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Bad buoys, bad buoys, whatcha gonna do?






There are a lot of luxuries that one can enjoy in their lifetime.

 Getting pampered for the day at a swanky spa, being treated to dinner at a very expensive restaurant, or spending a couple of weeks at an extravagant all-inclusive resort down south. 

 But even though all of these luxuries are upscale and blissful......there's nothing quite like spending a day on a yacht.
My good friend and her husband are the proud owners of one such luxurious water craft.  And luckily for me, I keep getting invited to join them on their lake escapades.  Their "lake-capades".   Clearly they love my cheesy sayings and jokes and that's why they keep inviting me.  Sayings like "lake-capades".  I mean, you really can't blame them.

 Anyways.....

 This past weekend, my friend, her husband, my sister Mishi and I went cruisin' on a water adventure.  

We ended up at a popular gathering for boat enthusiasts.

 I have learned through my many visits to my friend's boat, that boat owners are all very similar.  Watching the "captains" of these vessels is very interesting, and has sparked many ideas for me about writing a blog just on them.  It has also made my friend's husband feel very uncomfortable as I watch him closely and document his every move while on the boat.  

Log.  Day 1.   10:30am - Captain has just picked up binoculars to spy on a bigger yacht that just pulled into the Bay.  He is now cursing aloud.  I believe this is boat behavior for "jealousy".  Please await confirmation.

But although I have gathered a ton of data on this topic, to my friend's husband's dismay,..........I do not write of that today.
Today, I write of a different topic.
Today I write about.....BAD BOYS.

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 We had anchored around 10:00am.  The day was young and I was feeling relaxed and ready to soak in the sun.

We had attached our friend's boat to 2 others, and soon we were friends with our new boat neighbors.  

By 12pm, we were in our bikinis and dancing at the back of the boat.

 At one point, one of our new boat friends asked if he could take a picture of us? He proceeded to tell us that he needed a picture of the "girls" in order to lure one of their guy friends who was too lazy to make his way to their boat.

We happily obliged.

We had no idea what the photo looked like, but clearly it was good, because this guy quickly made his appearance ;)

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A few days later, I got a message from one of my guy friends saying that he had seen the picture.  Apparently, some friends from the boat were friends of mine.

He soon starting asking about my dating situation and that of my girlfriend and sister.

There was only one catch.  

This boy already had a girlfriend.

My good friend was with me when I received the message, and grabbed my cell out of my hand.


This girlfriend is one of my dearest friends and one of the sweetest girls you will ever meet.

 She's also a firecracker :)

 She texted back:  How's your girlfriend??


Suddenly the messages stopped.  

I think he got the hint.  We weren't interested in this kind of behavior.

But sadly, this happens all the time.
So it is up to us girls to stand up for eachother and help eachother in times like this.  Because sometimes the girl just doesn't know.....
And hopefully this guy's girlfriend will figure out soon enough that he's a bad boy.  And she deserves better than that.


I know not everyone is religious, but there is something to be said for following the 10 commandments.
But I guess if they don't want to follow the 10 commandments, there's another commandment that will eventually bite them in the ass........

the Golden Rule :)


Amen and Hallelujah!  





















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