Champagne and Tutus: May 2013

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Dewy the Dragon. #amigurumirealness

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His name is Hoots. Thanks for the pretty yarn @dreamarie12 #amigurumirealness

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Friday, May 24, 2013

#roccostacos #nofilter

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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Finn and I are sitting in the shade of our new favorite place. Mizner Bark Park. It's quite beautiful with three areas for different dog sizes. Small, medium and large. (The small park currently looks like its hosting a nursing home outing...) Finn is always the focal point whenever we go... People can't get enough of his cute face and story. It's a shame that he is so anxious that he can't bond well with strangers and new dogs. Everyone seems to be understanding though.

Our time in Boca has been pretty fun so far. I joined a bootcamp to help me get back into the routine of exercise. I feel better already. It's high intensity but the coach is helping me keep my goals realistic and healthy. I try and go 3-4times a week.

We visited Gumbo Limbo to check out their sea turtle conservation efforts. It was the neatest place. We got to see several sea turtles that are being treated for injuries and hear about the local aquatic life.I would love to volunteer with them but I think Kent and I are going to participate in one of their activities first to see what volunteers actually do.

I still don't have any friends really. There are friendly faces that I see at bootcamp and some neighbors that we run into at this Irish pub we have been frequenting (all three of us! Very dog friendly!) but no real friends yet. That's ok for three weeks I think. Not ideal, but ok. Kent and I are slowly building our new life and its as jarring as it is exciting.

-till next time-

Alien prototype.

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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

cloudy rainy week. bluh. #sadpalmtrees

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Tuesday, May 21, 2013

#buildinmusclesyall

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Thursday, May 16, 2013

927 miles.

Nashville, Tennessee to Boca Raton, Florida
37215 to 33432
927 miles... from home.

I sit here in our temporary apartment watching my dog stare out the window. He loves to just watch the world. He watched as movers came into our home and packed everything up and loaded it on a truck. He watched as we took all that was left of our empty house and loaded it into my SUV. Now he watches new species of trees and small critters.

Our move from Nashville to Boca Raton wasn't that bad. Kent's sister Carmel opened her home to us while we waited for the closing of our house. We then packed up my Rogue and headed on a two day journey.

Our half way point was Savannah Georgia and I must say that I was blown away on how beautiful that city is! It was incredibly dog friendly and full of old world culture and feels. The trees all had thick hanging moss draped from their branches and the cobblestone streets were lined with vintage lamp posts speaking of a different era.

We stayed in a bed and breakfast called Foley House Inn that allowed dogs. As we were getting ready to go out for dinner our first night, we kept noticing buses of people stopping in front of our hotel. I looked closer at one of the buses and saw it said "Ghost Tour" on it. Great

After some research I discovered that our lovely quaint B&B was home to a murder and a cover up... which is obviously the makings for a restless resident ghost.

Apparently the widow Foley would take in boarders to make ends meet. She would only do so after checking the guests references. One evening a gentleman came in and was able to smooth talk Mrs Foley into renting him a room even though he had no reference check. Late that evening the man made a visit to Mrs. Foley's room with the intent of doing her harm. Turns out he underestimated her because she quickly grabbed a heavy silver candlestick and bashed him over the head with it, killing him. Not wanting any bad press about her inn she buried his remains within the walls of her boardinghouse. On her death bed she confessed the murder but no one believed her. That was until years later when renovations were being done to the house and human remains were found within the walls. Visitors to the Foley House say that they see a figure in black wearing a top hat sometimes in the gardens.