Monday, March 5, 2012

my bags are packed.......

I'm ready to go!


As is the camera.

Never mind the binoculars.
Contact lenses or sunglasses should do.
Passport.
Netbook.
And Twizzlers, of course!
 
I'm on my way to the Gulf Coast.
I'll send you a postcard off and on.

19 comments:

  1. Happy Trails and looking forward to the postcards now and then!

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  2. Looking forward to those postcards - but I'll miss you when I'm in Chilliwack next week!

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  3. Enjoy Enjoy Enjoy!!!!
    Soak up lots of sunshine.

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  4. What a pretty vignette! Enjoy your travels...

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  5. Have a great time! Be blessed!

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  6. That's so cute, and nostalgic :) Have fun!

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  7. Don't you just love the sound of "ROAD TRIP!" Have fun.

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  8. God before you, above you, behind you and all around you! Have fun! Looking forward to the postcards...

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  9. Have a grand trip! You will be in MY neck of the woods!

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  10. Take a picture of the bluebonnets and tornadoes for me!

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  11. Safe travels and great photos!

    Hugs!

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  12. Enjoy your journey and we will look forward to your return as I carefully take care of your orchids.

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  13. Have a wonderful time! I hope the weather is nice for your entire trip!

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  14. Have a great time, enjoy the sunshine and the warm ocean breezes for me! Looking forward to your posts.

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  15. Bon voyage, Judy. Have a wonderful time.

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  16. Looks like a bit of nostalgia over there on your front porch....very fun photo. Have a great holiday! Will be looking for that postcard!

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  17. I always look forward to your postcards. Wishing you a rewarding and inspiring trip.

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  18. I was wondering this evening, whether it was red or black Twizzlers that went with you on the trip?

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