Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
4. Stepchildren: I do not blog about my two stepdaughters, but I will say their father and I met when they were college students. They are beautiful, smart and accomplished women, each with a strong sense of family, generous hearts and the kind of people you'd love to have as your friend or neighbor.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
This is one of my favorite places in the entire U. S. of A. The Apple Farm is in a sleepy Northern California town called Philo in the Anderson Valley, which is north of Napa Valley, about 120 miles from San Francisco.
Godson’s Mom and I have spent a couple of glorious weekends at The Apple Farm’s cooking school, tucked on the grounds of a stunning organic apple orchid. Our small “hands-on” classes produced some of the most amazing foods we’ve ever tasted-- All clean and fresh, mostly organic and locally raised, if not actually grown on the farm itself. I can honestly say, the food and the classes are a treat for your taste buds and your soul.
This sign greeted us as when we arrived. We knew we were in for a wonderful and relaxing time.
The farm is huge and the fog was just starting to clear on this morning.
Friday, September 18, 2009
To say I'm not a fan of the dentist is an understatement! But then again, who loves getting their teeth cleaned or drilled? Not me, I'm a wimp, but it's one of those things you just have to do and get it over with.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Like they say, "Life's a beach!"
Friday, September 11, 2009
I have watched and read many tributes to September 11th today. But one in particular took me right there.... to New York City.... today... and then.... Please take a few minutes to check the moving tribute put together by the King Of New York Hacks-- He's a true New Yorker.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
You know it’s going to be a rough day when you look out the window to your back yard and things aren’t where you left them the night before. I’m not talking about flower pots, beach balls or lounge chairs. Oh no, no, no. I’m talking about the pool and its adjacent wood deck! Mine are clearly NOT where I left them the night before.