Walk away.

If someone ever sits one of these in front of you, just walk away.Bob Marley shots are never a good idea. Heed my advice, just say no.

If I told you what was in it you would cringe and I would most likely ruin your lunch, I will save you from that.

License plate conundrum

Things you think about while in Jamaica
"I better drag my butt outta bed so I can get a good lounge chair!"
"Spray-on sunscreen is a gift from the heavens"
"Is it 10am yet... I need a cocktail"
"No thanks, I don't want to buy ganja"
"I hope Chris is going for a drink soon, I need a refill!"
"Nah, no Jamaican grass for me... thanks anyways"
"I wonder if the buffet is open"
"No thank you, I don't smoke"

Things you don't think about while in Jamaica
"I hope my license plates don't expire the week after we get back"

Whoops... miss Cammie just might be sporting some invalid tags. I ordered them Friday, but my plates expired today. It said it could take up to 10 business days before I receive them in the mail.

Think the cop will understand I just couldn't be bothered with abiding by the laws? I was clearly very busy.

Ouch.

(My niece, Olivia, and myself)

We cheered and cheered but it just didn't seem to help. Let's hope yesterday's game was not the way the rest of our season is going to go!

Missing Person

Things that scare me shitless: the very thought of being kidnapped.
Not knowing what these people want to do with you, where they are taking you, or why they are doing it to begin with. Wondering if they intend to kill you or keep you alive and torture you. Hoping and praying that your someone, somewhere cares enough to find you.

Last night I was flipping through the new Glamour magazine and immediately stopped when I saw an article about Natalee Holloway. (Here is the link to the article: "What We've Never Told Anyone About Natalee Holloway") Being that we were the same age when she went missing, anything involving her tale always captivates me in the worst of ways.

It's told by two of her good friends from Alabama. Thank God, knock on wood, throw salt over my shoulder, praise the voodoo priestesses I can't even begin to think about being in a position like this. It gives me chills and stomach pains.

I've gone on plenty of trips with my friends, we've ventured out to local bars and hung out all night with locals. I've gone to bed without everyone being back in the hotel room safe & sound.

Thinking back on all of this I get insanely worried. I can't even imagine. 5 years of not knowing for her poor family and friends. I mean, I think by now they've probably accepted the worse as the truth, but can you imagine never knowing what exactly happened to your best friend; if she's still out there hoping someone rescues her or (on the not so optimistic side) if her body may ever be found.
The 'never knowing' is the part that gets me the most. There may never be closure. My heart goes out to them.

Sorry, I'm sure this wasn't the happy-Jamaica-picture heavy post you were expecting from me this week but it's coming I promise! I'm just distracted, that's all!

We're back!

We landed back in Indy just shy of midnight last night. Once bags were collected, the car picked up and my head finally found my pillow, 6am snuck up VERY quickly!

Tanned and tired. I would be downright lying if I said I wasn't struggling to get through the work day today. My brain is still in "yeah mon, no problem" mode. Had an amazing trip though, and that's the important part right!

Maybe, just maybe, I can actually muster up a real post come tomorrow!