Mardi Gras tradition!

For two years in a row Chris & I have gone to the Pensacola Mardi Gras parade with the same super-fun friends, and we were able to catch it on camera.

2009:

2010:

This year I tried to "color-coordinate" Chris's and my beads but he complained of getting too many of the share. You can kind of tell with his blue-green-gold collection. :) Ha! Who color-coordinates Mardi Gras?!?

motorcycling, chronicle of a self-portrait

Chris's boat has been broken [resisting every urge to use the Pensacola grammar of saying that it's "broke"], so we have been "reduced" to playing with his other toy:


Here are a couple of self-portraits (apparently I can only get one whole head in the shot at a time):




We rode to Cobalt's, a cute spot where you can pull up your boat and dine (if yours isn't broke). Chris's turn to take a self-portrait. We turned the flash off (it was no good), but Chris couldn't tell if the camera was taking pictures. Please note his increasingly confused look as he continues to press the button over and over again:

Sandestin Wine Festival

After an ENTIRE day of tasting approximately 30 - 40 wines at the Sandestin Wine Festival this past April, and with the aid of a self-timer on the camera, Chris and I were somehow able to manage this shot:



I know it's old hat by now since I have it as my Facebook profile picture, but I think it's my absolute most favorite picture of Chris and me so far. Here's a picture of me at the actual festival:


Please note that the number "83" behind my head is NOT a random number. It is indeed the 83rd consecutive table serving tastes of SEVERAL wines. In two whole entire days, I think Chris and I did a pretty good job of visiting approximately 75% of the tables, which was no small feat. Thank goodness for the tram...

A snapshot of Pensacola

Over the past couple of years Chris and I have developed a love for playing with this paddleball set at the beach...I think it is more popular on the Eastern shore...around the MD/NJ area. We would just paddle around on the beach, and challenge ourselves by seeing how many times we can hit it without the ball touching the ground, and then by getting farther and farther away from each other until I felt like we are playing each other from different states. THEN- we decided to come up with rules, including creating a "court" with boundaries. It's a combination of tennis and volleyball: you have to hit the ball into the other's court in one hit, the ball can't touch the ground, if the ball hits the "line," it's fair. We are ADDICTED. Flips of the wrist that land the ball 1 inch over the center line are the bain of my existence. I am no longer afraid of diving headfirst into the sand...all in the name of a tiny rubber ball. I spend HOURS of my time in Pensacola looking at this:

Hello world!!

And so it begins. Here are my two homes: Bethesda, MD and Pensacola, FL.


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