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Florida, Barb and I spend 6-months A Year-Guess Which 6-months!

 

Americanpresstravelnews.com-A fun look at FL.

Finally, a true map of  Florida that explains this weird, but wonderful state. Those of you who have lived in  Florida will recognize it, and those who don’t have been warned !!!

 

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You know you’re a Floridian if….

Socks are only for bowling.

You never use an umbrella because you know the rain will be over in five minutes.

A good parking place has nothing to do with distance from the store, but everything to do with shade.

Your winter coat is made of denim.

You can tell the difference between fire ant bites and mosquito bites.

You’re younger than thirty but some of your friends are over 65.

Anything under 70 degrees is chilly.

You’ve driven through Yeehaw Junction.

You know that no other grocery store can compare to Publix.

Every other house in your neighborhood had blue roofs in 2004-2005.

You know that anything under a Category 3 just isn’t worth waking up for.

 

You dread love bug season.

You are on a first name basis with the Hurricane list. They aren’t Hurricane Charley or Hurricane Frances. You know them as Andrew, Charley, Frances , Ivan, Jeanne & Wilma

 

You know what a snowbird is and when they’ll leave.

 

You think a six-foot alligator is actually pretty average.

‘Down South’ means  Key West

 

Flip-flops are everyday wear. Shoes are for business meetings and church, but you HAVE worn flip flops to church before.

 

You have a drawer full of bathing suits, and one sweatshirt.

You get annoyed at the tourists who feed seagulls.

 

A mountain is any hill 100 feet above sea level.

 

You know the four seasons really are: Hurricane season, love bug season, tourist season and summer.

You’ve hosted a hurricane party.

You can pronounce Okeechobee, Kissimmee, Withlacoochee, Thonotosassa and Micanopy.

 

You understand why it’s better to have a friend with a boat, than have a boat yourself.

 

You were 25 when you first met someone who couldn’t swim.

 

You’ve worn shorts and used the A/C on Christmas and New Year’s.

 

You recognize Miami-Dade as ‘North Cuba’

 

You not only forward this but you understand it

Pictures In Remembrance of the “Bird.” Fall is the Time for Upland Bird Hunting!

Pheasant for T.G. Day a few years ago!
Also Pheasant for T.G. Day a few years ago!
Very motivated! See next shot!
Very motivated “point” this dogs nose “ruled.”
Very hard shot to get; a dog just before "lift-off."
Very hard shot to get; a dog just before “lift-off.”
Dogs just love bird hunting! All dogs!
Dogs just love bird hunting! All dogs!
She's laughing so hard, she is almost crying. We were trying to train our little Terry "the Terror" to be a hunting dog. He licked our chicken! Never became a hunting dog, just a great lover who is very loved! Same dog that saved my life when he grew up. Ask me about this in comments!
She’s laughing so hard, she is almost crying. We were trying to train our little Terry “the Terror” to be a hunting dog. He licked our chicken! Never became a hunting dog, just a great lover who is very loved! Same dog that saved my life when he grew up. Ask me about this in comments!

Thoughts for a Country May Monday

My pond in TN. and our windmill
My pond in TN. and our windmill

APtravelnews-May 11th, Goose Holler’ Farm— Sitting and looking out from over my desk towards our 1-acre pond. Thoughts went back to yesterday. I was sitting next to the pond relaxing and I heard a rustling sound coming from a small bush on the otherside of the pond, when a fat mud turtle emerged, looked across the narrow edge of the pond and then quickly slid into the pond.

Each day a new tableau opens up to me, and I am just happy to take it all in whenever I am not locked to the puter!

Today, just moments ago a silvery shard, in the guise of a frisky largemouth bass jumped at some falling caterpillars falling from their silky tent-nest high in one of the trees that ring the pond. The sun caught the wet, white and silver bottom of the fish and I am now recording it on the puter, with only the ripples left of the memory of that delicious sight.

From the deer that come down to drink, to the kingfisher screeching across the pond in hopes of popping a bluegill too close to the surface for its own good, I marvel at the sights and take frequent breaks to just sit back, smile and watch the unfolding nature less than 100-feet away from my office window. Besides the 5-S’s, what else is more fulfilling on a country spring day? Thoughts for a fine Monday half-way through the month of May!