Journey & Adventure

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my future.    Not necessarily next week or next month, but where I’ll be in 10 years from now.     At present, I’m working towards the goal of being debt and mortgage free in about 6 years, but then what?     I certainly won’t be able to retire at that time because I won’t have any substantial savings in which to support myself.     After the debt free goal has been attained, I still plan to buy a vacation property in the Caribbean, but I’ll only be able to enjoy a couple of times per year because I’ll still have to work to pay for the vacation home.   It would be fantastic if I could simply work in the Caribbean, but my options for employment will be hindered by the whole work visa issue.   Another option I’ve been toying with to avoid the whole work visa issue is to simply buy an existing business in the Caribbean.   But what business could I possibly be qua...

I had my annual “physical” yesterday.   I’ve been attending the same clinic for well over 20 years and am overall happy with the service I receive.  The clinic is part of a state-of-the-art teaching hospital, so with that I typically have relatively quick access to a network of specialists should the need arise.  With that being said, I’m usually treated by residents and have rarely had the same resident in all my 20 years. I felt pretty good going into the appointment and then not so much by the time I left.   Why do you ask? Well, first of all I was treated by Miss Doogie Howser.   I swear she wasn’t even legal drinking age.  That in itself made me feel old, because when I first started going to that clinic – I WAS her age. As she was running down the standard list of questions (i.e. do you smoke, how much do you drink, is there any history of heart problems in your family), she ask...

I’ve been thinking about going to the beach this weekend. Ahhh the beach – warm sun, warm water, fresh air and sand…lots and lots of sand. If it weren’t for the sand, the beach could almost replace Walt Disney World as the happiest place on earth; however the sand that encompasses the shoreline of the lakes, oceans and rivers and makes up the thing known as the “Beach” is unbearable to me. I strongly dislike sand. I particularly dislike the feeling of dried-on sand between my toes. You know what I mean – after you’ve been swimming and need to walk across the sand to your beach towel (Water + Sand = Crusty Toes). Ughhh… When I was much lighter younger, I was successfully able to charm my then boyfriend (now husband) into sweeping me off of my feet and carrying to my awaiting throne beach towel without so much as a grain of sand touching my tootsies. Now realistically, I am well aware that a hormonal teenage boy would do just about anything with the thought of getting laid being a...