Showing posts with label Laura. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Laura. Show all posts

Thursday, November 12, 2015

You're An Adult...or Negril Moments

1). Stop tagging me in your photos. I don't want to be a part of your vacation.......... A member of the wedding party on the flight from Baltimore to Montego Bay

2). OM is a uniter........... Joy during yoga practice.

One of My Fave Pics of Yoga in Negril

3). Yoga clears yo head.......... Bruce (hanging out in the water in Negril)

4).Thanks for the moment..........

Kyng Sharlo to Carol and me after he told us about his CD and his Rastafarian cooking class.

5). Stop hiding yourself....The moon needs the darkness to shine.......... Joy

6). The universe has your back.......... Joy

7). We got exhausted saving our own lives.

Laura about the choppy water that we played in for an hour or so.

8). You're on vacation and you're an adult.......... Whitney

9). Quiet..........

Joy to the young men at the Blue Hole who joined us for yoga practice. They giggled like crazy at the beginning but, at the end of practice, there was a respectful silence.

A Blue Hole Jumper

More Blue Hole Shenanigans


10). Today is going to be a peaceful day...Don't talk on me........... Jaycee, gift shop clerk

11). Oh, we're going to talk on her..........

Laura after finding out that Jaycee had bamboozled us.

12). You have to work like a parrot.......... Shane about how tough it is to eat coconut.

13). I know what I like.......... Whitney

14). Respect..........Typical Jamaican greeting

Me and Joy

This moment didn't happen in Negril but made me laugh out loud.



Sunday, November 8, 2015

Technically None But...

Pose of The Child (On Top of Glass Bottom Boat)
So, what I forgot to mention about Erin in the previous post is that she enjoys giving massages and I just want to put this out in the universe. Erin, if you need to practice a new technique, I'm your woman!!!

One of the questions on the customs' declaration form asks how many family members you're traveling with and I found it hard to write zero. Technically, the answer was zero but part of my yoga family was traveling with me.

It was unbelievable how fast Saturday and the end of the yoga retreat arrived. I could have stayed another day or two but eight of us piled into a van and headed to Montego Bay yesterday. When we arrived in Orlando, found out that the plane had been delayed for two hours. No problem. Those two hours felt like thirty minutes since we were able to enjoy each other's company.

When I got home, had an email from Laura who said that reggae music had been playing on the radio and that she missed me already. I miss/ed her too...

Home







Little One in Front of Me
Fast forward to Sunday morning. I woke around 5:00 a.m. and tears fell. I am now used to having breakfast with at least five people and traveling with an even larger posse...

Went to the library and got Bob and Ziggy Marley CDs then headed to Jay International to get nutmeg. I cannot face oatmeal without nutmeg now. I also bought Busy Signal's Text Message which I found very amusing while the video played in a Jamaican cab. Dang, just thought about how Whitney likes to say JK (just kidding).

Rooster around 7-ish

Saturday, February 16, 2013

The Joy of Being Weird With People

Found myself looking forward to Zumba...Experienced my third instructor; all of them have been super enthusiastic and cool. Laura's routines seemed more complicated but as she said at the beginning of class, You're not at the Muny. No one's paying to watch you dance...The only rule of Zumba is....to have fun.

Even though my hips and right IT band promised revenge, I stayed in class. Didn't really dig the Thrift Store routine but one weird routine out of 10+ is not a bad ratio at all...

I thoroughly enjoyed dancing to Big and Chunky. Moves that I liked -- the bootie rubber or the shake and bake. Speaking of booties, I got mine completely kicked today.

Laura wanted us to make a sound at a particular point in a song. Don't make me do it by myself and look weird she said. Reminds me of a poster that I saw recently: I love people I can be weird with.

 

Monday, July 11, 2011

It Smells Like Play-Doh or Stuff People Say To Me, VII

  • I couldn't do that -- counting calories and watching everything I eat -- but kudos to you.

    My nephew, Dylan, while we were at a wedding reception for one of our aunts



  • It smells like Play-Doh.

    Dylan's comment about my Margaritaville hummus.




  • Me: Is that Chobani pineapple?

    Melinda: Yes.

    Me: Did you get it from Target on Chippewa?

    Melinda: Yes. The woman at Target said they disappear really fast. I told her that's because of my coworker...



  • Don't forget: don't unclip the last two.

    Helga to me as I seconded a route. I'm very glad that she reminded me.



  • You looked like you were afraid that you were going to fall. That's my job. That's what I'm here for...

    Patti reminding me of her belayer responsibilities as I struggled on a route.



  • Associate: I missed you on Saturday.

    Me: (Crumpled brow)

    Associate: At the naked bike ride.

    Me: (explosive laughter)



  • Climber: It's nice to watch someone else climb when you're trying to figure out a route. I did what she just did on that part but she's (Patti) a lot more graceful.

    A climber waiting for the autobelay. The guy is completely right; Patti is a graceful climber.



  • I was cheering for you (as I climbed "Dig In"), spit flew out of my mouth then came back and hit me in the face.

    We were talking about oddness and Laura gave me an example of the odd things that happen to her.



  • I'm a breathing coach too...

    Massage therapist



  • The skinny people who complain about needing to lose weight...we should force feed them lard.

    A friend who's trying to lose weight