Monday, May 2, 2016

Dinner Club

Our merry band of nut jobs got together again Saturday evening. I've been noticing how our start time has changed a bit over the last few years.  We were to show up at 6p and I'm sure that's because Hunters were praying we'd be gone by 9ish.  Haha, we fooled them; we stayed until 10!

Rosie Hunter is a vegetarian and has always been a good sport about eating around whichever type of meat the rest of us always serve when it's our turn. I might also add that she's never left meat out of her selections in past years either but this time she went veggie all the way!

The rest of us followed suit and no one missed beef/chicken/pork. We all left with full tummies after toasting the hosts numerous times and making lip smacking noises.

Melissa brought these yummy appetizers.

Joy made a wonderful salad.

Besides the entree (lasagna), which I didn't get a picture of, Rosie turned out a fantastic loaf of bread.

The table looked beautiful.

The geranium plates added a colorful splash of spring.

Mother Nature, as you can see, apparently didn't want us on the deck this year.  Notice the darling potting shed in the background?  There was some discussion about what kind of "pot" went on back there.

I had to snap a pic of this wonderful piece of art on the wall.

I never got a picture of Rosie.  I think she was out in the potting shed but there's Tom on the far left.  I'm so glad I captured him doing "all the work."

Melissa, Jim (in the middle) and the "other" Tom.

Joy (the tall one) and Becky (the short one.)


Becky made a wonderful strawberry shortcake and I was so swept away I never even thought of taking a picture.

Oh . . . were you wondering about my contribution?  I got off really, really easy - green beans!

I'm also very sorry I didn't get a shot of the hostess with the mostest because she pulled off the whole gig with a post surgical "boot" on. What a trouper.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Art in the Garden, 2016

For several years now our arts council has been putting on an "arty face" called Art in the Garden.

For me it's always been a reminder of how rich this area is with creativity.

Here's a good sampling of what was on display (and for sale) yesterday.


It took place at the Silo here in town and it was a windy day so, hence, a crappy shot of the sign.

My apologies to the artists.  I didn't take notes so most of these pics won't be labeled.  Remember, I'm the "lazy blogger." 


As I mentioned, it was windy day but a sunny one.  It was difficult to get decent shots of art behind glass.  GLARE!

Can you see yourself in this coolio chair sitting in the shade?

These garden posts were very cool and very tall.  I wanted to snap them in all their tallness but then I would have missed some details and I love me some details.

This would look great in someone's window.  It put me in mind of Frank Lloyd Wright.

I happen to know this artist well.  Alexa Birkam makes the most wonderful pottery. She'll be at my open house May 7th in case you missed her yesterday.

I can easily see this beautiful piece in a yard among the posies.

Swirly glass.


What's a garden without a bug?


Love these colors.








Another pal of mine - Alva Morgan.  Her photos are outstanding and she'll frame anything.  I mean anything.
At the end of the day I hope people went home with something pretty and the artists went home with a lighter load.

Sunday, April 3, 2016

Florida, 2016

We're back up here in the frozen north after a month in Florida.
We've been going down for the month of March for several years now and have enjoyed everything except the long, damn drive.

Now for the "flower" portion of this blog.






After four long months of "no color no where," these were a welcome sight.

Now to the food section:


Yes.  They really do serve them.  Our second trip back we saw this guy getting ready to chow down.  When I asked if I could take a picture of his meal, a very proud look came over his face.

This was what I ordered.  A delicate burger with some killer fries.

Miscellaneous pics:

Our friend Kathi helped us celebrate 9 years since my breast cancer diagnosis.

Getting our Florida on.  This is in front of the Chihuly museum.  We spent most evenings strolling downtown with the rich folk.

These guys fascinate me.

A one-shot definition of Florida.

Our last morning in St.Pete.

Welcome home?

A not-so-unusual April sight in south west Michigan.
 It's nice to be home, even with the snow and cooler temps.  

Saturday, February 20, 2016

It wasn't intentional

First off, let me just say I tried posting to my blog from my iphone knowing full well it would be a challenge.  I was determined but also open to failure and that happened pretty quickly.

I made it through a few opening sentences with only minimal swearing and then tried to add a picture.  Enough said.

So I'm back on the PC where my fingers can fly.  I also get WAY more creative with my verbiage.  See?  Verbiage.  When was the last time you used that one?

Anyway - back to the title of this EllenAlive blog installment.

I was walking Augie on this absolutely fabulous day and we paused for a poop.  As I pulled the poop bag from its dispenser (you know the one you're supposed to carry if you own a dog?) and lo and behold, it matched my sweatshirt!


Naturally it was not my intention to do the "match" thing but now I wonder if I might be onto something.  Something big!

T-shirts and sweatshirts to match your little fur baby's poop bags.  OMG!  I'm going to be stinking (pun intended) rich!!!

While reveling in my new found fame and fortune I was so happy that I had to stop in the middle of the street to snap this pic.


Get it?  Sewer - poop.

Do I know how to tie things up or what?

You're welcome.

Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Another birthday rolls by.

As significant birthdays go, this wasn't one of them.  By that I mean it didn't end in a 5 or a 0.  I wasn't getting my driver's license, having my first drink or putting my Medicare card to use.

67.  What can you say about 67?  Not much except I'm here to celebrate it which I'm very happy about.

The celebration started on Saturday (the real birthday was yesterday) at my mom's for lunch with Petey and both of my sisters.

Speaking of sisters - they apparently planned a cake but memory issues and timing took over and this is what they came up with.


I don't know which one of the ran to the candy store in a panic for these sweet treats but as Plan Bs go - it was a good one.

Last night for the "real" birthday Petey and I went to Kalamazoo to a restaurant that we'd only been to once before and were looking forward to a return engagement.


A Monday night and the place was jammed.  We had a short wait and then scored this big ass booth.

Latitude 42 is a brewery but this was our drink of choice.

Petey is a pizza addict so he tried theirs.  I heard a lot of "mmmms" coming from across the table.

I had the blackened shrimp tacos.  I thought when these puppies hit the table that I would only eat two and take the third home so I'd have room for dessert.  Yeah, that didn't happen.  I ate all three.  Oh, my.  So very, very good.

My dessert was this killer brownie with salted caramel ice cream and that's hot fudge and caramel drizzled round and round the whole concoction.  Yeehaw!

Petey dove into this hot apple crumb delight topped with ice cream and caramel drizzle.
We left with full bellies and smiles on our faces.