I’d rather be a could be………………

Another mostly slow day today — watching Gordon Ramsey berate people and then headed out to re-check a place we are thinking about making our ‘permanent’ place. Nice 2 bedroom directly on the beach. It’s not the best swimming beach on the island by far, but it is on the beach…. We are also going to look at another place tomorrow, not on the beach, but actually in the same complex we’re in now…… We’re hoping for a few better amenities than the beach place offers….. so more on that tomorrow.

We did stop in at Blues for a couple of drinks and to let them know we are still alive and kicking….. stopped and picked up some Mickey-D’s on the way home (49 minutes to get through the drive through….. we are definitely not in Kansas any more) and came back and enjoyed our Quarter pounders while we watched more Hell’s Kitchen.

Not a heckva lot else to ramble about, so I’m gonna leave you with a poem I learned from my Dad….. I think I may have put this up here a long time ago – but it is a timeless classic and in my opinion – words to live by. I think the original version came from Milton Berle, and I think Dear Old Dad may have remembered it slightly different – but this was Dad’s version and the one I memorized…. so feel free to copy or share.

I’d rather be a could be,
If I couldn’t be an are.
For a could be, is a maybe,
With a chance of touching par.
I’d rather be a has been,
Than a might have been by far.
For a might have been, has never been.
But a has was once an are.

Good night ya’ll……… Thankx for stopping in~!

  View from our possible new place…..

Surfer Duuuuuude………..

 in all his magnificence

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Born in Germany as an Army brat - I moved permanently to the United States about the time I was ready to start school - Dad put to me to work when I turned 13 tearing off roofs and packing shingles.. I did that, DE tasseled corn and bucked hay all the way through high school. After graduation, moved down South for a year or so trying to figure what I wanted to do. Finally came home and joined the Air Force serving almost 5 years - which included a 3 year tour in Germany, where I met my Queen. Came home and started working as a roofer. Economy went to crap and I knew I would not be able to support my growing family the way I wanted to, so I pestered the HR department at General Electric until they hired me. A very quick almost 34 years, 4 Daughters and 9 Grandkids later - here I am .... waiting as patiently as I can, to start the next chapter of our life - romping around in the Caribbean Sea checking out the various islands that we have not been to yet. Holy $hit what a ride~!!!! ;-)

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