Filed under: jewelry show | Tags: buying, IJO, jewelry, return, sun, Tampa Bay., trip
This our third day here in Tampa, FL and all is good. The weather is a beautiful 80• and we are sitting by the bay relaxing. We just spent 6 hours on our feet in the buying room loading up on “goodies” for the store. Ginny and I are missing the kids more than they are missing us. We call them and they don’t have alot to say. They are to busy having fun without us. Bowling, going to the park, rollerskating and staying up late. They will be spoiled by the time we get home Wednesday. It will take weeks to get them back on schedule and bring them down from their 6 day “sugar rush”. We have the best babysitters. Two of them are taking turns looking after the kids. Can’t wait to get back home and sleep in my own bed. I’m too old for this.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bbq, birthday, car, family, fun, kids, nuts, party, pool, trip
My wife, Ginny, came from a large family. There were 7 siblings in all, 5 girls and 2 boys. Now there are 14 grandchildren, 1 great grandchild, and some spouses, 33 in all. I had one brother, big difference. So needless to say there are several birthdays each month. We are on our way to a pool party for a couple of nephews now. I always feel lost at these nutty things, I usually find a nice spot to hide in and wait it out. My kids love playing with all their cousins, so that makes it kind of fun for me. Ginny and I chose long ago not to keep up with her parents birth rate. We figured out early on where babies come from.
Filed under: jewelry show | Tags: business, current, fall, hobo, jewelery, jewelry, joy, laugh, shopping, store, style, trends, trip, vendors, wife
My wife is in the right business, jewelry. She loves to buy jewelry, wear jewelry, sell jewelry and anything else you can think of related to jewelry. This time, for our Fall buying trip, we had a plan and a set budget weeks before we left home and it was set in stone. Mushy, soft stone. The kind that crumbles in your hand. With badge in hand we entered into the holy of hollies, the buying room. There were no less than 600 vendors set up with all the latest styles and jewels. I turned to say something to my wife and she was gone. All that was left was a vapor, like the “road runner” used to leave in those old cartoons. When I finally found her the damage had already been done. She had a smile on her face and enough invoices in her hand to keep a small family warm through the winter if burned. No problem!! If we can’t pay our bills we’ll be the best looking hobo’s in town.
