Toes in the Sand

So on Saturday morning I watched a GAC special called Kenny Chesney: Lucky Old Sun. Basically it was Kenny down in the Bahamas on his boat/beaches playing his new songs acoustically and being awesome.
It really made me want to go someplace tropical - right now. I feel this incredible pull inside of me that's making me need to go! I really just want to warm my toes in the sand while watching the waves roll in, soaking up the sun. I got to looking online at possible vacations this spring/summer and they're all so expensive! I mean we could probably drive down to NC without a problem, but I want to go to the Islands! Ok, I'd settle for Florida. I want to listen to the steel drum band playing while drinking a margarita.
Maybe the incredible need to be there is fueled by the subzero temperatures we've been experiencing for the past few weeks. Who knows.
I just need to go!

(my happy feet in Hondouras!)


^^That's where I need to be

Airplanes & such.

So we successfully made it to Houston and back. We were able to see most of Chase's family which was nice, and I even got to ride when we went out to Pennington! Only problem there is that my butt isn't made for a western saddle. No, seriously. I had bruises - painful, purple bruises. I had lots of fun though. Really makes me miss riding.
After getting back to Houston we opened presents with the immediate family and went to bed. Bad idea. I hardly slept Sunday night and then woke up in the morning feeling like crap. I was so sick I didn't even make it to Waffle House. Yea, no faking here. It started out with cold sweats, swollen throat, nausea....and has developed into a wonderful congested head cold. Yay. Sitting here and home now, I'm still coughing and blowing my nose every 1.975493245640461 seconds.
I got to thinking yesterday on the plane...and I hate flying. The year of 2008 was full of planes for me and I don't ever plan to have another year like that. Lets see, in June we flew to Costa Rica (3 planes, each way), then in August we flew to Houston for Chase's graduation (2 planes, each way), not long after that we went on our honeymoon and had to fly down to Tampa (we had direct flights each way), and now we just went to Houston (2 planes each way). That's too much for me. I find myself becoming more and more nervous on the planes. I think I'd rather drive from now on.

Well, Mom and John should be here soon with Oslo and pizza. Off to finish cleaning!