Posts Tagged ‘Vacation’

My Non-Labor Day

Tuesday, September 7th, 2010

Unless you’re totally addicted to work, you seize time off when you can get it. You pack your Harley/Jeep/Backpack/Buick and get the hell out of that office. I didn’t just seize my three day weekend, I grabbed it by the throat. It took me half of today to find my typing fingers, but it was worth the Saturday nap, icy beers poolside, and people watching in the Ozarks of Southern Missouri. I’m confident that this lake resort area (and the lake is beautiful) can boast the highest Mullet-Per-Capita rating in the United States, as well as its fair share of of the unwashed/overweight/Croc-wearing/Mountain Dew swilling/Natty Light drinking/candles/t-shirts/fudge shops/Christian book sellers/rusty-old-crap stores/straw hats and cheeseburger specials. I love to chat the local people up, watch them, and see where it all goes.

It was no St. Maarten, but it was AWAY, cheap and much needed. It’s not always where you go, but the fun you have, right? And when we go on the bike, it’s ALWAYS good.

These are my people and this guy’s a helluva shot!

I’m Baaaack

Monday, July 19th, 2010

Another Awesome Harley Vacation is over and committed to memory with 92 photos that document our childish, giddy, and “fuck-it-all” attitudes.  Of course, we’re more grown up now that we’ve come back to our stupid jobs.

Harleys are still the definite bike of choice followed by plenty of way-too-quiet Gold Wings, but one thing we did not see was this. A 1930 Henderson. Company started in 1911 and closed in 1931, but check this out! (Via thecoolhunter.net)

Sleek, curvy, and awesome. I could totally rock with this. Read more about it here.

Stop thinking…Now.

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

It’s that time of year…we’re shining up the Harley and rolling up the clothes and we’re headed north. As always, the last 4 hours of the last day before a major trip were chaotic to the point of comical.  It’s like they all know I’m trying to get the hell outta here.  Piling on, people…you know how I feel about that.

Even though I have plenty of things to think about, the best creative time you can have is when you don’t think about it all.  I can’t wait…I need it.

Outta the nest and on the road!

When business is good…

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

We have been busy. Very busy. Pitching new businesses who call us. Handling what we’ve got. So busy I haven’t had a chance to write a thing besides paying work.

“Busy” also comes with the price of the learning curve. We were on a three day shoot for a bio-tech firm from the West coast and equipment problems saved themselves for our last 2 hours. (Only with the exciting, big clients will shit like this happen.) Camera guy figured it out and saved the day. Phrases like “Data Retrieval” and “5 to 7 working days” make my blood pressure spike. Then….hard drive crashing on graphics system=quit screwing around and write the check….get that new iMAC in here NOW.

Why all this happens when business is good must mean the Ad God is looking out for us … testing our patience while cash flow is there to support it. This is how it goes in the small town agency.  We figure it out as we go along and make it right. At least we’re in control of or own destiny … we’re a team in the purest sense of the word.

I’m rolling clothes for the Harley trip that starts tomorrow. Everything will be fine when I get back.   In the meantime, I think I’ll order one of these.  I like it.

Via

Sturgis Here I Come

Thursday, August 6th, 2009

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Seems like every biker has been there, but me. So adchick is now officially headed west to catch the tail end of the madness in South Dakota. Beyond the decadence of all that is this most famous of motorcycle rallys, there will be mountain driving, Mt. Rushmore, beer, the Badlands, beer, Deadwood, Devils Tower, beer, and no clients, keyboards or crap. Final vacation of the year, people. And vacation is important (especially when you’re self-employed!) Back in 10 days!

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I remember when I posed for this shot…I was blond then.  :)

No Southern Chicken

Tuesday, June 23rd, 2009

I leave town for a weeks vacation and all kinds of crap happens. Letterman makes Palin mad, Iran takes another step closer to hell, and God knows all the Twittering I missed.  It was another great Harley trip, 2500 miles in 6 1/2 days, a little extreme, but fun nonetheless. Dodged all the rain, too. Did a lot of thinking and a lot of not thinking.  And no, my ass is NOT sore.  His, however, is.  HA!

I thought maybe the South might be a good place to relocate, but I don’t think I can live down there.  There were two churches on every block, and the drawl made my skin crawl. They said stuff like:

If you wanna nuther bees-kit, you just let me know.

I don’t know what tyme zone we’re in. Carl, do you know what tyme zone this is?

You’re in a dry county, darlin’.

All our liquor stores close up at 7.    

Yikes. I’m sure they’re all lovely people, but I think I better head west.

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It’s a whole different world down there.

I'm goin' to Carolina….

Friday, June 12th, 2009

…no really, I am! It’s time to get the hell outta here, apply my fake tattoos, slip into a doo-rag and two wheel my way to North Carolina. Raleigh-Durham, anyone? Once I sell the agency (to some lucky guy or gal out there-are you the one?), perhaps I’ll find my second career there, learn to say “y’all” and wipe BBQ sauce from my chin.

Nah.   See you next week!

images “Say nice things about me…I’m gone.” 

(That’s the very last line from the James Taylor Song-Love it!)