saturday night, one of balu's friends was having a crepes party. adriana would make the crepes, then we would fill them with the various fillings we brought. they were reeeeally yummy, and it was about the best even i could've wished for at my "forget about eating healthy" meal of the week.
since adriana & her husband live in a big house in miami beach, with a few spare bedrooms, we brought overnight things and swimsuits with the plan to go to the beach the next day.
by about 10 p.m., i was yawning on the porch. i called amanda to wish her a happy birthday since when i called earlier, she was in the middle of a nap. as i went to hang up, i said, "i love you, manda!" she responded with, "yeah, ok, bye!" ahh, the warmth. then balu joined me on the porch, where we talked as i blinked slowly and watched the traffic on alton road.
by midnight, i went from wishing i could go to bed but knowing it was too early to really wanting to go to bed and trying to figure out where those extra bedrooms were.
by 12:30, i was in bed, with the party continuing on the floor below.
all i could think was, "oh my god, i'm, like, the worst party guest EVER." in my defense, i had been up since 7 a.m., but let's not take that two-hour nap i took at 3 p.m. into account.
so, yeah, i'm that girl who can't stay awake past midnight at a party. sad, sad stuff.
I understand. I am getting that way too. I'm good on a Saturday night, but Friday nights I have to be in bed before midnight! Stupid 40-hour work week.
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"