Shark Week

Give me an e 

Give me an f

repeat

What do ya got?

The beginning of the theme song to the movie "Jaws."

Cue the music 

dun dun.   dun dun. 

That right there is the sound of fear. 

Totally jawsome music.

Nothing says impending doom like the Jaws theme song. 

It was that riff...
low and predatory…

that was more terrifying than the mechanical great white shark...  

(especially by today’s standards.) 

Without the music, it's a Saturday Night Live skit.

The Jaws theme song hasn't helped the plight of the shark.

It gives them a bad rap…

even with this captivating smile.

(The shark union might want to think about changing PR Firms.)

Despite their scary reputation, 

sharks rarely ever attack humans and 

would much rather feed on fish and marine mammals.  

But I ask...

why wouldn’t they want to switch it up sometime?

throw in a little human?

Their tastebuds might need a little zing…

only a human can bring.

Anywhoooo…..

Recently there have been numerous shark sightings around Cape Cod,

primarily due to an increase in the shark’s fav food group…

the gray seal.

 Apparently the seal is Zero points on the Weight Watchers Plan.

A shark will attack it the same way I attack

a pint of Haagan Dazs Carmel Cone ice cream...  

6 points on the Weight Watchers Plan.

(who eats half a cup?...just saying)

Most of the shark sightings are near Chatham 

and not where we are in Manomet/Plymouth

but occasionally the sharks 
eat the memo…

and swim in our waters.

I start out the season being comfortable kayaking with PaulA to the point... 

even after our area made the National News
a couple of years ago 
when a shark bit the bottom of a kayak of a young woman 
kayaking with a friend...

But they lived to tell about it. 

No harm. No human.

We’ve been kayaking out to Manomet Point for the past couple of months

to stare at the seals with their big eyes on their big dog heads 
who like to stare back at us with our beady eyes on our pointy heads. 

I'm usually the winner of the staring contest.

Last time we paddled out…we noticed one seal in a prone position;
not the usual bobbing position.

We thought...hmmm that's odd, but paddled on to look for his slippery brothers.  

Later in the day, I read in the local FB group that this particular seal 

was a meal.
(They think he will survive his shark bite.)

Another FB post today showed 
a shark at Manomet Point had its way with  …

foot long bite

this Ramus 100 AUV.

(apparently some techy thing marine biologists use.)

I'm guessing it's about time PaulA and I read 

and heed 

the memo

and stay parked on the beach.

can't wait for margarita week

These sharks know it is SHARK WEEK...

and they are ready for prime time.

Cue the music

dun dun

dun dun

Happy 27th Birthday Brianna

Today 

Brianna Kathleen 

Sweet Wish Queen

aka Boston’s Girl 

as Colin calls her

turns 27.

4 years a college girl at B.U. and 

5 years a working girl in Boston's seaport district

equals 1 

WICKED smart, sweet, and successful girl living in the city. 

Move over Mary Tyler Moore

you had Minneapolis,

Brianna has Bahston

Who can turn the world on with her smile?
Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile?
Well it's you Bri, and you should know it
With each glance and every little movement you show it.

I’m pretty sure Brianna has tossed her hat in the air a time or two

after a ride on the T and a stop at Dunks.

9 years and counting as Boston’s Girl = 

Wicked pissah fun

And girls just wanna have fun.

Just back from another Breezy adventure

in Amsterdam and

safari in Botswana, Zambia, and Zimbabwe... 

 back for 24 hours for a Red Sox game and a trip

 to Portland, Oregon, 

she tops it off with her birthday.
perfectly planned pinnacle

She works hard

She plays hard.

She works hard to play hard.

Anywhoooo.

The night before Brianna was born Paul played the song

"Three Babies" by Sinead O’Connor

(my fav at the time)

just to get things moving.

And presto, we had our 3rd baby within 24 hours. 

Thank you Sinead...  

nothing compares 2 U.

Being Brianna’s mom has been a privilege, honor and 

downright fun ride on 

Breezy Street.

  From Kindergarten 

through college

…she has handled things by her Bri-some

except maybe her room in high school.

gotcha Bri

She can make an average mom look like MOM of the year.  

Take it from me.

I could lend her out should you need a moral boost…

slight charge is required.

They say "good things come in threes" 

and that

"the third time is a charm."

I would second (and third) 

that emotion when it comes to our 

Sweet Wish.

She's a triple threat ….

smart, sweet, and superfly

and she completes our dynamic trio.

PaulA, Chelsea, Colin and I

 won the Trifecta 

the day Brianna was born.

Happy Birthday Brianna

xoxox

PaulA and The BoomeRING

As all you golf fans out there know 
today is Masters Sunday
which reminds me of a story I call 
"PaulA and The BoomeRING."
(Fore warning:  Kinda long...I failed to master a shorter version.
all true...no bunker. ) 

*******
With a show of ring fingers...

how many have lost their wedding bands

once? 

twice?

3 times?

3 times....

would be my hubby, PaulA.

PaulA swears it is

a hazard of playing golf

(along with lightening, 

wayward balls and 

an occasional gator.)

Lost Ring #1...course in Miami

After a round,

(of golf that is)... 

PaulA realized his wedding ring 

(that he had shoved in his pant's pocket before playing) 

was MIA. 
(MIA in MIA...
missing in Miami)

He left his business card at the Pro shop 

but after not hearing anything for 3 weeks,

he gave the Pro Shop a call.  

They had his ring 

but had lost his contact info.  

His ring had been run through the lawn mower…

still intact with a few

scratches, scrapes, and scuffs.

Ring Found.

insert golf clap here.

Lost Ring #2 - Golf Club of Avon.  

Again PaulA shoved his ring 

in his pant's pocket before playing

(when will this guy learn?) 

and par for the course...

 his ring went MIA.  
(MIA at the GCA)

A week later the groundskeeper found it 

after he heard it clinking through the lawn mower...   

more scratches, scrapes and scuffs.

Ring Found.

insert golf clap here

Lost Ring #3 - course in Nashville

Instead of shoving his ring in his pocket 

PaulA left his ring in the cup holder of his car. 
(can't fool this guy 3 times)

After the round...

 his ring finger was so swollen from the heat that
he slid it onto his pinky.

A few hours later, 
he noticed it was once again

MIA. 

(MIA in BNA)

After retracing his steps...
through the house, 
the Home Depot, 
the trash, 
the laundry, 
and
3 bags of dead grass 
he had raked out of the lawn 
before spreading grass seed by hand...

he came up with

ZIP.

Would we ever see his ring again?
Is PaulA trying to tell me something?

You can't play with the Lost and Found Gods 

3 times 

and expect a win.

Anywhoooooooo.......

A part of me had hope and an idea....

rent a metal detector.

After all, PaulA's ring was no ordinary ring.

This was 

BoomeRING... 

surely it would find its way back.

So PaulA set to work nonchalantly walking around with a metal detector...

trying to look like this was perfectly normal behavior.

But after Day 1 of detecting nails 
and random things that go clink…

it was Nada.

However on Day 2 of the rental contract...

the BoomeRING spoke to PaulA 

Hey PaulA it's me over here….

and there it was

nestled on its side deep in the grass.

The BoomeRING found its way back….

onto the hands of PaulA.

Insert wild gallery cheers here.

Excuse me now while I
 take a chip shot and
Insert a PaulA penalty stroke.

PaulA was no match for the 
BoomeRING.

Happy Masters Sunday
GOLF FANS

Club 30 Welcomes Colin

We celebrate today because it is Valentine’s Day…

but today is a 
superlatively special day with

mucho more reason to celebrate.

Today is Colin’s 30th birthday

aka

affectionately known as 

Colintine’s Day.

Colintine’s Day is all about 

hearts, love, and rock and roll baby.

On this day Club 30 welcomes Colin

where it's time to face the music of a new decade.
no i.d. required.

Those who enter Club 30 

might feel the blues about leaving stage 20

and all that jazz...

...going all emo and head banging 

into despair.

But in Club 30 you ride a new wave and

 progressively embrace a new soul and new age. 

No matter how 

hardcore, indie, goth, and grungy 

you're feeling  

Club 30 is where it all goes down... 

and the bass lines still groove.  

After-hours at Club 30 are instrumental...

like 

kickin’ it back in the country 

while ya 
hip to the hop 

like punk that goes pop

 in a classical, heavy metal 

kind of way. 

In other words....

Club 30 is happening. 

Anywhooo…..

I find it hard to believe Colin is 30.

I’m still not sure how that happened soooo fast.  

I am so thankful and blessed for Colinboy.
I promised myself I wouldn't call him that

when he reached 30.

(times up Kat)

His 30 years of fun, love, and laughter

have brought me so. much. joy.
So that would make me Overjoyed…
deliriously euphoric.  

And if I could jump like I was deliriously euphoric…

it would look this…

I wish I could give Colin some mind blowing advice or wisdom about turning 30….

you know, about being older and being wiser…

but without mentioning Bud.  

I could first try by saying that 

the experiences from his 20s 

will carry him into this new decade 

with a deeper wisdom and a more realized sense of self.

But the best that I can really offer is ….

30 and the the next 10 years 
is a rockin’ decade.

Something tells me Colin will do it up 

in CTgrooves style.

It is only perfect that Colin was born on Valentine’s day…

he has had my heart since 4:59 am 2/14/88. 

And although I can’t jump…

my heart has jumped plumb

out of my chest.

Happy Birthday 

Colinboy

I know you're a man, but in my heart of hearts

you are forever my boy.

Happy XXX 

Cheers to many more years of
hearts, love and 
rock and roll. 

Happy Birthday Chelsea

Today is Chelsea's Birthday

the mother of all birthdays

aka

her first birthday as a mother.

Here's a fun fact I discovered about the Hyatt family of 3.

Although they have different astrological signs...
Chelsea, an Aquarius, 

Austin, a Gemini and 

Ansley, a Libra…
they are all born under the same Zodiac Element…

Air.

(Apparently zodiac signs are arranged under 4 elements…Fire, Earth, Air and Water.) 

That little nugget and $4.25 will get you a Venti Latte at Starbucks or 

$2.09 for a Large Coffee at Dunkin, should you prefer.

So it is written in the stars they are simpatico.   

(Chelsea can use that fun fact when Ansley becomes a teenager.)

anywhoooo……

On this mother of all Chelsea's birthdays, 

I can't help but think back to Chelsea's first birthday…

not just her First bday with the party hat 

and special flowers from her Dad…

but her Birthing Day and the days that followed...

when we brought Chelsea home to begin our life together.

 When your daughter becomes a mom 
all those memories and emotions come rushing back…
10 fold...  

memories of the early days and nights 

of us figuring out our new life together…

she getting used to me and me with her;  
Me thinking about the the long and windy road of life ahead
and

Me hoping I would be a good mom 

and her hoping that too.

Me looking into her angelic face and 
her smiling back and 
me thinking 

everything. at that moment. is just

perfect. 

with the world.

I LOVE being Ansley's meme (aka grandmother) 

but the icing on the birthday cake is
watching Chelsea be a mom.

I'm so thrilled

Chelsea gets to experience 
the same precious love and bond
with her baby girl

that I have with mine.

One day soon baby Ansley will be celebrating her momma on her birthday with a 
sweet birthday card made with crayons

and construction paper 
but
until then Ansley is giving her momma the sweetest
gift that she can give right now

and everything. at that moment.
is just 
perfect.
with the world.

Happy Birthday Chelsea
xoxox