Bek and Donna'sTrip To Turks and Caicos

Bek took a business trip to Turks and Caicos a few weeks ago. Her trusty buddy, Donna, accompanied her. Wonderful photos follow.
The following falls under the heading of, "Let me think. Could I really enjoy myself in a place like this?" Duh!Does this look like a fun place, or what? More importantly, do these look like a couple of fun girls, or what?
Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship.
(These ill fated souls are attempting, in vain, to get the attention of a rescue helicopter.)
You must admit, the guy in the baseball cap, tan shirt, and green shorts is way too cool for the rest of this group.

Two bathing beauties!
And the sun sets on a beautiful trip, and Donna in her grownup dress.









Herman and I decided to fly down to join them for the last couple of days. As you can see, the beaches were beautiful. Thanks for inviting us, guys. We made some great memories, didn't we? Memories that will roam the corners of my mind forever and ever.

Bek and Jacob's Snowshoe Trip

I have no names for these lovely little girls. I know Patsy gave them to me while we were talking on the phone. Herman wrote them down, but now we can't find the obscure scrap of paper on which he wrote them. Bek or Patsy, please, leave the info. in the comment option. Thanks. I think the mommy is Amy and one of the little girls is Emma. Just a guess.

Arrival!
We're staying here.The view!The lodge?We're posing now, in our snowsuits, to demonstrate how cute we really are, and that we're ready for SNOW.
Don't mind me. I think I'll just lie here for awhile.Ready for fun!This picture is the definition of precious. Could it be any cuter? NO!



Two pretty girls about to hit the slopes.
Two even prettier girls about to hit the slopes. Which one is in pink and which one is in blue? Somebody tell me.
Two pretty girls at the end of a long day on the slopes, looking for men. Where are the kids, you may well ask? They drugged them and left them snoozing, unattended, in the cabin while they lasciviously trolled the lodge. You have to admit, they are extra-special cute in this photo.

Mom and The Man (my personal favorite)

Pingu

MaMaw can beat your butt!

I just finished a phone conversation with Patsy, more widely known as Jacob's MaMaw. While we were talking, someone called her on her other phone. You could only know how ridiculous that phrase sounds if you were alive in the fifties. Other phone? Who ever heard of having more than one phone. Golly, we used to have something called a party-line when I was a kid.

A party-line was when several families - parties - shared the same phone line. So if we picked up the receiver of our phone and heard Miss Jeanette talking to Miss Franny, we knew we were suppose to put the receiver back on the base, and pretend we hadn't heard them gossiping about Miss Snowdie's tasteless, new hairdo. The key phrase here is suppose to. Shamefully, we occasionally sat quietly and listened. Besides being great entertainment (the first reality shows) the party line often fed the grapevine, on which information traveled faster than the speed of light. This is a categorical, scientific absolute.

Anyway, you can see what I'm saying here. Technically, we used to only have half of a phone, and now most people have at least two phones. Crazy!

...but I digress.

As I was saying, Patsy and I were chatting when Patsy's "other phone" rang. She asked me to wait while she took the call. It was Bek. I guess I should preface the following by explaining that Patsy kept Jacob for a few days while Bek was on a work-vacation (is that an oxymoron???) on some exotic island with one of her best friends, Donna. Jacob told Bek that while he was staying with Patsy, she told him...and I quote..."I'm your mama's mama and I can whip her butt any time I want to."

It seems that at the tender age of four years, Jacob has a full grasp of the hierarchy of maternal relationships. He has figured out that there just may be someone higher on the totem pole than his mom.

"MaMaw can whip your butt any time she wants to!" .....implicit in this statement from a four year old is...... and don't you forget it, Mom!

Patsy, of course, claims that she never said anything of the sort. That's her story and she's stickin' to it. It appears that Jacob is stickin' to his story too.

Bek, I'm waiting for pix of your trip so I can post them. If I don't get them in a timely fashion I'll call Jacob's MaMaw and ....