i'm danielle, and i'm a st. thomas-aholic

basically, i thought i should check in and let it be known that i got back from sailing in st. thomas last week and i'm really not having an easy time of getting back into my life in the states. i'm ready to move to this island and just sail. do you realize that there are people who live there and just sail for a living? their jobs are to just sail you around the caribbean. the indigo blue, mountainous, sunny, warm with breezes, white sandy destination that i'm still not sure why i've only been there once kind of place. maybe captain mickey shouldn't have let me sail the hotel's stupid awesome catamaran. maybe that was the turning point that should've been avoided. we'll never know.

no that was it. i didn't need to actually steer a 53' private catamaran. that's pretty much the end of me right there.

i've never fallen in love with a place before, people. admittedly, i've claimed to love my house, but i no longer love my house. i'm considering selling it in this horrible market to get some funds so that i can move to st. thomas and just sail. all i want is sailing in st. thomas. also, if you are going to come home to cleveland, don't do it on a day where it's all dark grey crappy rain. man that was painful to have to deal with. luckily i had some bourbon waiting for me here.

no one can fathom just how much i want this. i've been searching for words ever since i made my last mental imagery of the lady lynsey cutting through the choppy blue waters the day i left (my poor little situation standing in the hotel lobby balcony overlooking the unbelievably perfect view of the bay it docks in). i should probably also mention the infinity pool that overlooks the beach and perfectly blue bay waters that delicately intersect with white sands that tingle your toes while naturally exfoliating them. sigh. if i disappear and no one can find me, just someone let someone know that i'm obviously in st. thomas and i'm probably just fine. drunk, crispy, and fine. also, i could potentially be in bret michaels' arms. i'm attracted to the rock of love. i can't help it.

morning coffee:














happy hour:














view from my stupid awesome room:

and on good friday no less

i'm gonna say probably yes. you guys. you're terrible.

oh, silly IT guys

when I.T. guys refer to their respective teams as "the dark side", i just laugh to myself because there's no IT dark side. if we were living in the show "charmed", there would obviously be a dark side and we would obviously be the power of three fighting it. but much to my dismay, we're not. man i wish we were living in that show though. seriously. so anyway, IT teams aren't dark. if by dark you mean, lazy and difficult, then by all means. "dark" it is.

with IT, it's funny to me because a lot of these people actually believe their team is somehow dark or perhaps cool and that's why they say dark because it would completely negate the cool if they labeled it as such. most people can't say that they think they're cool and get away with it. (some people can. if you're them, call me. we should hang.) whenever i hear someone referencing this "dark" team, i liken it to two people mildly debating something really inconsequential. take bagels for example - if i start talking to you about the different types of bagels and we realize that you always go for whole grain ones and i always go for poppyseed ones, but then one day we're having bagels and you decide to discard your whole grain routine and hard left into a poppyseed one... whoa! welcome to the dark side, my friend!

i think that's precisely what i would say. and believe to be true. because bagels are a dark subject. and by dark, i don't think i mean cool. bagels aren't really that cool when you think about it. they're just yet another thing for us to warm and rub salted butter all over. wait. hold on a second here. why did you just let me take this there. geez. if i have to police myself, obviously the police will end up in my kitchen, drunk, perhaps high, rocking a pair of giant black wrap-around britney sunglasses, dancing to melissa manchester's greatest hits in ways they wouldn't want captured on photo and posted somewhere very, very public.

your new kicks are blinding me

i've got something really important to discuss here. i don't know how much i have to say on the matter so, whatever. in true seinfeld fashion, people in airports wearing brand new shoes, what. is. the. deal. i've been noticing that nearly all of the non-business travelers in airports are doing it and i can't make any sense of the scenario.

when you fly somewhere for business or leisure, you have to account for 2 hours prior to the flight, the duration of the flight, and then another potential 90 - 120 minutes after for good logistical measure. and don't forget about delays. your effing plane could be coming from or heading to o'hare. in addition to the time commitment, you must also figure that there will be walking. and when i say walking, i mean it sister. you'll potentially walk like it's your last day of walking. ever. there can only be a handful of golden-oldies strapped to that giant, geriatric, continental golf cart. and realistically, you're probably not going to be one of them.

so why, given what you know of the duration of time you'll be on your precious feet, would you wear brand new shoes? shoes that you don't know and shoes that you don't trust. they're not old pals. you don't know what they're capable of. if you don't know why i'm even asking because your analysis of the situation leads you to thoughts of instant comfort, then i guess you're not wearing cool shoes. and if you're not, that's ok. not everyone can be like me. i'm pretty sure these young baggy pants guys, girls of all ages, their moms, and grandma-types are planning to depart for their cute little trips and say "hey, you know what would be fun? if i went out and got new shoes for the trip! yay!". i think that's what's running through their pretty little minds.

i also have another theory... but of course. a lot of the time i see new sneakers. obviously sneakers make good sense for walking-intensive travel. however, if you had to go out and buy sneakers for the trip because you didn't have any to begin with, well, that just tells me that america probably should be overweight. if you didn't have the sneakers, you haven't been exercising and that's why america is so fat. now that i've conjectured all over this post, i think that's pretty much what's happening. america is fat and lazy so obviously all people in airports are wearing brand new shoes. really pretty obvious. you should've stopped me back at golden-oldies.

if the guy in the cube next door doesn't quit adjusting his sinus cavity, i'm going to get physical. and not in a good way.

some advice

never let anyone get this bad a picture of you.








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military alphabet

recently i decided to ensure i knew the military alphabet words. i mean, you never know when you're gonna need them. and since i care about people so much (you), i thought it would be helpful if i provided them here as your easy reference. no need to thank me. i know how much you appreciate it. x-ray, oscar. x-ray, oscar.

A: Alpha
B: Bravo
C: Charlie
D: Delta
E: Echo
F: Foxtrot
G: Golf
H: Hotel
I: India
J: Juliet
K: Kilo
L: Lima
M: Mike
N: November
O: Oscar
P: Papa
Q: Quebec
R: Romeo
S: Sierra
T: Tango
U: Uniform
V: Victor
W: Whiskey
X: X-Ray
Y: Yankee
Z: Zulu

real quick

i don't know why everyone's afraid to just say it. so... me being the straight shooter that i am will help us out right here and now. we're in a recession. call it a day on all the fancy footwork. we're there.

on the subject of dogs boating, i like it. please watch the video in the link i'm providing. click on 'play commercial' in the top right. i'm pretty sure it will take you to the banner with the dog. if not, close out and try again until you see the dog. and don't get all "i'm too busy to click and close". you're not busy. you're here. i bet you should probably be focused on work or something right now but you're reading blogs instead. do what i say. i'm in charge.

if after you view said commercial, you find that it does not warm your heart, you're dead inside. go stand by fires and put them out with your ice cold heart.

ok. kisses.

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