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Published: January 30th 2020
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Trying to decide a focal point for this blog. The announcements I have to share are so far apart. One is magnificent, the other: devastating. Good vs bad. Day vs Night. White vs Black. Good Fortune vs Bad Loss. I’m going to start with the good because if I do the bad, I’ll be so distraught I wouldn’t be able to continue.....it’s very, very bad. Gather together and hold hands for comfort when I reach that point.
Okey-Dokey. Here we go. From past experiences, you all know that Cory has always been lucky in the casinos. He loves playing the crap table. We call him Mr. Lucky! Well, now we call him Mr. Big Time Lucky! The other day he wandered off, finding himself in the casino playing the slots. None of us witnessed this unbelievable occurrence. With his magical touch, he spun his slot machine reels and hit the jackpot!! Yup...Yes-Sir-Ree-Bob! The Big one! He won $20,000.00 dollars! Gasp! Yippee! Way to go, Bucky. Hallelujah! Hip-Hip-Hooray! He was so excited to tell me of this phenomenon....beaming and breathless. I was so shocked and thrilled but all the while trying to deal with a devastating crisis. My mind was in
turmoil. I wanted to scream from the Captain’s post with glee and excitement. The other part of me was wallowing in sorrow in the bowels of this floating ocean liner. Let’s stick with the good stuff right now though. Cory had to fill out several forms - one to confirm he wasn’t money laundering this cash. They are going to take his photo with a big check on Friday to use for advertising and promotions. He’ll be famous! Coooool. First, he was going to leave all the money in the casino bank. I suggested he get the cash and keep it in our safe. Instead, he has used duck tape and has strapped the cash all around his body. Wait until they strip search him when we disembark this “Very Giving” ship. What do you think they will say? I’d like to hear what Cory says.
Remember the scumbag woman in the theater? The one who took our pictures. Guest services called and extended their apology for the incident. They also sent chocolate covered strawberries as an act of good will. Love Princess Cruise lines!
We will take you on our excursion of Cartagena after I overwhelm you
the saddest news ever. Steady yourselves....lie down so you don’t hurt yourself when you faint after hearing this heartbreaking news. I am struggling just to spit it out. Tears are gushing from my eyes. My face looks like a mini Niagara Falls. I’m swollen all over from all the sobbing and blubbering I have done. Of course, that could also be caused by the overeating I have managed to do. I’m definitely cargo material now. I know, I know....I am trying to delay this shattering news. Let’s take a moment of silence.....to allow me to pull myself together and for you to stop shaking in anticipation. Okay....here it goes! Gulp! Let me catch my breath and wipe my flooded eyes. Snot is pouring our of my nose like two broken drain pipes. Gulp! This is it!! I’m doing it! NOW!.....whew! Steady as she goes....I can do it. I can. I will. I am: Little Lulu is missing!!! Yep...she’s gone. No where to be found! Man Overboard? Is she sleeping with the fishes? Oh, God....we don’t know. I’ve been in shock. Running to the deck rails to suck in oxygen. Too stressed to stand so have been crawling around the ship
on my hands and knees. That’s not a pretty picture. Folks think I have been raised by wolves. Hooowl! Occasionally, I have just dropped flat to the floor and pushed on my chest...performing self-CPR to keep myself alive. Cory & I have stayed at the Guest Service desk 24/7.....hoping and praying Precious Lulu will be found and turned in. Nothing yet....no Lulu. Bwaaaa! Our friends are sharing in our severe grief. They are comforting and supportive. If worse come to worse....please note I said IF....we have still hope...but just in case, our friend, Joe, is a funeral director and has agreed to help us with arrangements. It would have to be a burial at sea. We will ask one of the professional entertainment singers to belt out “My Heart Will Go On”....Celine is not available. We know all the thousand passengers on board will want to attend. Following Joe’s service, we shall invite all of them for dinner at the buffet. I know you want to be there, too. Of course, you do. Just take a moment of silence and picture Little Lulu as she was: happy go lucky, bubbly, beautiful, brash at times, classy, slutty sometimes, sophisticated, charming, a
real eye catcher......no need to say more...you knew her for what she was. Hey...I don’t mean was....we have hope.....we pray she is being well cared for and fed adequately. Oh, we missed her so. Please, Please bring Lulu back to us is our public plea. She is missing out on so much. I’ve taken so many pictures without her sweet little face in it. The photos look blank to me now. Please add her to your prayer chain. It may bring her back to our family. I have only fear, dread, and apprehension when thinking about telling Lovely Lulu about her friend. Noooooo. How did this happen? Come back to Mama, Lulu.....we need you. Everyone needs you. Our blogs will hold no worth without our shining star in it! Stay strong as we try, too. Think positive! She is somewhere on this giant vessel....we just have to find where. Has she gone down to steerage and is dancing with the crew? Who knows! Sob, slobber, sniff, wail. We are heartbroken. No more to say......I now cry myself to sleep in our super, comfy bed.
The show must go on. Our next excursion was to Cartagena, Columbia. Because we had
taken a tour here before, Sam, Sandy and us (without HER..hard for me to say her name....too raw)left the ship and walked to the small, tourist area. It was a pleasant surprise. It had a big, clean and bright shopping area under one roof. I bought a flowered, wide head band with a bow. Trying to decide if I look like Rosie the Riveter or Aunt Jemima wearing it. I wore it to dinner that evening. I think the consensus was: “If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all”. LOL. C’est la vie. Anyway, back to this tourist area. It had a partially open zoo. Some animals roamed free...and came right up to you. Peacocks galore. Monkeys seeking food. It was a fun place to be. By the time this event was over....my knees were shot. I grabbed a bus shuttle back to the ship while the rest hoofed it. Well, Sam scootered his way back.
We are taking it one day at a time. We are thrilled with Cory’s winnings. Happy my driver’s license showed up. Now, if only Lulu returns. I shutter as I pessimistically wonder where she is and what she is doing.
Is she cold, hungry, scared? Has she picked up a sugar-daddy and left us for a rich and promiscuous life? No questions asked.....just come back, Lulu.
I know how upset you are now. Your strength will keep us strong so carry on with your daily life. LULU STRONG!
Come back soon for any breaking news. The Panama Canal is our next expedition. You won’t want to miss that. We miss, Lulu. This is a biggy blog. 32 photos to find and view. Scroll way, way down and look for the “next” page!
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DeAnne
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Congrats to Mr Lucky!!! Don't spend it all in one place!!!! Hope Miss Lucy is found soon!!!