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A Hop, A Skip, & A Jump! November 13, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Home & Garden, Humor, Nature, Travel & Leisure.
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Have you heard of Bank of America’s Museums on Us program for VISA cardholders?  If you have a Bank of America VISA, you can visit participating museums for FREE the first full weekend of every month.

The first weekend in November, we decided to visit Marie Selby Botanical Gardens in Sarasota.  First stop, the Orchid Show.

A profusion of blooms filled the greenhouse from top to bottom.

Every where I looked, there was something to admire.

This motif would be excellent for Easter.

And how about this as a back yard water feature?  Can’t you just see Kate’s coy Koi in there?

Exiting the greenhouse, we walked through the Bonsai Forest.

And then headed to the Children’s Rainforest to monkey about.

We both loved the perpetual ebb and flow of the suspended bridge.

And had fun checking out the treehouse.

Back on terra firma, we wandered around the base of the Banyan trees.

“My, what big roots you have!”

From there, it was just a hop, skip, and a jump to the frog pavilion.

Aren’t they charmers?

And they’re ever-ready to enjoy a good game of hoop-de-hop-da-hula.

Especially Ringo!

Colorful, fun, festive . . . and they make great fly-catchers!

After completing our game of ring-around-the-frogs, we headed to O’Leary’s Tiki Bar.

Undeterred by this rude Tiki Totem with the protruding tongue, we grabbed a seat in the sand to quaff a cold one while listening to a decent guitar player who hastened to remind patrons that the more they drank, the better he would sound!

Aah . . . that’s better!

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Gator Crossing November 10, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Joke.
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A sign in time . . .

Saves nine . . . or ten toes!

Aah . . . that’s better!

Lotsa Lobster! November 7, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, Vegetarian Recipes.
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As it does every October, BFF’s birthday rolled into view.

Since I’m NOT a shopper . . . I knew just what to do.

Instead of one lobster lunch, I’d get him two!

A few days before his birthday, we headed to the Anna Maria Oyster Bar for lobster al fresco at  the Bridge Street Pier.  The lobsters served at AMOB arrive “deconstructed” which makes them very “eater friendly.”

And the lobster bib is a great fashion statement . . . that doubles as a poncho if it rains!

But man cannot live by lobster alone.  And neither can the birthday boy.

On BFF’s birthday proper, we headed to Bonefish Grill for Hooked on Tuesdays where we both ordered the 3-course lobster tail dinner.  I started with the house salad which included hearts of palm.

BFF opted for a standard Caesar Salad.

Our lobster tails came with a choice of sides and individual ramekins of butter because . . . lobster + butter = perfect together!

BFF enjoyed potatoes au gratin and a loaf of hot from the oven bread.

Feeling fabulously full, we requested our desserts ~ a flourless brownie and a slice of coconut custard pie ~ to go.  But, as everyone knows, you cannot put ice cream with raspberry sauce in a “To Go” bag, so we ate it in situ.

A sweet ending to a fun (and filling) birthday lunch.

BONUS:  When our server found out that it was BFF’s birthday, she brought him a present ~> a box of 4 chocolate truffles!  Score!

Aah . . . that’s better!

 

Classic (and Classy) Cars & Cats November 5, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Travel & Leisure.
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A few weeks ago, we headed over to the island for Bayfest, a street festival to celebrate the return of the snowbirds from their summer hiatus.

In conjunction with the festival, we enjoyed Classic Cars and Classy Cats.

“Hey!  You’ve got a Tiger on your Tank.”

“Rave On, Raven!” (Quoth the Raven never more.)

It’s a bird, it’s a plane . . .

It’s a Car . . .

“Does this Jeep make my envy look green?”

“Hot dog!  A Hot Rod!”

And check out this golf cart, perfect for enjoying island breezes in style!

Aah . . . that’s better!

Hallow E’en Tricks & Treats! November 3, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, People, Travel & Leisure.
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No trick or treaters in our neighborhood . . . so we headed over to the Costume Contest at the Chamber of Commerce on the island to check out some fun and funky looking kids.

“Want a gum ball?”

“Does this hat make my skin look green?”

“What does a mom have to do to get a little sleep?”

“Yabba Dabba Do!”

And my fave . . . the little engine that could!

From there, we headed to Longboat Key for Happy Hour at the Chart House where I ordered a Monarch Margarita with . . . blood orange!

We enjoyed two appetizers (calories once again ignored) ~> a delicious hummus trio with gluten-free plantain chips for dipping.

And a yummy spinach artichoke dip.

“Does this dip make my teeth look green?”

From there we headed to a Spooky Halloween Party on Bridge Street (with spirits aplenty).  (This shot is a bit shaky because BFF was spooked  by the holiday happenings.  Bwa Ha Ha . . .)

The Bridge Tender Inn had decorations to die for . . .

“Care for a sweet, sweetie?”

“You light up my eyes.  You give me strength to suck your blood.”

“Sure it’s a good look now, but when it rains I get damp brain . . . and let me tell you damp brain is way worse than brain freeze.”

“Chain . . . chain of fools!”

“Don’t come knocking when baby is rocking!”

“Hi!  I’m Meg Ryan after a few too many face-lifts!”

“Don’t take Fright . . . we’re just Spirits in the Night.”

“Bye, bye, sweetie.  So glad you didn’t die!”

Aah . . . that’s better!

Don’t Drink And . . . Diet October 13, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, Life Balance.
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Last week, we enjoyed Happy Hour at the Chart House.

The menu now includes the calorie count for each of the well-priced appetizers.  Wow!  No wonder two or three appetizers washed down with a couple of drinks has always left us too full for dinner.

One of the appetizers we’ve never ordered ~ fish tacos ~ has more than 1,100 calories.  Yowsa!

Doing our best to ignore the calorie counts, we forged ahead and foraged on Spinach Artichoke Dip and assorted Cheese and Crackers.

Life is short:  Don’t Drink And . . . Diet!

Aah . . . that’s better!

 

“Here . . . Have a Teddy!” October 11, 2018

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Note to the thinking-impaired: Leave Your Emotional Support RODENT at Home:

‘Emotional Support Squirrel’ Gets Woman Kicked Off Flight and Then Everyone Just Had to Deplane

 

Spirit Lights The Way

We saw a short segment on the news a few weeks ago showing an airline passenger who needed 28 stitches after being bitten in the face by a dog.

On a plane!

The 50-pound dog was allowed on the flight as an “emotional support animal.”

Other animals that have been allowed to fly for free as emotional support animals ~> a turkey, a pig, and a duck!

QUACK!!!

What next?  An emotional support alligator?  Tarantula? Cobra?

Perhaps it’s time to rein in political correctness in favor of common sense by telling passengers that their right to fly with “emotional support animals” is limited by the rights of other passengers to fly the friendly skies.

Then hand them a teddy to hug for the duration of the flight.

Aah . . . that’s better!

As part of her investigation, the reporter applied for and received an “emotional support animal” certificate for…

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Don’t Drink And . . . Die October 6, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Food & Drink, Humor, Life Balance.
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A few weeks back, while visiting family in Orlando, we had a late (vegetarian) lunch at Lone Star Steakhouse.

On the way out, I snapped a shot of this critter in the bar:

His message (which would be perfect for a Wordless Wednesday):

Don’t Drink And . . . Die!

Aah . . . that’s better!

“Don’t Smell Like Walter” September 22, 2018

Posted by nrhatch in Happiness, Humor, Joke, People.
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Other than a few select shows, BFF and I tend to stick with commercial free public TV.  And not just because we get to avoid commercial commentary and odious and incessant political propaganda (i.e., campaign ads).

We enjoy watching PBS because it offers up interesting fare which is less brain-numbing than prime time TV.

By way of example, we recently caught a 3-part series on the human body ~ How We Grow, How We Protect Ourselves, and How We Think.  In short, we are amazing!  Our ability to preserve homeostasis in the face of temperature changes and microscopic invaders is nothing short of miraculous.

But what about How We Smell?

Receptacles in our nasal passageways capture on-going clues about odors and aromas.  These scents and smells, once captured, signal whether it’s OK to “breathe deep” or scream out “HOLD YOUR NOSE!” (when warranted by disgusting overtones, unpleasant undercurrents, and big stinks).

If something smells really bad, we wave our hands in front of our face to chase the overtones and undercurrents away.

So . . . what does that have to do with Walter?

Well, every once in a while, TV ads add to my day, rather than detracting from it, by making me laugh out loud at the amusing wit and entertaining wisdom of the right writers.

Case in point:  Two women in the produce department at the supermarket.  One young.  One less so.  The younger one reaches for peaches as the older woman sneaks up behind her, breathes deep, and (with a nostalgic sniff) says, “Oh, you smell just like my Walter.”

The younger woman’s smile turns upside down as the voice over says, “Don’t Smell Like Walter.”

Good advice, eh?

Aah . . . that’s better!

 

 

Great-Grandma’s Dirty Jokes September 17, 2018

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Since I didn’t get around to sharing a Silly Saturday joke post this week, I’m going to share three fabulous dirty jokes from TG’s Great Grandma today.

Have a Marvelous Monday!

Chasing Unicorns

My Great-Grandma Florence Jackson. “Flojack.”

I was fortunate and cursed enough to be around several of my great-grandparents while I was growing up. That’s because my family is blessed and cursed with longevity in our genes. We tend to live a long time, but when we finally expire we die of long, lingering chronic illnesses.

My great-grandma was born in 1889. She drove a crankstart Model T when she was young. It gave her a great scare when it chased her around the yard one day, after she crank-started it while it was in gear.

She made it through two great world wars, struggled through the Great Depression, and survived the Great San Francisco earthquake of 1906. So by the time I met her, she had quite a few great tales to tell.

She’d come visit us about once a year, when I was a kid, and stay several weeks…

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