<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tashadoestulsa/3354758252/" title="Boston Avenue, Looking South by Tasha Does Tulsa, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3354758252_332e55c250.jpg" alt="Boston Avenue, Looking South" height="375" width="500" /></a><br /></div><br />When I first heard the word "staycation," a portmanteau of "stay" and "vacation" that describes a vacation light on traveling and the pocketbook, here's what came to mind:<br /><br />Grandma lounging in the kiddie pool in the front yard, donning one of those plastic bathing caps with the plastic daisy. Junior sitting cross-legged on the porch, drenched in sweat and trying desperately to keep up with a melting ice cream cone. Mom and Dad washing the car and cleaning out the garage because -- as we all know - vacation time spent at home inevitably turns into days of chores we never got around to during spring cleaning.<br /><br />Bor-ing, right? That is, unless you enjoy helping Granny with her sunscreen in those hard-to-reach places.<br /><br />Read the rest of this story <a href="http://www.urbantulsa.com/gyrobase/Content?oid=oid%3A27979">in Consumer Watchdog in this week's edition of Urban Tulsa Weekly</a>.