Gasparilla and The Great Bead Booty

Argggh!
There be a pirate invasion once again in Tampa.

Aye, wearing snarls and yielding swords, me krewe set sail upon the Black Pearl in search of treasure known as The Great Bead Booty.

The Great Bead Booty be the gem of all the scurvy pirates at the Gasparilla Children’s Parade.  The secret, me hearties, is to keep ye good eye on all that is casted from the krewes that sail along Bayshore as ye never know what treasures lie in front of ye.

Be it beads or candy, scurvy pirates need to be ready. Aye, that be the story of how Captain Madre got hit in the head with a Tootsie Roll  some pirates lose an eye and are forever cursed to wear a patch.

Even me youngest scallywag found treasure…

 

…and tried to steal some more.

Legend tells, some pirates hunt for treasures of giant burritos.

But one scallywag set her sights on cotton candy only to have her plan foiled when Mean Captain Madre grunted, “No” and threatened a long walk off a short plank if she didn’t become a jolly pirate.

Then, a loud thunderous boom shook the land as Jose Gaspar’s ship invaded and began firing cannons.  But we did not withdraw, me hearties!  Aye, the Great Bead Booty was still ours for the taking!

After hours upon the bay, our voyage had ended and the time had come to find a new destination to feed me hungry krewe. Aye and motley krewe we be.

Until next year, Gaspar!  ARRRRRRGGH!

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Bring on the Beads!

Last Saturday, our scurvy crew loaded into The Black Pearl for a voyage to beautiful Bayshore Blvd, Tampa for the Gasparilla Children’s Parade.  For Grandma Elizabeth, Papa Rusch, Uncle Erich and Cousin Meghan, this would be their maiden voyage as they had never experienced a Gasparilla Parade before.

 

 

The parade forecast was freezing by Florida standards, therefore, warm winter coats covered all our pirate apparel, but Meghan’s hook and dress were still visible.

 

 

 

Our new pirate recruits quickly caught on that the Gasparilla Parade is all about the beads.

 

 

 

Grandpa Rusch and Allana tucked in close to the railing, however, Emmalynn and Meghan had an unfair advantage sitting on their Daddy’s shoulders.  Even Grandma and Liam tried their hand at catching a few beads.

 

 

 

Although the girls decided they’d collected enough treasure, the Dads and Grandpa decided they need just a few more beads.

 

 

At the end, the girls proudly posed with their new found treasures.

 

 

 

 

Even Liam licked liked his booty.

 

 

Argggg!

 

 

Blogger, Can You Spare a Dime?

With my recent Disney accomplishment, I felt confident to take on the Michelob Ultra Challenge at this year’s Gasparilla Distance Classic.  After running a half marathon and a marathon the next day, I feel prepared enough to take on a mere 5 K, 15 K and a marathon the next day.  After all, it’s hardly a Goofy Challenge

 

Upon registering for the event, I suffered from a bit of sticker shock.

 

Michelob Ultra Challenge Entry Fees (15K, 5K & Marathon):  $160 

 

Are you serious?  It would appear that Jose Gaspar and his scurvy pirates be searching for treasure with those prices!  Arrrr!

 

Crushed by the mere cost of this event while still recovering financially from a very expensive Disney retreat for last weekend’s events, I chose not register for the event.  :-(

 

But then, I cleverly crafted a scheme to help off-set some of the cost for this overpriced race. 

 

 

 Listen, I am a SAHM mom with no income.  I am not above a little panhandling to help offset the cost of this extortionate race.  In the immortal words of TLC, “I ain’t too proud to beg.”

 

So, if find it in your heart to drop a few PayPal payments in my rundmt@tampabay.rr.com tin can (a.k.a my PayPal account), I would be eternally grateful.  To show my gratitude and appreciation for your contribution, I promise to run a better chip time than Disney.

 

Please spread the word around the blogosphere about my panhandling .  Take my tin can bloggie button and pass it along to your blogger friends.  Remember to link back here.  Thanks so much! :-)

 

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Arrrrr! It be the Black Pearl!

For the past 4 years, I have driven the typical happy family mobile, a Honda Odyssey.  I know some people can’t stomach the idea of sporting a mini-van, but when you have children it really is a practical choice. 

Our lease was ending of on our mini-van and we were faced with the decision of either purchasing the vehicle or extending the lease.  Despite what all the financial wizards advise against leasing cars, we have found it to be a rational decision for us as we like to drive new cars every few years.  If you resolve to the idea of always having a car payment and can budget the expense, then a lease makes sense. 

Although our lease was ending next month, Allan wanted to act quickly to take advantage of all the close-out deals.  After all, Honda’s Mr. Opportunity is knocking.

 

So, we loaded up the girls and visited the local Honda dealership.  To my dismay, in recent years, Honda changed the palette of colors available for the Odyssey.  The lovely “Red Rock Pearl” is no longer available, but has been replaced with a hideous “Dark Cherry Red”.  For Honda to call this color “red” is simply false advertising.  The tint appears more brown or purple depending on the light or lack of light.  

Years ago, my SIL drove a purple Windstar, which was often referred to as the “Barney Mobile”.  I simply could not face driving a raisin mini-van for fear that I would be the labeled “The New and Improved Barney Mobile”.  Although we may be jamming to Barney beats while driving, I would rather onlookers not make the connection when we cruise down the road.  No person looks cool in a mini-van, but driving a purple family mobile would cause me to definitely lose any remaining street cred. 

I couldn’t pick silver because my other SIL drives a silver Odyssey.  We would look like bookends at the next family function.  

As I stared at the rainbow of magical mini-van colors, I thought perhaps I could drive a burgundy color vehicle.  Perhaps, it was all in my head.  Then, the sales man inquired as to why I didn’t like the color, I simply stated that it was too purple.  He replied, “Well, it is a Barney color, isn’t?”  With that, the coffin closed on that color choice.

Often confused by too many choices, I once again became crippled by the pressure of making a decision on the spot.  I could not commit to the idea of driving a mini-van for the next 4 years of a color I didn’t love, regardless how spectacular the deal may be.  Even our salesman concurred that color is a reflection of your personality. 

With that, we left the dealership without a new car.  Allan advised me to look for other mini-vans on the road to determine what color I could live with.  As I drove to mall for some retail therapy, I followed Allan’s advice and observed other Odysseys on the way.  I even drove to another dealership later that day to see other available color choices.

That’s where I found Jesus.  Jesus (pronounced HEY-soos) literally took my hand and helped me come to a decision.  Like depicted in Footprints in the Sand, Jesus walked with me.  He showed me the path to the many mini-vans and told me he would be there for me.  So, while my children watched a video in the car, I perused the car lot to select a car.

 In a sea of confusion, the answer came to me like a lighthouse beacon.  I would choose black.  I returned to the car and flipped through the brochure to view the options and color palette once more.  I chuckled and realized that I had made the right choice.  I immediately called Allan to tell him. 

“I know what color I can live with,” I told him with a giggle. 

“Really?” He replied.  I could tell he was surprised that I made a decision before sunset.

 ”Ay.  I be the Black Pearl I want.  Arrrrr!”  I uttered in my best pirate voice.

 ”So, it be the Black Pearl for you, Lassie?” 

“Ay,” I continued in my guttural pirate voice.  “So, when I go out with me wenches, I can say “Hop aboard the Black Pearl.  We are headin’ for a voyage!”

Arr!  It be us pirates with the Black Pearl and me booty.

Arr! It be us pirates with the Black Pearl and me booty.