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  • The Cruise: Final Installment

    I suppose I’ve dragged this out long enough. This declaration has nothing to do with me running out of story ideas. Nosirree. Well, maybe… So, let me start where we started – the part where I decided I wasn’t a cruise girl, and the why behind it, picking up after some Galveston gal named Ginger…

  • A Year Ago: A Cruise Story

    On March 4th, 2017, sometime after noon, I completely ruptured my anterior cruciate ligament (ACL), and my medial collateral ligament (MCL) after slipping in some mud on the Warrior Dash. For my efforts, I was rewarded with an annoying physical therapist who called me “Miss Beth” constantly, a metal cane, and a disabled parking permit.…

  • Spa Day: A Fancy Cruise Story

    I’m not really a fancy lady. I’d never gone to a proper spa nor had I ever had a professional massage until this cruise.  You see, spas and professional massages seemed like things fancy ladies did with their fancy disposable income. Whereas my disposable income tends to go towards things that appeal to say goofy…

  • Finally, the Cruise (Part 1)

    When I walked off the ship, and headed towards the car, my first thought about my first cruise was, “never again.” In fact, for a good week afterwards, I told people, “yeah, I had a nice time, but cruising isn’t my thing.”  Now before my friends and family (aka travel companions) start a flurry of…