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Memorable Memorial Weekend

Memorable Memorial Weekend

Memorial Day weekend marked the first official weekend of summer 2017 so we packed up, I mean really packed up, Big Bertha (my Yukon) and headed southwest to The Coast. Paper towels, sheets, food, movies, books, swim suits, hats, lawn mowers, yard clippers, and sunscreen. Four days, three nights of boating, fishing, beach bumming and St. Teresa-ing. That’s the best way to jump start summer. Now, what to do with the next 2.5 months?

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

A serious game of Bimini ring toss...

A serious game of Bimini ring toss…

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

#STB4 g (St. Teresa Beach 4 generations — The Cottage)

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

The lawn mower man

 

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

 

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

Memorable Memorial Weekend via grateful simplicity

 

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Graduation Nation

Graduation Nation at the Robinson household last week. I realized sometime back that a time would come when our children would enter all three divisions of their/my school on the same day. What I didn’t anticipate, was that first they would ‘graduate’ from each division. Triple whammy. Particularly as my last child leaves Preschool for the last time.  While I can’t wrap my head around my oldest entering high school, especially since it was only what seems like a few years ago that I was in the same high school, I know she is ready to fly.

Disclaimer- potential obnoxious parent bragging ahead: Both our girls have worked hard this year to earn high honor roll for the year. This means that their yearly academic average was an A- or higher in every subject area. This is no easy feat and not lost on their dad or me.

So all this to say, we officially have a high schooler, middle schooler, and kindergartner in the Robinson house….. now we’re going to enjoy us some summer.

Graduation Nation via grateful simplicity

Kenley’s 5th grade graduation

 

Graduation Nation via grateful simplicity

Graduation Nation via grateful simplicity

Graduation Nation via grateful simplicity

Graduation Nation via grateful simplicity

Britton’s 8th grade graduation

 

Graduation Nation via grateful simplicity

Graduation Nation via grateful simplicity

 

 

Snapper for Supper

Snapper for Supper

The weather report called for 1-2′ seas making the opening day of snapper season optimal for taking the kids out on the boat. But, as weather is unpredictable, the winds picked up in the afternoon and it turned out to be 4′ seas with our family of five offshore ten miles. Thankfully, if we have done nothing else, we have raised our crew with sea legs and they surprisingly did not complain much. We caught our limit within an hour thanks to Captain Robinson. The Rock Bass decided they were hungry as well so we kept a few of them too.  With the assistance of Net Boy, of course.

Snapper for Supper via grateful simplicity

Snapper for Supper via grateful simplicity

 

Snapper for Supper via grateful simplicity

Snapper for Supper via grateful simplicity

Snapper for Supper via grateful simplicity

 

Snapper for Supper via grateful simplicity

Salt air relief

Because every now and then, we all need some salt air relief. Even if it means grabbing a sweatshirt (or two) and requires the additional warmth of your favorite furry friend.

Salt air relief via grateful simplicity

 

Le Kens celebrated her 11th birthday last week and has officially joined a club soccer team with her first practice having taken place tonight. With traffic, sister’s tennis match, and some minor miscommunication between her Daddy and I she was about 10 minutes late and I actually worried that she might send her heart into tachycardia. The girl likes a solid plan, well thought out time-table, and then by-golly stick to the plan. And never ever be late to practice, especially on the first day. Sorry, Kens. Blame it on your Mama. One day you may realize that this is the small stuff. Hello Pot? It’s me, Kettle.

Salt air relief via grateful simplicity

 

President’s Day and we had the entire island to ourselves. One of my favorite Florida days to date.

Salt air relief via grateful simplicity

Salt air relief via grateful simplicity

What you talkin’ bout Willis?

 

Salt air relief via grateful simplicity

 

Salt air relief via grateful simplicity

 

Salt air relief via grateful simplicity

Spring Break and a little salt air relief is around the corner– I can feel it!

Nashville Smashville

Nashville Smashville did not disappoint.

 

When Mr. Robinson asked, “where do you want to go for your 40th? London? Hawaii?” I quickly replied, without hesitation, “Nashville!”  Boots, blue jeans, country music and yummy food and you are bound to have a knee-slapping good time. And that we did. It didn’t take long, I’d say 4 hours in, for Mr. R to announce that it was high time he owned a good pair of cowboy boots. So, when in Rome…. I helped him find the perfect pair of boots, not too round, not too pointy, not too boring, but not flashy either.

It was then that he next announced, “Now I need a good cowboy shirt.” At first I thought he might be kidding, my Miam-born husband but he was as serious as a Nashville chicken fried biscuit. So we walked upstairs, had him try on 3 9 cowboy shirts and settled on ‘the perfect cowboy shirt.’  And I do agree– every man should own a good pair of boots and shirt but I was still taken a back slightly when the following day, Mike, aka Cowboy Mike, told me (over our second fried meal of the day), “Now I need a good pair of jeans to wear with my boots.” And so, back in the store we went for the perfect pair of jeans to go with his cowboy shirt and cowboy boots.

Cowboy Mike loved Nashville- almost as much, if not more, than me. And that’s saying a lot. But of course, how could you not? It has all the makings of a relaxing getaway weekend. We tried his new boots out in a great honky tonk– an establishment truly called The Honky Tonk and the boots proved to worthy of their purchase as we had a great evening.  Not just a great evening but a relaxing and fun weekend all around. People were friendly, getting around was easy, the music was awesome and the atmosphere was cool everywhere were went. All around in our boots, of course.

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Someone may have found their happy place

 

 

 

After waiting in a line that extended down the city block, we thought Biscuit Love was worth checking out. We soon realized that two, somewhat healthy eating folks could only eat so much fried food in a given 3 day period…

Nashville Smashville via grateful simplicity

Biscuit Love as featured in Garden & Gun magazine

 

Biscuit Love-- outside..

Biscuit Love– outside line. Our Uber driver told us this was a short line so we came on a “good” day…

Nashville Smashville via grateful simplicity

Nashville Smashville via grateful simplicity

A good man who willingly poses for his camera snapping wife

 

Nashville Smashville via grateful simplicity

Firefly.  Off the beaten path, but well worth the uber.

Firefly Grille was a recommendation by a local man we met outside out downtown hotel. Off the beaten path, but well worth the uber ride it was a cool little place.

Nashville Smashville via grateful simplicity

More extra points for him

 

Someone may have liked the Ryman as much as me.

Someone may have liked the Ryman as much as me (this was my favorite “tourist” excursion by far)

Nashville Smashville via grateful simplicity

Country Music Hall of Fame