Key West is for Straight CouplesToo

All the making out on this trip was made possible by the following sponsors (aka babysitters of Gibson):
Grandma and Grandpa Jones
Grandma and Grandpa Durney
Aunts Celine, Danna, Kendee
and Grandma Kempton

The Reach Resort Pier

First Stop Hard Rock Cafe Atlanta w/Rod & Jazz

It's tradition for us to get a shake and take home the pilsner glass

Fortunately Key West could accomodate our tradition as well

Perfect Pedi, Pier, and Playa

What a change of pace... "how many life sized games of chess can we play this afternoon?"

Our favorite private beach to crash, complete with popsicles and frozen towels

(not pictured) Barracudas, Eagle Ray, Turtle, Lobster, Parrot Fish, Tuna and Stingless Jelly Fish
to name a few of the finds on our snorkel trip

Annie and Kara secretly fighting their nausea on the way back from the Reef.

We reached the soft under-belly of the South!

Jazz & Rod-Big thank u for putting us up & for bringing me my favorite snack before we headed back to Phoenix ;-)
Jason & Annie- We got super close this trip...
From the hellish backseat driving, swine flu symptoms, Crabby Dicks, Scattergories & Settler's, crappy pull-out sofa, key lime pie(s), ghetto movie theatre with the broken record previews, 50% off breakfast, lunch & dinner, that odd couple where the guy had a big gut and his girlfriend with the shiny new boobs, the intoxicated man whom I kept yelling at to stop smoking around you Annie, and Jason's 25 cent hot dog adventure and Annie holding us hostage that one morning when her first trimester craving was not being met j/k...we look forward to the next Johns/Jones vacay complete with kids and massages again, of course.

"I'm what you would call, Indoors-y"

Camping is for the Jones boys.
I'm gonna let the world know what I, Kara Jones, eldest of 5 girls, think of camping; -through the mouth of Jim Gaffigan.
Well said, Standing Ovation, Encore, thank you Jim for helping Quinton to understand where I'm coming from.
If I'm forced to go camping, I'll hike for exercise, I'll sleep (the +/- ions are always good) and I'll eat. But NOTHING ELSE.
This trip I didn't pack my suitcase, i didn't drive, I didn't help set up the tent, I didn't help build a fire, I didn't help cook, I didn't help clean up, I didn't help pack the car back up, and I certainly didn't unload the car. But I did do the dirty laundry cuz that camping smell has no place in my home.



Gibson loves camping, slept so well & all night! He was mesmerized by the campfire. He loved having Moby to explore the creek with.

So those of you that r looking to do a weekend get-away of the "camping nature" with the Jones' feel free to UN-invite me, no hard feelings, I understand. I'll go to the spa and sleep in my cozy bed, take a hot shower/ use a flushing toilet. You can burn your vacay days sleeping on the ground, getting dirty, then trying to find somewhere to wash your hands- knock yourselves out.

P.S. Q is in the market for an interim camping wife. All potential candidates may post your comments here detailing your qualifications.

If You're a Snowbird from Beautiful British Columbia, What Are U Doing in Arizona?

Okay, enough of the heat, enough of the harassment about being a lame blogger, it's time to showcase our trip to Whistler.

This is the view from our room.

Prior to hitting the slopes I do my yoga & get some gear @ Lululemon.

Namaste Astird...

I mean, Astrid.

If you're a loyal "Office" fan, you saw this coming a million miles away...
(if you have no clue what I'm talking about, make sure to leave a comment in regards to the pic and I'll be sure to Not invite you to our Office Trivia soiree)

Quinton cooked up some bacon (bleh) and I took the liberty of wrapping up the leftover slices and feeding them to dogs around the village. Moby wasn't around & I waste not.

This was the gondola that went up Whistler mountain, 4 days later, one of the lifts off the neighboring Blackcomb gondola would come crashing down. No fatalities thank heaven.

Quinton is lightning fast. He was willing and oh so sweet to go 100 yds, wait for me to catch up, then disappear back into the fog. I did get braver with the practice.

Crisp. Clean. Clear. Cold Canadian Rockies.

Loved the hot tubs here at the lodge...no pics, sorry.

Some say stupid, I say dedicated, Quinton boarded his butt off with cracked ribs and a fractured shoulder blade. Next time he wants to do the helicopter drop (only after he gets a life insurance policy)

We missed the grand opening of this ride by 6 hours. Guess we gotta go back.

Gibson hung out with Grandmapa Durney and his aunties, plus Meghan my cousin while we were gone for the week, here we are looking a little anxious to see our little dude.
We're excited to get his EXPENSIVE feet in snowboard boots asap. (hope he's half as good as Ketsy's boy, Rune)

As much as I loved this matching mom&stroller ensemble, I'd look ridiculous sporting it even on the coldest day in AZ

This is me, tired & ready to get back to Gibson.
Me and Q fought out a few paper rock scissor rounds to see who got to hold and cuddle with him first.

I cheated.

Just FYI if you go to Whistler:

1. Get ready to hear remakes of every american pop song.
2. Solarice Spa, request Emily if you get a facial- she's fantastic!
3. It does a body good to get a massage after 3 days of boarding, mine was luxurious!
   
4. There are mostly Aussies on the mountain, Aussies everywhere!
5. Try to hit up the Costco in Vancouver, you'll save $ on food, like i wish we had.
6. Canadians really don't like their health care system... I'm gonna hold myself back and make no further comment
7. You can sell your lift ticket to locals who can't afford the season pass and just want to hit the slopes for an hour or two... $20-$30 bucks...reinvested back to Solarice Spa...
8. Alkali lake is not very far from the resort. That's for you X-Men fans out there.
   
9. You do not need a car at all if you are staying in Whistler Village, everything is walking distance.
10. Incase you don't already know, don't even think about Whistler for winter 09' the Olympics will be there.
11. Funny story/ golden info: Q and I were having a 2nd honeymoon kind of a time when all of a sudden the fire alarm for the lodge went off. We scrambled for our warm clothes, passports, laptop, money, snacks, phones, phone chargers, boots... can you picture it? It was such a joke, probably took us 10 min to get the heck out of our room. (Dwight would've been gravely disappointed) So word to the wise, have your necessary things that will get you back to America, altogether in one place. Thank goodness there was no actual fire, but boy did we look ridiculous being the last people in the lobby with all the crap we had. As if my cell phone, let alone the charger, was worth my life.... sheesh.