Fishing

Last week I told you about the huge bass The Hubby caught and "something" ate, well this is what was left.  Kind of scary isn't it!

I also told of him losing his fishing pole a couple of weeks ago and he and his friend diving to try and find it.  Well, last weekend he was fishing like usual thinking that the pole was long gone.  He actually caught it while fishing and reeled it in.  This is what a week in the creek, mud and gunk looks like.  He spent over an hour cleaning it all up good as new.

This weekend at the creek.  The freezer is getting full.  We're going to have a fish fry!

Don't forget to check out some of my new digs...
Carla Rae Back Home Cooking - we experienced fire pit cooking this weekend.
CRBH Art Designs - old stuff but new soon to be added.

Weekend of Bliss

Good Morning to all.  It is Sunday morning about 7:34 a.m. and I'm just now getting around to posting this weekend.  I haven't even read my massive Reader that is stuffed to the brim with wonderful posts.  I was able to leave for our sanctuary fairly early on Friday as I did payroll Thursday evening!  That was great.  I arrived and enjoyed a wonderful afternoon here before all the visiting would begin.  It is like fall is upon us early this year, ah but that can be deceiving as September has been notorious for being hotter than blue blazes.  Well, we will enjoy while we can.  Two weekends in a row and we have turned the A/C off, opened the windows and taken in the wonderful country air. 

I have to admit I have not read but a chapter all weekend.  I've spent a good bit of time with my friends, drank a good bit of wine and had a good bit of food.  It was dinner Friday night, Saturday night and this morning will be a breakfast at the firepit.  Good thing I walked with the ladies for about 3 miles.  My trainer will be proud, and you know I'm not sore.  The only problem I'm having is a constant muscle spasm in my middle back.  It was gone for a bit but has returned.  I'm coming to the conclusion that it is the mattress here. 

I have spent a lot of my time, here on my laptop.  I am now able to tap into another neighbor's internet connection from our upstairs bedroom.  So I am sitting at the window listening to the early morning birds wake the world up.  I have been busy creating an art blog and a cooking blog.  One of B's friends suggested the cooking and I've been wanting to pull my painting into a blog so that is what I've been busy doing this weekend.  You will be able to find it on my profile pages.  All I've really done is move some of the entries from here to there so nothing new yet, but soon. 

Have a great day all my friends...till later.

(Oh Rats!  I have changed the posting thingy-can't remember the name-and the spell check thing is gone...be patient all.)

Sunflower

Just a quick post before I head off to the cabin this AM. I did payroll last night and thought about leaving for the cabin last night but I KNEW The Hubby was going to the dance thing. I was afraid that he would want me to go again so I had to be ready. I was shocked when he just said, "See ya later. I'm going." Whew, dodged that bullet. By that time I was stuck in town and too tired to drive up there. So here I sit this morning moving slowly but planning on leaving before 10 for the cabin.

I wanted to share my latest endeavour in painting. I'm trying to do this one on my own so bear with me. I have a lot more lessons to get through to feel comfortable with tackling things on my own but I HAVE too! This one is from a photo A took at our previous house many years ago just at dusk in our backyard. I always loved so am attempting to paint. I am not happy with the background but we'll see what happens. It is NOT finished so please understand there is a bit more to go.

SUNFLOWER

Blah, blah, blah

Thank you everyone on the nice comments about my Momma. I (we) lost her July 26, 2006 and the other day I was feeling a little sad again about it, so the post. I had written it last fall because my doc suggested that it might help, and it did. I was going through some files and found it and decided to share. Thanks again.

I've spent a few hours off and on this week painting again. My classes are on a little break so I'm trying to use this little hiatus to try some new stuff on my own. I sketched my next project and this week started painting a sunflower. I'm pretty happy with it and can't wait to take it to my instructor and have him help me fine tune it. I'll post a pic when I'm done. I'm really hoping to get a little more prolific and generate enough of these things to sell some. That would be so very exciting, but I need a little more confidence in myself to take off on my own. I so love this painting gig but just need to find more time in my day to do it. B starts teaching again soon so I will not be able to spend as much time being creative as I want. I will have to be at the office more. I've enjoyed the summer taking a lot of time off, I needed it, but it is back to the old grindstone. I like painting in the morning hours here at home because the light is good in my room. I actually have an idea and I've hinted to the hubby about it a few times. See, we purchased some more property (buildings) a little over a year ago and have started using the huge metal building for part of the business overflow, but we also have this cool stone building

that is empty. It overlooks downtown on the upper floor and it has these awesome windows...SUNLIGHT...that would be great for painting. It needs to be cleaned up a bit, actually a lot inside: new sheet rock, clean and sweep the wood floors, clean the nasty bathrooms, etc. I would LOVE (THIS IS A BIG HINT) to occupy part of the upstairs with a STUDIO!!!! I actually have mentioned it to The Hubby but I don't think he took the hint. We actually have plans to move our operations over and there is no time like the present, so lets get cracking. We would have the phones and computers and everything there and I could answer and work and in the down times, when all my work is done, but still needing to be there to answer the phones, well, I could PAINT! What do you think? I think it is a great idea. Maybe he'll surprise me. Maybe a little birdy will hint again to him. Would be a great Christmas idea!!! Oh man, I'm bad.

Really should get off here and hit the shower and do what I need to do, go to work.

Memories of Momma

(She left us July 26, 2006-this is a memory for me.)

I’m waiting. Waiting and watching for a breath. I don’t know why I’m here except that I’m drawn to this metal chair to sit and wait. My mother is lying on the white sterile sheets of the nursing home bed, with her eyes open to the ceiling. I’m not sure if she even knows I’m here. The journey to this place and time has been long for all of us. This morning as I was getting ready to leave the house I was torn whether I should go, but my dear husband told me I needed to be with my mother. Damn obligations. The doctors have told us that it could be anytime. Daddy comes by early every morning to see her, so I knew that he had already been there, along with my sister and brother on their way to work.

My mind wanders to memories of mother and the wonders of her. Sitting in the nursing home chair watching her try to breathe I am transported to being a little girl, totally in love with an image that has been replaced by a shriveled body with dingy gray hair and hollow brown unmoving eyes that have developed a bluish film over them. She moans occasionally through her ever open mouth. The nurses call her a “mouth breather”.

When I first arrived this morning I went to the side of her bed and touched her forehead brushing the coarse gray wisps back. She moaned softly what I thought was my name, but that could be wishful thinking. I take my place in the cold uninviting chair and wait. Jumbled visions flood my mind as I sit and watch.

She was the most beautiful mother of all the mothers at elementary school. When she walked into Mrs. Kirk’s fifth grade classroom heads turned. She was delivering cupcakes for the class party that afternoon wearing a tight mandarin collar red dress that had large buttons going down the entire back. The collar cinched around her small neck making her look almost anorexic. Her slim body, even after three children, always looked cute in tight fitting dresses that were in fashion at the time. Even then I was envious of her beauty.

I loved to sit on the toilet in the bathroom and watch her apply her makeup, amazed by the ease with which she changed herself. Her eyes were deep brown, like mine. She accented them with a touch of mascara and a light brush of brown shadow. She would then take a dark brow pencil and fill in her perfectly plucked arched eyebrows. Then with the pencil, she would place it at the corner edge of her right eye on a small mole and carefully spin it between her fingers to make a round dot. She called it her beauty mark. It was the style then and boy was she ever in style.

The final touch was to heavily apply coral lipstick to her full lips. When she had it just right, she would roll her lips back and forth together and make a pop sound. Then, looking in the mirror she would purse the lips together as if to kiss someone. To polish the look, she would take a square of toilet paper, put it between the colored lips and kiss it with another smack, leaving her lip imprint on the square. She would hand me the kissed square and I would look at it amazed by the beauty of the color. Her brown hair was coiffed to perfection and her makeup in place everywhere she went. She had a signature scent, White Shoulders. The floral smell of gardenia and musk would permeate the house after she put it on. It was a sad day when she could no longer stand the effects of perfume or colognes. She seemed to have such a natural and effortless way with her style that I never seemed to develop.

Sometimes she would put a little dab of lipstick on my lips, “Rub your lips together. Now blot on the tissue. There, you want to see.” She would lift me up to the mirror to see but I was saddened to not see a beauty like her.

A quick squirt of the trademark White Shoulders and she was complete. Then she would pick up her cigarette that had been burning on the edge of the sink and inhale deeply. Pulling the cigarette from her coral lips smoke escaped from the butt of the cigarette and her lips then she would exhale the rest of the smoke into the air. I watched as the smoke curled out of her darkened large nostrils and I was truly confused by it. I never really understood the attraction, but she loved her cigarettes.

Having fun with nothing to say

I'm having fun today with not much to say. Playing with the website piknik.com. Go play and have fun...

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday to The Hubby...he's only 29 ...yeah right...he's 54 today. Wow, I've been with him for 33 years of those years. Today he's doing what he really loves to do, at least one of the things he loves to do. He's fishing. Here it is the weekend and he has risen at 5 both Saturday and Sunday to catch his bait and then fish with it. He's so very funny. If you love something that much you will do anything to have fun with it. Last weekend he had this really nice rod and reel and when he cast it the bail did not set and his grip was not just right and whosh, there it flew right into the water. He and his friend spent over an hour diving down to get it (the water wasn't too deep) but they just couldn't find it. He figured that a large fish had it and took off dragging it. Well, this story gets better. He was fishing yesterday and snagged what he thought was a large fish but when it finally popped out of the water it was the rod and reel he lost last weekend, right in the spot he lost it. He thinks it was lodged between some rocks. He was so proud of himself and brought up to show me as I lounged in the hammock. It was just filthy and stinky but he spent another couple of hours cleaning it all up. He was so proud of himself. Funny guy...promise I'll have pictures when I get his camera. Happy Birthday my dear.

Peace & Quiet

Saturday at the cabin. What a most wonderful day it is. We slept with the windows open last night with the air turned up so it would not kick on. I slept so soundly that I didn't even hear the night sounds and didn't even rouse out of bed until nearly 10 this morning. Wow, now that was a good sleep. It helped spending a fun evening with friends laughing, singing and eating fabulous food. Man we had the best steaks last night that T cooked. The best. My tummy was very happy I can tell you. The air last night was so nice that I could have slept under the stars and probably would have if I had been on my own deck and didn't have to go home. It was just a perfect evening. This morning when I finally could open my eyes, The Hubby was gone fishing and is gone yet again after popping in for a quick bite. He is very into his fishing right now. He came back this morning and told me that the five pound bass he caught last night that was on his stringer was laying on the rocks this morning and the only thing left was the head, bones and part of the tail. Something big had a nice dinner. When we came back from P&T's from dinner a fox and small deer were in the road in front of my golf cart and both jumped off in different directions. Oh the wildlife is abundant here. I also took this picture of a footprint or should I say paw print in the mud between Harri's and our cabin. Trying to figure it out. It is very, very large and the rumor is that we have black panthers roaming. Yeah, that sets the mind at ease...
That is my foot next to the print. Large isn't it and it was right outside my back door! Grump says it could the Irish Wolfhound that resides up on the hill behind us. Could be.

That's My Girl

I told you she would be singing with Curt Smith of Tears for Fears last night and there she is...WOW...I'm so proud of her...

Bad Drivers...

What in the world is wrong with drivers today. I've had a terrible time with the idiots on the road and it is making me crazy. I got behind some idiots that insisted on turning left, even though it was posted that there was NO LEFT TURN! Arghhh...Well, then I was behind some idiot that didn't get in the right lane and pulled out in front of me. I was going straight and she got in the right turn only lane but there she was pulling out in front of me when I was trying to go straight, and the lady behind me did the same thing. ARGHHHHH....I ranted at the office to B about it and then this evening on the way to dinner with The Hubby. Then we drove by said intersection from the other way and...wait...uh oh...well, what'ya know...I was in the wrong. Hey, that never happens to me and I've driven that intersection for years. The arrows on the road are clearly marked like the before mentioned idiots...oh, ladies drove it. But I know for a fact that the sign says right lane must turn right. Well, I'm going to have to drive it tomorrow and check it out. Hmmm, well, maybe I was in the wrong. That doesn't happen when I drive, or does it. Now I'm pretty curious if I've been doing it wrong all these years. Very, very confused. Will update later about the "situation".

The Do Nothings!

What a boring week this has been. I've really not accomplished much, at least at home. Monday was a blah day at the office, except for lunch with B. Yesterday I had my oil changed, washed and vacuumed my car and visited my Daddy. Oh, he and I did about kill baby bunnies. He had me walk out to his little patch in the garden to pick cucumbers and as I picked one he bent down to pick another one and hand it to me. When it touched my hand I heard a squeak. I thought it was the veggies rubbing together. Daddy didn't hear but saw movement and listed backward. I thought he would fall but he was able to steady himself as a very, very tiny bunny hopped away. Another hopped between my feet as he warned me to be careful. Another hopped between us and yet another tiny one just barely moved into the grass deeper. I reached out and touched it and then the little one was off. It broke Daddy's heart that he may have injured one of them. Since he doesn't have his beloved Peaches anymore the little bunnies have been sort of pets for him. So sweet. He remarked that he was glad he hadn't mowed there yet and would not, just in case. Too bad my camera was in my purse on the dining table. Rats, no, bunnies!

Today is our first bowling week, actually it is the bowling meeting and next week is the first week of bowling. So my life will be full of bowling, painting and work. Somewhere I will have to throw in some laundry and dishes. Funny. I so hate to do laundry as is evidence of the piles of it on the guest bed, done, but not put away. My sister used to call me "Little Susie Homemaker" but now it doesn't seem to fit. I don't like housework at all. I like to cook, love too, but with only two of us I don't even do that much anymore, and I take a lot of shortcuts. Waaaaa, I think I want to have a little temper tantrum here! Deep breath! Okay, guess I had better hit the shower and get to the office! Toodles all. Hope you enjoy the nonsense post that this has turned out to be.

Paul McCartney

Last week I got an email from a friend who had a couple of extra tickets to see Sir Paul McCartney at the new BOK Center. She asked if I would be interested. I didn't even hesitate, even for the cost $250/each. I didn't even ask The Hubby if he would be interested. I just said yes, and that was that. I am not a fan of live concerts, too many people, too hot, walking, waiting, music usually not that great live, BUT, WOW! He was just awesome. I can't think of a better word, AWESOME! One fantastic way to spend 2-1/2 hours, non-stop. He was fun and the music just didn't stop. He is a 64 year old man and he does not look or act it. Sir Paul delighted me in singing every one of my favorite songs last night! The arena was packed to the ceiling with SRO only places behind the seats. People danced, sang and used their cameras/phones as lighters held into the air. (Too bad my camera was on the kitchen counter as you are not supposed to bring them but I heard that an email went out the afternoon giving the go ahead to use them last night...awwww.) There were a lot, and I mean a lot of gray-haired fans in the audience and it was funny to see bunned ladies and balding men feeling the music! What a wonderful night...thank you my friend for sharing the evening!

Dachshund injured and in need

Alert....A friend of B's Friday saw a very unnerving incident on Friday here in Tulsa on 11th Street. She was driving along and witnessed a man hit this poor little dachshund, sending it rolling. The guy just drove on, never even stopping. Another car saw it happen too. A got out of her car along with the other driver and they scooped the little guy up in their arms and put him in A's car. He had a collar but no name. She took him to a vet who said his little back leg is broken and that it would cost between $700 - $1500 to fix. So far she has had over $500 in donations to fix the little guy but he will need a home or maybe the owner can be found. The main goal is not money but to find him a home. He is very sweet and gets along great with her Boston terrier and their cat, of course the meds for pain could be helping a bit with that. He is not neutered but has not had an accident in her house yet. If you are in the Tulsa area and are interested contact me here and I'll forward to A. Oh my, The Hubby just walked in and said a neighbor of ours just called and a black lab mix by our house was just hit in a construction zone and she whisked him to a vet. He will probably need a home too...WHAT IS GOING ON! It's dogs, dogs, dogs everywhere...Too bad we made a decision last night that we are getting a DOG!!!!! Yup, in a few weeks. A friend has to find a home for her little guy because she is traveling so much and because we have said many, many times we would take him because we love him, well, it looks like we will be 4-legged owners again. Pictures will appear when we get him. Now check out the dachshund...

Fawn

As we were leaving today from the cabin, just up the road we saw this...just stared at us while I attempted to take a picture. The shakes make it a bit blurry but cute!

Now a little mystery...life is about to change in this household tremendously. Our routine is a changing possibly so stay tuned for the mystery to be solved.

Bathtub Chicken 101

First let me say that I made enough of this stuff yesterday to feed 100 people, it was over kill. So the recipe has a lot less ingredients than is show here but basically they are:

spaghetti

Velveeta Cheese

canned chicken

Cream of Mushroom soup or Cream of Chicken or Cream of anything

pimento

water chestnuts

mushrooms

celery

onion

milk

(can also add fresh broccoli or asparagus...endless)

These are the ingredients but I can't for the life of me remember the exact amounts cause it is a feel kind of thing here for me. This is extremly easy and my mother made it for us ever since I can remember. You can add or delete or change most of the stuff, just tweek it for your use as I have here in gargantuan amounts!

Boil your spaghetti according to package directions, probably a little al dente to account for cooking time.

Chop onion and celery

Drain the spaghetti

I like water chestnuts and mushrooms but I omitted the mushrooms today as some are not fond of them. Roughly chop the water chestnuts just to break them up a bit.

Add the pimento. Pimento I never used to like because it was a pepper, but I've since learned to like peppers. It is great color too.

Okay, here it gets a little creepy doesn't it. Usually my mother would buy canned chunk chicken and sometimes would stew here own, but I'm a lazy cook. I could have purchased roasted chickens at the store but I didn't have the room in the fridge or the inclination to debone them on Thursday night when I bought for the party. So, as I was in the canned tuna and chicken aisle I spied the whole canned chickens. Well, curiosity got the best of me...kind of reminds me of the Alien movie doesn't it...chills...

I still had to debone these suckers and let me tell you after the first can, I learned. When I dipped my hand into that first can the whole chicken just fell into pieces, which meant lots of bones to find.
This first mass looks smushed because I was hunting for bones to make sure not a one found its way into my casserole...

Now, that is much better. I learned to slowly pull the leg/thighs out very easily and then it went quick and boneless! Smelled delicious too.

The cans were half full of wonderful chicken stock so of course I poured it in a ziploc bag and stored it in the freezer for the next soup in the fall...

The Cream of Mushroom soup is prepared according to can directions, EXCEPT that I use milk. It is much creamer. I have used Cream of chicken, asparagus, celery, just any kind will do but my fav is the Cream of Mushroom. I also found a couple of cans of the Cream of Roasted Garlic Mushroom which I used...yummy!

Pour the soup into the mixture.

Now the Velveeta. I know it's kind of not really cheese but it is great in this recipe. In my Mother's day there was only one kind but now there are a myriad of flavors so I used some Mexican and Pepper Jack for a kick along with the original. You cube it up for ease of melting while baking. I believe the original recipe called for canned or stewed tomatoes but my mother never used them, instead opting for the pimento. My sister used Rotel tomatoes sometimes. See this is a very adaptable recipe.


I then poured it over the spaghetti and mixed. You can do it in a very large bowl, which I didn't find until this morning while putting stuff away...thump head!

Now comes the cleanup. It would have been a much quicker process if I had found the bowl and used already deboned, cooked, canned chicken but it was fun. I almost forgot...bake @ 350 degrees for 30 to 45 minutes depending on the size of casserole pan. You just want it bubbly, melted and the veggies done. Delicious with a green salad and garlic bread.


Yes it was overkill for only 21 people but I don't care. I love to cook for people and I'll take some home, some to neighbors and they will all enjoy. You can also freeze them for a later meal. We only dove into one of them so one may make the freezer.

What is wrong with me.

What is wrong with me. It is Saturday morning at the cabin and I'm up and out of bed at 5 am. We went to bed a little before 10 last night after wonderful evening of chatter, drink, and food with friends. But then again, while laying in bed this morning at 4:52 am I realized that I had about 7 hours of good sleep, so I'm rested! The Hubby was needing to get up to catch bait at 5 anyway so I was up and bouncing out of bed, yes I did say bouncing as that is exactly what I felt, after The Hubby's feet hit the floor. He asked why I was up and I just told him I couldn't sleep anymore. I slipped into my wake up clothes and house shoes, as I don't sleep in PJ's, and shuffled off to the kitchen to make coffee, the most important drink of the day! Tonight we are hosting a little shindig at our cabin so the countertop is cluttered with spaghetti, canned chicken, soups, and lots of other crap I decided to clean up. My utensil drawer was a mess, so while the coffee was brewing I started to organize it which lead into the crocks/Longaberger Basket that holds spatulas and wooden spoons, which in turn lead to the drawer with the measuring spoons and stuff that just do not fit anywhere else. There, oh wait, then there was a corner of clutter by the fridge so that had to be dealt with. Now, it is 5:30 and I've already accomplished some stuff. Then I decided to go outside and try to take some sunrise pictures, but that was boring so now I'm here, blogging about really nothing at this point in my day...


Tomorrow maybe I'll have pic's of the Bathtub Chicken I am going to prepare for our guests tonight. Super easy and yummy and makes, well a bathtub full of goodness!

I'm so excited I had to share

I'm so excited I had to share about the youngest in California. She has made me keep things kind of on the QT but today I got the go ahead to share here! You might remember a post a couple of weeks ago being The Proud Momma, well, there is still more yet to come. She got to sing there with Michael Wainwright but as of today, posted on Curt Smith's blog, one of the duo Tears for Fears (80's), she is going to sing with him. I quote from his entry, "All of you that are near LA - I'll see you next Thursday in Pershing Square I hope. Afton will have a starring role I feel." MAN, she's excited and we are excited. So if you are in the LA area next Thursday, check out my girl and tell me how she did!

Hi Ho Silver and Away!

I'm having a time trying to come up with stuff to write about lately. Like most of the "projects" in my life, sometimes I get bored, and it is so about blogging I think. It is so very bad that yesterday when I came home from workout with my trainer, when my hair is at its worst, all sweaty and greasy, I got the camera out. Yes, I did it. I took a picture, not a good one of my gray, oh uh, silver hair roots. My plan was to take a before and after picture because I was on my way to have it hidden again. Do you know how hard it is to self portrait a picture of your scalp? I can tell you, very hard. The pictures did not turn out like I wanted them too so all I can do is write about it. Actually, the real deal is pretty scary and sends me screaming to my hair wizard to make the stuff go away. I keep telling her that maybe when I'm 60 I'll let it show, she just laughs at me. Funny girl! Hi Ho Silver and Away!!!!

Autumn Leaves

My 3rd painting done. This was the simple progression. I took the picture, sketched it, then painted! Voila!!!

Loss for Words & Middle Life

The past couple of weeks I have been at a loss for words here. I will try and write something worthwhile today.

Yesterday evening the storms rolled in and of course I didn't want to cook dinner, so out we went. The Hubby and I had a really nice meal and visit at Rick's American Cafe on 31st. We talked a lot, laughed, and really enjoyed the evening with each other. (Very nice :)! After dinner we ran to the truck and just got drenched but it was fun and we were a laughing. I told you, a nice evening last night. Home for the evening, I messed around on my laptop computer as did he on his computer. A called and we both chatted with her for a bit. She is a little homesick and we are missing her too. Bed at the usual time, around 10 and both of us were sawing logs before the news was over. Then about midnight it sounded like a gigantic bowling ball was rolling across the sky, right over our house. It woke me with a start, so much so that my adrenaline was pumping and I ended up tossing and turning, trying to go back to sleep at about 2:30, man, 4:45 a.m. rolls around way too early. During the tossing and turning stuff I had an idea for some posts and so started writing in my head. That is not good when that happens because I should have just gotten up and written them down right then. If I don't then I usually forget a bunch of it or I just can't shut my mind down.

One thought was about mid life which is where I am right now. I am 53 years old and I don't really feel like it. It's like those early years have just flown by like the speed of light. What gives away the truth is the silver (not gray, I refuse) hair peeking through every 5 weeks; my muscles and bones creaking; the inability to contain certain gases from escaping in the most unflattering way in the most inappropriate places; my eyelids a bit droopier; and the darn fat that has become resistant to diet and exercise. I also fight the thermostat in my body all the time now. We have the house thermostat set at 71 degrees most of the time, especially at night and sometimes 70 if I can sneak it, yet I'm sweaty in my sleep and really most of the time. Really these flashes are not near as bad as my mother's, thank goodness. I will live through it.

Now here is where my mind starts jumping around a lot. This line of thought got me to thinking about the bloggy world. While at BlogHer in Chicago last month the over abundance of Mommy Bloggers was amazing. Please, Mommy Bloggers don't condemn me over this. I thought we, the Baby Boomers were the majority here but we are not evident in the bloggy world. I have a hard time finding people, women like myself: middle-age (yuck bad taste in my mouth) woman-who works with her husband-empty nester-trying to find her place in this world and herself-no grandkids (yet)-woman in the blog world. I'm sorry but I'm not going to look for these "like" people in AARP, I want to find them in this world I have chosen to play in, blog central. So where are you my dears. I know a few and I love to read your blogs and find common ground. Rise up, ladies and let's join together and support each other! Okay, okay, I'm going a little overboard but really most of this is true to an extent and being around the mommy bloggers, well, it made me feel old and I'M NOT DAMMIT!!!!!!! I'm going into this 2nd part of my life kicking and screaming! I'm going to make my mark! I'm going to find myself! I'm going to have fun!

Mish, mash of stuff

This is a quick mish mash of stuff today:

First Thank You very much for the sweet award, One Lovely Blog Award by Georgie from Decisionally Challenged . I am truly honored. I will try and follow through with the requirements shortly.

This weekend we boogied out of town to our little retreat. I accomplished finishing a book, started another and The Hubby fished, fished, fished his little heart out. It was hot and we shared a lot of wine and laughter with friends. I'm just sharing some pics from the weekend. Enjoy all.

Oh, and I rushed back Sunday to meet a couple of friends to see Julie & Julia! Has to be top of my list of favorite movies. I loved it.