Thursday, April 17, 2014

I found my pics!

You've all seen these but I want to get them back on the blog for posterity.  Bear with me.

Trip's diner



Focus on the cheese grits


SoCal style; healthy but yummy




View from one of our favorite restaurants:  Dewey Destin


Stingray


LaFamiglia on the Harborwalk






View of HarborWalk

Dinner @ Harry T's





View of Harborwalk from beach opposite Harry T's




Whew, I feel better now.  Do you?

30 word Thursday (again)

Decisions, decision, decisions.
Daily to life changing.
Should I have that second cookie?
Go for the tunic/tights look?
Sell my house and move to Bali?
I told ya, tough ones.

Ellen screwed up AGAIN

I am clueless as to how this happened but I have deleted everything in my blog after 12/22/13.
I was in Google Drive and saw entries connected to my blog.  I thought, "what the heck are these doing in here?"
So, I deleted them.
Damn it!
Now what?
I have to walk outside right now and take some deep, cleansing breaths before I try to remedy this.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Hanging with the Irish

Last evening was delightful.  We spent it chatting and eating (my favorite thing to do) at the McElwee home here in town.  Before I go any further, I have a confession to make.  I didn't get a picture of the hosts.  Dang it.  

Jeff and Diane are Irish and they know it.  Friends and family have been guided around Ireland by these two and praise the experience.

This is what we saw and ate last night.







Don't those McElwees do a bang-up job decorating for the holidays?

And now? . . . the food.  There was more on the back porch but guess what?  That's right - no pics.  I was focused and not to be dissuaded.




These were called "car bombs."  I think it had something to do with all the alcohol that went into the mixing bowl.

I thought these guys were cute and didn't know they actually sang until someone told me.  Catchy, eh?


I had no idea there'd be pyrotechnics at this shindig but thankfully I grabbed my camera in time to catch them.
 The weather outside was frightful (go ahead, sing along) but inside it was delightful.

Thank you, Jeff and Diane.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Our Christmas letter, 2013

Happy holidays to one and all.  This was the best way I could think of to wish you all a Merry Christmas and include photos so here ya go.

We had a good year and are looking forward to 2014.

Peter forced himself to hit the links 3 times a week last season.  He also stayed on top of his walking and his duties as "lawn boy" at hospice.

Here he is participating in a half marathon.  What a guy!
I'm still working as a freelance Sign Language interpreter, enjoying Jazzercise and bead making.


I've recently taken up making paper beads out of maps, catalogs and colored paper.  I'm having a ball.
 Petey and I celebrated our 45th wedding anniversary last August.

And they said it wouldn't last. ha!
 Mom is doing well and lovin' life at Friendship Village.  She celebrated her 91st b-day last October.

Here she is with Augie at her side.
Michael is living and working in Chanthaburi, Thailand.  He and Rena were unable to get home for this holiday but we're hoping for a visit from them this spring.

So, from our family to yours, Merry Christmas and a happy new year.
 

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Christmas coffee with the "lady-gang"

Every Wednesday morning the "lady-gang" gathers at MugShots.  We've been together for several years now; women come and women go as life changes but Wednesday has been consistent.

A few years ago, Sheila Shaw, thought we should all go to her house for a holiday coffee.  So we did and we've been going ever since.

This was the first Santa to greet us as we entered but definitely not the last.  Sheila takes decorating for Christmas to a whole new level.






Honestly, I only took pictures of about 1/10 of everything.  I was hungry - what can I say.

I was so hungry that I missed taking a picture of the yummy egg/sausage casserole.  I was the first in line which is par for my course and it never embarrasses me. 

Here is the lady-gang hostess, Sheila, with her fur baby, Angel.


This isn't everyone and at one point it got quite loud.  Twelve or so women all talking at the same time raises the decibel level into the stratosphere.
 The conversations can go from books to movies to recipes (I'm rarely involved), to clothing, to . . . you don't wanna know.

Time with this bunch is always enjoyable and doesn't Rosie's hair look nice in the back?  Not always an easy look to pull off.