Recently, Alex and I made a trip to the Orlando Science Center. Below are a few pictures taken on our weekend getaway. Enjoy!

This is a picture of the outside of our hotel room. We stayed at the Port Orleans Disney hotel. Our room was the second floor right corner room.

This is the path that wound through the hotel. Lined with lampposts and a beautiful river, we were treated to the sounds of the riverboat gurgling along every hour or so.

The obligatory cell phone picture. There has to be one on every trip. This shot was taken in front of the water fountain at the hotel.

This was our room number. More importantly, it's a picture of the live frog that lodged himself on the plaque outside the door.

Show me your muscles!

A room with a view.

Inside the science center, there is a very tall tree. The tree is four stories tall if I'm not mistaking. The winding staircases lead to different floors, each containing wonders of science.

One of the many critters located inside the science center. We won't post any snake pictures here... no worries.

Lunchtime. Don't you look at me like that.

Alex, fearing for his life, as I drive on the interstate.


Valentine's Day 2007

Valentine's day has been nonexistent for me the last, I don't know...lifetime will suffice.

This year was different. This year I have Alex. Valentine's Day began around 12:01am with an exchanging of gifts. For his gift, I'd conspired with a friend who works at the music store and purchased a guitar that Alex seems to love only slightly less than he loves me. In fact, he had told said music store friend not to sell the guitar to anyone, that he would be in at the end of the month to pick it up. Upon arriving to work Saturday morning, Alex discovered that the guitar was sold only hours after it had arrived at the store.


Little did he know it was I who had ordered the guitar for him, and it was I who left work early to pick up his new toy while he enjoyed the afternoon off. I lined the case in crushed red velvet and used beads to spell out his last name on the case. Shortly after midnight on 2/14 I led him through his house to a back room where his present had been hidden all day long. Needless to say he seemed quite pleased with the gift.

His gift to me? Fingerprints. His and mine. He spent hours working on each of our prints to make them align just so, and placed them in a frame with Latin written on the bottom........ most romantic gift ever.

The only man I'll need, ever.

I've been trying to curb the explosive CD buying phase I went through this past summer and fall. Granted, my collection was pretty pathetic for a musician, so I don't feel terrible about the stuff I got, especially since what I bought was amazing. But upon hearing Corrine Bailey Rae on the John Mayer website, I couldn't resist picking up just one more CD.

My favorite song on the CD is "Put Your Records On." I love that you can hear the British accent as she sings. Usually singers lose the accent when they perform. "Three lit-el birds sat on my window.... and they told me I don't need to worry." Go give it a listen and should you like it, make sure you pick a copy up at your local store. You may need to look under the R&B section, for some strange reason. I'm not agreeing with that categorization, though.

Someone has a birthday coming up in one week and one day. And a "lit-el" birdie told me he's getting some outstanding gifts. Not that the gifts are important........................ oh who are we kidding? Giving them is highly important. Even if he says getting them isn't important at all. Love you sweets.


A twistah! A twistah! We had severe storms here last night, which is usually a summertime occurrence. The weather this year hasn't exactly been the norm, so we should have been on the lookout.

I live directly in between what will be known as "damage area A" on the left and "damage area B" on the right. We're not certain how many tornadoes touched down, but there's talk of F4's in multiple locations. All I have to say is this is not Kansas. Did someone order cows?

It's been one of those weeks, though. I'm blaming it on the moon. I'll be finding a new teaching position for the upcoming school year as the school I'm working at currently is ending their Pre-K program. I have so many tax forms to file that I might consider my chances at tax evasion (just kidding! They owe ME money!) The children were a mess at school this week, completely refusing to cooperate with any request. Finally, the storms brought the week from hell to a screeching halt.

All is well now, however. I'm here with Alex, and all seems right with the world when he's around.

Tonight, those of us in Eustis are thanking our lucky stars we weren't blown over the rainbow.