H1N1 and your pet

Interesting email that I received from Eddie’s old vet,Banfield Hospital:

H1N1 and Pets

On Wednesday, Nov. 4, the American Veterinary Medical Association (AVMA) issued a statement confirming that a cat in Iowa tested positive for the 2009 H1N1 influenza virus. Iowa state officials confirmed that this is the first time a cat has been diagnosed with a strain of influenza.

The cat, which is recovering, is believed to have contracted the virus from a human in the household who had H1N1. There are no indications that the cat passed the virus on to any other Pets or to other people. Prior to this diagnosis, the 2009 H1N1 influenza virus had been found in humans, pigs, birds and ferrets. The virus was confirmed in two ferrets in Nebraska and one in Oregon. There have been no reports of infection in dogs.

As with humans, supportive care is the only treatment available for Pets with this virus. However, if your Pet has a fever, cough/sneeze and nasal discharge and someone in your household has had an influenza-like illness the week prior to the illness of your Pet, you should contact your local Banfield veterinarian.

As always, we recommend Pet owners use preventive care measures to help keep their Pets healthy. Preventive care measures include frequent hand washing and use of alcohol based sanitizers, covering your mouth when you cough or sneeze and minimal contact with your Pet if you are presenting any influenza symptoms.

St Jude 5k Walk Coming Up

Hi guys, Marc and I are walking in a 5k walk to help raise money for the St Jude foundation. The walk is on Sat, Nov 21, bright and early. We’ve created a team, the D crew, and we’d love it if you would like to join our team and walk with us. We’re going to have a lot of fun, get some good exercise (ok, not “good” but at least “some”) and raise some money for the kids.  If you want to sign up, let me know and I’ll send you the details. There will be no running on the D Crew, just walking, so if you’re a high-achiever, you might want to start your own team.

If you cant’ make it and you want to donate to the St Jude foundation, let me know and I’ll send you the details. Our goal is just $250.00 and we’re hoping we can pull it off.

–Cyndee Dags

Casey & James’ "Baseball" Game


On Saturday, my sister and I went to watch Casey (Jill’s little english boy – above) and Cousin James (Jimmy’s son – below) play (what they call) Baseball. It’s the cutest thing ever. They don’t necessarily play baseball so much – more like hit a ball and run around and talk to each other. Some like to do stretches on field, or a new dance move that they picked up. However, they all have one thing in common – they like to wave to the crowd when they do something in the field. James had a ball hit his glove (pure accident) and he yelled out “hey dad! Did you see me almost catch that one?” and Jimmy responds “Yeah, good job!” and gives him the thumbs up. Casey was slowly walking toward home plate, dragging his bat and his grandma yells out “hit one for me Casey!” Casey stops, looks over to the bleachers and with a smirk on his face replies, “I’ll hit one for everyone!” in his little english accent. Of course once he got on first he started chatting with the first baseman until his dad yells out “Case – RUN!” – he then trots on to 2nd and stops to talk to the short stop. Then, his dad yells out “Case – RUN!” and in mid-sentence, Casey runs on to 3rd. This happened all the way home – it was too funny!

One little boy couldn’t hit because he had chocolate on all his fingers from his donut so we had to wait for him to lick every single one of his little fingers before he could pick the bat up. It was hilarious. Another boy just walked off of third base, walked around the fence and went pee. Apparently, he had to go. It’s a riot! I can see a parent’s job is to give the thumbs up everytime a little boy waves to the crowd, and, it doesn’t even have to be your own little boy.

Gonna start posting…promise

OK, here’s the thing. Since I blog and work on the internet all day for a living, the last thing I want to do at the end of the day is blog about me and my fam. But, in an effort to “get my act together”, I’m going to say, on record, that I will be updating my blog at least once per week. The problem is that I don’t really have anything exciting to blog about right now, so it my posts might be boring (or i might just make them up – you never know).

So, yesterday I flew from John Wayne to Cleveland, which was an all day adventure. A little backstory for you – on Friday, the worst thing happened – after 4 years, i lost my AA gold status, which means I have to be a commoner when I travel. Soooooo depressing – seriously. Anyway, I check in with the cattle and a bunch of, like OC teens, were in line taking up all the kiosks. Once I got to the front and actually checked in, I got a faux bording pass with no seat assigned, which we all know, means CENNNNNTERRRR SEEEEAT. My all time nemesis. So, not only did i get a center seat, the poor guy at the window had some sort of shaking disorder and his leg kept hitting me through the whole flight – well, until he decided to sleep, turned over on his side and his elbow started abusing me. Then, the layover in Chicago rocked. Because I haven’t had shoes on in months, I thought I would be girlie and wear my heals. Then, I landed in the C terminal and walked to the F terminal – if you’ve been to Ohare, you know how fun that is. Anyway, I finally made it to Cleveland13 hours (and 46 blisters) later and went to work on monday – oh and today, monday, we had a bit of a heat wave here and our air conditioner is broken at work – nothin says “good times” like a heat wave in Cleveland kids! :)

Until next time, allow me to leave you with a quote from the great drew cary – Cleve-land rocks, Cleve-land rocks. bwahahahaha.

Weekend at Oriental Island Day 1

(Let me start out by saying – NC didn’t get the memo – the name is still Oriental Island.) For Viv’s b’day (a 3-day celebration – a girl after my own heart), Frank captained us over for a relaxing trip on his Egret.
So there I am, laid out in the front of the boat getting some sun, relaxing with my Coach shades – camera poised and ready for action – and about 30 minutes into the trip, I start feeling what felt like beebees, hitting my lips. A little “ouch, that stung”, “hey, what’s that.” Then, out of nowhere, “purple” appears on the radar – not good. It started POURING (complete with thunder and lightning) harder than I’ve ever seen. We couldn’t even see in front of us – except for the rain bouncing back up off the top of the river. The rain was literally running off the top of my visor and my clothes were completely soaked. Instead of driving straight into the pellets of rain, our considerate Captain turned left….and then right…. and back and forth to allow the darts to hit us from the side instead of head-on. It finally got so rough, Viv and I crawled down into the Cuban Storage Bin to hunker down, but it didn’t matter at that point. When I peaked out, I saw my burley love man shirtless and all wet (ooh lala) – wrapped in a mauve-striped hand towel, soaked shorts and a hat that, at that point, did nothing but steer the waterfall away from his eyes – I wish to Gosh my camera was waterproof. I then proceeded to pee my pants from laughter. Apparently Oriental Island is a place for fisherman – like hard-core fisherman on “deadliest catch.” By the time we arrived (after going through the countless no-wake zones and the Perfect Storm) it was sundown and another storm was coming so we just ate a fishy dinner and went to bed (in our 2-story condo overlooking the water – yeah baby!). It was actually quite nice, relaxing and funny all at the same time. I just want to say that no, my man doesn’t normally wear girl glasses, but someone forgot his and someone else is always prepared, so like a good little wifey (ok, “little” in that top, not so much), I lent him mine – cause I’m a giver.
Day 2, complete with Wild Horses Living on and Island is tomorrow – that’s right, I said Wild Horses on an Island, kid.

USA vs Canada Baseball Game


Ok, yes this is an oldie, but here’s what happened. I took a bunch of pics (including a “before” picture for the diet I’m on) and my camera busted. I didn’t want to take it in to Best Buy because I knew those jokers would find my “before” picture and post it on some chubby wubby site (because that’s what I would do). So, I finally broke down and bought a new camera and uploaded my photos – so this entry will be a back-tracker.

On date night, which is every friday night, my man and I went to the USA v Canada baseball game at Bull Durham Stadium. I wanted to see the bull light up, but no one hit a homer so we missed out. Anyway, I think it’s how baseball should be – $10 seats, $3 parking and we were able to sit 6 rows behind the Canadian dug-out. Other than the 5,089,324 kids that were surrounding us, it was great. Until the North Carolinian behind me dumped her tray on my head – oh yeah, good thing she had ketchup and onions. She apologized 5 times and it was the first time that night I had wished I was in CA so I could take the tray and smack her in the head with it. But, since we’re in NC, I said “itsokdaaawlin” and sat back down. Sorry it’s such a bad pic, the good ones turned out blurry since my cam was on the fritz.

I’ll be back tomorrow to talk about…our trip to Oriental Island – it’s not PC, but that’s its name.

Recon Mission to Okracoke

Viv and I went on a recon mission to Okracoke. Ok, seriously, who knew North Carolina had a place like this? It was amazing and I can’t wait to go back.
We took a ferry ride over (and by the way, the new “Aveno lotion with sunblock, sooo does NOT contain sunblock) and drove around the island. The beach was amazing. You can drive your truck right out on the beach, pop open the back and have a picnic – you don’t even have to lug all of the heavy beach gear through the sand. And, the best part, there was no one there – it was awesome. The rednecks sure know how to picnic at the beach, that’s for sure.


The island was sort of like key west (without the craziness) and catalina – combo’d. And get this, there are wild horses running around. It was really cool and I highly suggest if anyone ever has to come to NC, go there. It’s definitely worth it (but use the coppertone – can’t go wrong with coppertone).

The Deer Whisperer is Triumphant

We had a baby deer nestled in our rosemary bush right by our front door. After walking in and out several times, the “deer whisperer” finally noticed the baby deer and all efforts were made to see if he was ok.

We first called animal control to see if someone could come out and help him (but, of course, we’re in NC, and animal control doesn’t work on Sundays). This forced the Deer Whisperer into action. The Deer Whisperer saw the mama deer across the road from our house and then later in our stream beside the house. He walked towards her, and kept whispering “come on mama, your little baby is over here. Come help him.” But the mama deer just stared.

The Deer Whisperer decided to turn his efforts toward the baby deer. The Deer Whisperer went and put fresh water into a bowl and cut up a carrot and left it on the steps. We patiently watched the little guy from the window, but to no avail – he wouldn’t move.

Next, the Deer Whisperer dribbled water on the little guy’s back to try and get the deer to move (since it’s Africa-hot out here right now), but he wouldn’t. Fearing the worst, the Deer Whisperer poked at the tiny deer with a stick, but the deer just blinked.

Saddened, we came back inside and just hoped for the best – and alas, apparently the little guy got tired of smelling like rosemary and darted across our lawn. The Deer Whisperer had cheered his spirits and reunited the baby deer with his mama.

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