Happy Scary Halloween?

First of all, BUMMER that I wont be with the grands tonight, I hope web cam comes on:(

Secondly, here's how to scare the hell out of me on Halloween.....................

Systematically close all my favorite Shops, & Stops!

No kidding! Here is the list of closed stores in JUST the past month!

InStitches Quilt Shop !!!! ( Cayucos)
Royal Doulton Gilroy ( I told ya about this nightmare)
Disney Outlet ( poor grands)
Geoffrey Beene (Poor Walt)
Van Hueson (sp chk)
Bass Shoe outlet
Starbucks x 2
Mervyns, ( dont care for anyway, but u know...)
Linens and things, ( OMG!!!)
Ole` Paris ( yard art)
2 local thrift shops, (name escapes me, I must be traumatized)
Many more that I dont frequent!!!

If Marshalls goes down, I may run down the street NEKKED! I'm telling ya, its scaring me! Whats going on??? I have it on good authority that 2 OTHER quilt shops are in danger and considering closure. THIS my friends, is bound to trickle down and hurt my own job! I am already brainstorming new and innovative marketing ideas! Stay tuned. CLOSURES LIST
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This blog was written today in direct channel changing form. ( for those of you who have asked to learn how its done)
What really scares me isnt fit for print, but I'm certain that you can figure it out. I would rather think happy thoughts ( LOL, SORTA?) of OTHER things. Choices.
My thoughts are with you today Ronda, and with me.. but they are being remoted on an hourly basis. CLIC.
LYG

Marvelous Mondays in Oct

I dont EVER forget, I just get scatter brained sometimes. It doesnt matter though what kind of a day I'm having. I still stop to smell the roses. I had a most productive week end knockiing out 3 quilts and working more on Walts YIKES. Its never going to be done is it? I would love to make Christmas quilts for everyone, but I think its a bit ambitious dont you? I mean its end of october!! If I was a bit more organized in the studio.. meaning if all my stashes were organized, I might be able to accomplish a gift or two! I was reading Dianahs blog tonight and I cannot believe how much she and others get done... runnig circles around me I swear! It doenst matter what kind of a strategic plan I make, I seem to fall short of my own goals. ( accept for this weekend..lol I did it!!!) I generally have Plans A, B, C, etc throughout my day. Today I was out of town, so I planned on doing 2 blocks before nights end.. I managed 1 and a half due to a plan B of learning new computer programs... Heather? You know much about Dreamweaver? omgoodness... Building websites are no easy task.Tomorrow is Tuesday, Plan A is already on paper... wish me luck:)

* New Beginnings
* Great computer programs
*A teacher in the family
* Friends near and far
* Hope
*Micro handles on my Greta for zoning while stippling
*My black wedgy boots with square toes. ( makes me smile)

Whats On TV This Week

Billy Mays YELLING at us in various commercials trying to sell us something we just cant live without for another minute!. I cant handle his fake colored hair or his obvious hearing disability, ( thus yelling). His BS about various products/ideas are just so farfetched or unbelievable, ( or disturbing). I think he'd try to sell anything for the right amount of money, if not fame!

Hmmm, I was going to introduce and comment on the other 2 players, but I'm afraid I'd just be repeating myself?

I think I'll hide out in the shop and sew until Christmas with Alvin and The Chipmunks blasting the neighborhood.

In Love With Hand Dyes-Batiks

Well, thats no big secret I suppose, I just wanted to yell it this morning, thats all. I love em, I cant wait to find new ones I hadnt seen! I love to touch them, press them, fold them, stitch upon them! They are just so organically appealing to me! Recently, I have fallen for a pattern that I cant seem to put down called YIKES! I am now making YIKES blocks until I fall into bed! I wish to make these quilts for everyone I know and I have no idea why? Its just fun! Nothing special mind you, just revised courthouse steps, or jelly roll pieces, but I swear I cant get enough of it. I think I will turn them into memory quilts with centers being photographs... small or large, kind of a wheres Waldo look... hunt down your favorite photo!

(It's really not easy being me)

Heres a couple of em to show you... I found this awesome dye for a backing for Walts YIKES its very GEO and full of stars! ( navy edges, 4 1/2 center on one) Did you see that really cool Koi Fish at the top? SO YUMMY I TELL YA!

Maybe................I could turn my journal/Nickel quilt into this... instead of a calendar, make it a yikes...hmmmmmm OKAY, Alert! stop sending nickels, and just send Hand dyes/batiks!! LOLOL Even though Batiks are a PITA to quilt on, I just cant get over the natural look I love, therefore, I must tame them during quilting yes? Of course yes.Do you see that I'm not on those table runners yet? Sheesh... I'm going, I'm going...I wish I had some chinese food for lunch though... OMG Gina!

BYE LYG

Spiritual Birds?

Hey! It's too quiet `round here! I'm feeling post busyness withdrawal symptoms! I find it easier to "cope" when theres lots going on, people are all around, I'm WITH family and friends. I'm now plotting a course for Thanksgiving. If I can make til then.....Funny eh? It really began a few days ago, I was fighting it off by being productive and smiley. I spoke to Ronda before camp and wished them fun, and felt a miss because I wasn't able to attend. I think I just need to keep the ball rolling so that I don't send the ball off the deck! I miss my son. When its quiet I hear his chuckle. Sometimes I see a Champagne Super Nova fly threw the air and wonder if I'm losing my mind. (A song he loved). Yesterday a bird came to visit, right inside the slider door and wouldn't leave. I thought maybe he was ill or hurt so I toweled him, took him back outside and threw him off the deck. To my surprise he made a 50 foot half circle and came right back and landed on the window. Waist high windows, and not a foot from me. I began to talk to him, asking a bazillion mental questions. I towelled him again and let his head poke out while I asked if spirits could come and go via a bird... I felt like a dork, and I didn't care. I launched him off the deck again, and once again a half circle across the street to the neighbors, and right back to me. I then had to sit down and ponder. This is a point where you take everything that you know to be true, for your whole life... and throw IT OFF THE DECK. Wishful thinking? I have no idea. And again, I don't care. If my boy can do whatever it takes to say hey Mom, I'm OK, its OK, please, YOU be OK... then.... So Be It. I didn't pick him up this time. He stayed perched on the windows edge. I ran to get a camera and rudys bird seed. I sprinkled some around, he wasnt interested. I said to him, OK, we're gonna do this one more time, and if you come back a third time, we will chat. Towelled in my hands he looked at me and didnt fight. He didnt look ill, and he didnt look alarmed. His breathing wasnt labored, as a frightened or hurt bird would be. As his little head peeked out at me I couldn't help but wonder. I launched him for the third time, and for the third time he returned like a boomerang. I took off the window screen and invited him into the house. I told that darned bird everything I was thinking and asked him to please stay. He spent the afternoon perched on the window, just looking and listening to me babble on. No noise, no fear, just looking at me as I talked and drank iced tea. To a bird! ( well, I am experienced at this with Rudy eh?) This is the third time since I lost Jamie that I have had a strange encounter with a bird. You tell me... coincidence? Is it possible? Can it be? I came into the house and got back to work, thinking I was ready for mental health now, tis time. I gave it an hour or so before I returned to see. He was now gone. I looked on the ground, in the yard, across the street, and it was clear that the little guy did indeed leave by way of flight. I went back to work and wrote a post it thank you note, stuck it in the prayer parrot, and cried while I finished a fall quilt.

I am determined however, to win, so onward I forge. If I do go mental for real, it wont be because I didnt give it my all to be well... to be happy, to be OK MOM.

Today I have 3 table runners to quilt. I'm actually considering hitting the farmers mkt tonight and putting up more peppers as they are disappearing at an alarming rate. ( hmmmm Walt?)
That should get me out and about... social and distracted.... tis a plan.

We are in fact enjoying some pretty summer like weather here on the coast. 80ish and holding with beautiful no fog -no damp days OR nights!! We can see the entire coastline and the evenings are gloriously bright with the sky filled with stars you can nearly touch. Dolphins in the distance play, quite the site to see, and we are indeed so fortunate to live here.

Velvet Duvet Cover-Turned Quilt

This was an Eastern King Beautiful etched velvet duvet cover with a satin backing. Some of you know that I struggled nightly trying to "love" it, which I did not. It slipped, it slid, the sumptous down comforter wouldnt stay put inside, and it made NOISES! NOISES! yes! Made me ::more::: mental than I already am. So one night, instead of throwing it off the deck like I made Walt do to the fan ( a later blog) I decided to re-make it to my specifications. Now, mind you, I hunted down the perfect colored bed cover. Very plum, very elegant, but very pita. (And it was a real bargain too!) :::cough cough:::
I thought well hell, if I can remake old quilts, why cant I remake new ones?
:::TIP::: reconstructing quilts are like remodelling a home. Its harder by far!!!::::::
I opened up the cover and threw the backing away. I laughed a cynical laugh as I headed to the trash can. Walt didnt. I saw him with his checkbook in his hand trying to find the evidence. ( I laughed even more) I gave away the sumptous down inside. Happily! I kept the velvet piping on in order to quilt easier, actually, clueless as to what I would do next. I loaded it with a divine cotton backing. A most elegant european print. I sandwiched with a lightweight poly ( 4 0z) because the velvet would be heavy enough, and I wanted to play a little on the texture, without density. Quilting only the outline, inside and out, of each design, I was satisfied. Now to that pesky piping......I decided that self binding was the best approach. ( I think it may have been Dy who suggested that.) By hand, 1 inch. I didnt bother to miter the corners, this Works for me fine. Its not finished being stitched down, I work on it a little each night, but its on our bed, and let me tell you it has made all the differance in the world! No NOISE! No slippery sliding BUNCHING up around the poor dog!
Walt said, "Hey Babe! I love it now too!" I replied with the same cynical laugh.... I toll ya and I toll ya... a happy wife, is a happy life!

Red Bell Pepper Day

So what ya want me to stick to cooking as opposed to politics? Ok. Grunt. But stay tuned for my chat on Joe the Plumber!!! ( oh u say its me?) K, I'll quit...
I'd like to share a beloved recipe with you. This is from Blima, in I think 2001, the first time I went to Montreal and made these luscious peppers. Now a fall tradition here in the US too, at G's house. All the neighbors come a running, the family waits for their ziploc, and Walt can be seen drooling over a sandwich with a pepper hanging off the side.
When Blima's trip was booked, the first thing Walt said was, " are ya gonna make the peppers?"...sheesh...Men. I think the best part about the peppers isnt just the yummyness of them, but the deal at any given farmers market on the price of said peppers! THE DEAL!!!!
Blima and I GOT the deal, Walt bbq'd and I peeled, while Blima made the marinade and pointed alot. By the way, while on the pointing subject... did anyone happen to notice that Blima was even pointing from the car in our roadtrip pictures?? Just hysterical!

So enjoy, not only the recipe, the bbqing, the raves, but the treasure hunt with a pal:)

BBQ RED PEPPERS 3 doz, red peppers, ( I think I usually shoot for 40 or so.)

mix into 1 gallon jar the following and add more honey to your taste.

3 cups vinegar

1 cup water

1/2 cup sugar

1/2 cup honey

1/2 cup corn syrup

1 tsp. salt

1/4 cup veg. oil

BBQ peppers till black on all sides, put into a plastic bag and sprinkle with salt, the salt helps the skin come off easier, let steam for 10 min, peel, and quickly rinse with cold water to get any black off, and let them drain in a colander for a few minutes, I try to leave them as whole as possible, I think it looks prettier that way in the jar. add the peppers to the marinade, pour the 1/4 cup of oil on top, give a shake, (the jar, not you) and marinade in fridge for at least 4 days or more till done. lasts for months and months. ( I stir once every other day)

Now you have a wonderful pickled type pepper that is great in salads, a side dish, in a sandwich, as an appetizer, anyyyyyyy way ya wanna slice it, its fabulous! Thanks Blima, we will always love them.

Californians! Yes on Prop 8!

First a few disclaimers: ( I get this from my BFF Heather)
I dont like discussing political fires here for fear of retaliation, or just the plain ole fact that someone may not like me. Therefore, I just dont.
BUT
If I am to stay true to my own method of blogging, which is G, unplugged... I guess I have to dive in . Mom Still says ya gotta stand for somethin or you'll fall for anything."
The truth is, I dont think I'm all that great at articulating what my mind is screaming in here... no really... unless I'm just having a chat with you, over a cuppa.... I dont think I explain myself too well. I spoke with Walt about this last evening, and he gave me a few tips on brainstorming for one. So here goes. I hope I do myself justice...lol if not, please throw soft things.
Its no secret that I dont want any more government in my life than need be. There are many things sacred to me that I dont wish to be told by the government how to think, what to do, more to the point, how to raise my children. I am not a member of the far religious right that the opposers yell about.
CALIFORNIANS HAVE NEVER VOTED FOR SAME-SEX MARRIAGE. (as Massachusetts has done.)
If gay activists want to legalize gay marriage, they should put it on the ballot. Instead, they have gone behind the backs of voters and convinced four activist judges in San Francisco to redefine marriage for the rest of society. That is the wrong approach.
Prop 8 is simple and straightforward. It contains the same 14 words that were previously approved in 2000 by over 61% of California voters: “Only marriage between a man and a woman is valid or recognized in California.”
Prop 8 is about preserving marriage; it’s not an attack on the gay lifestyle. It doesn’t take away any rights or benefits of gay or lesbian domestic partnerships. Under California law, “domestic partners shall have the same rights, protections, and benefits” as married spouses. (Family Code 297.5.) There are NO exceptions. Prop 8 WILL NOT change this. I have a Step daughter at this time USING this code. It will not tell us who or how to love. You are FREE to move about the state loving whom you darn well please, and SO AM I. Frankly, I dont think anyone is interested in my sexual preferences, and Im not interested in yours!

YES on Prop 8 does three things:
It restores the definition of marriage to what the vast majority of California voters already approved and human history has understood marriage to be.
It overturns the outrageous decision of four activist Supreme Court judges who ignored the will of the people.
It protects our children from being taught in public schools that “same-sex marriage” is the same as traditional marriage. (the SAME? REALLY?)Prop 8 protects marriage as an essential institution of society.

The narrow decision of the California Supreme Court isn’t just about “live and let live.” State law will require teachers to instruct children as young as kindergartners about marriage. (Education Code 51890.) If the gay marriage ruling is not overturned, TEACHERS COULD BE REQUIRED to teach young children there is no difference between gay marriage and traditional marriage. WE the people, when asked, did not agree.
We should not accept a court decision that may result in public schools teaching our kids that gay marriage is okay. That is an issue for parents to discuss with their children according to their own values and beliefs. It shouldn’t be forced on us against our will.
While gays have the right to their private lives, as do I, they do not have the right to redefine marriage for everyone else. They do not have the right to say what my children are taught in public school. I can do that well enough myself, thanks.

To give credit where credits due, go to an opposing opinion, well written, altho wrong.. she has that right ( still) and I love her anyway. Cause I can. (still)

Kymn? heres my posted comment.. it was too long for your box? Come for coffee, we'll chat... Relationships ARE indeed hard, and they arent all marriages. Love IS everywhere, in many forms as you stated, but arent marriages. I think the only thing "chipping away" at our freedoms, is a government getting larger and too close for comfort.

Ya Can't Take Me Anywhere!

Celine Dion's Concert last week was one of the best performances I had seen in years! ( Thank you Sis)
The sold out Arco Arena was screaming and yelling, ooing and awing all evening. I think I counted 9 costume changes, and her dancers and props were outrageous! Great show... just great....
NOW... as for me... WTHeck is wrong with me anyways???? First of all upon entry, all of us dressed to the nines.. ( no way do I even KNOW what that means) I went through security only to have a tug of war fight with a guard when he tried to search my bag. BECAUSE.................I discovered my wallet is missing! A wallet that held my Tee shirt monies for celine... all of my anniversary gift monies to be dropped off, all of my WINNING lottery tickets, and ....and... its a dolce and gabanna wallet!!! DO U SEE ME FREAKING OUT AT AT THE CHECK IN STAND? I finally made it clear to the guard why he could not have my bag. I yelled for Matt ( nephew extrodinaire) to RUN to the car to see if it was there. ( no easy feat as its about a mile awy, ( IN MY HEELS) oh... forgot myself... You see I have a habit of grabbing something while driving, and leaving on my lap until stopped.. then forgetting Ive done so, hop out of the car and everything in my lap goes with me. I was certain that this had happened to my wallet. Great... I thought.. ya just dont panic all dressed up.. ya just dont. Thankfully, Matt came running with something to his chest. Was it my wallet? I couldnt see.. he was cuddling it. Ohhhh I know.. its PINK! Yep that has to be it! Sure enough, he hands me the wallet, and the guard gives me THE LOOK as he can now dump out my bag. Safe..... or I thought.
While sis is laughing hysterically, Matt is standing at least 6 feet away from me, and my niece is covering her face with her hair as not to be seen with such idiots, we headed for the tee shirt stands. ( ok, wine stand.. I just didnt want to say that)
The show opened with a singing comedian named Gordie Brown (Montreal) and my face ached with laughter within 20 minutes. (what good medicine eh). Our seats were AT STAGE just behind her family box. What a view... what a view. I really thought that I had made it through the entire evening without bawling my eyes out, right up until the standing ovation and return for a last song.. then she went and did it. She sang My Heart Will Go On, and I was indeed a goner. To snap me out of things... I guess its a bit ironic how she left the stage to greet her family, me with pen and tee shirt in hand, and the crowds were going insane! The woman in front of me stood to her feet to see her and at that very moment my foot, which was in a crossed legged position became wedged in her pop up seat bottom. OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! As I am screaming bloody murder, in pain both physically and mentally cause I can NOT go get my tee shirt signed.. my own family is making a quick exit over there----
OMG I yelled louder, I screamed for the lady in front of me to sit back down NOW!!! I again, got THE LOOK. No really! My toe! My toe is caught!!!! she ignored me, as did my family over there leaving me---
Absolutley paralyized I continued my yelling, through Titanic tears.. FINALLY Matt came to my rescue and I told him to move the seat off of my toe!!! He reached down and moved the seat FURTHER UP!!! Im screaming down! down! down like u are sitting down Matt Hurry!!!
With my toe now released, I look down to see blood dripping across my new shoes:( Im really bawling now.. I cannot walk and crowd control there was not. Poor Matt felt bad sighting that he thought that I was cheering for Celine. yeah, so did everyone else, except that snarky lady in front of me. He helped me hobble as though I was a 90 yr old in stilhettos. Poor Matt, Poor me. It took so long to get out of the stadium being smooshed like cattle... I swear.. ya cant take me anywhere, but Im glad they did. Days have passed and my sis is still calling me to ask how my toe is while obviously cracking up. I say its cut! Its hurt! I cant even wear slippers! She says.. Oh G... only you....
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Wonderfully painful lyrics, if you care to sing along.................

Every night in my dreams I see you. I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.
Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go on.
Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on
Love can touch us one time And last for a lifetime
And never go till we're one
Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to In my life we'll always go on
Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door And you're here in my heart And my heart will go on and on
There is some love that will not go away You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart And my heart will go on and on

Priceless Pics

To commemorate this years roadtrip, Heather THE CAPTURER met us midway through for one of her infamous MINI SESSIONS. If you havent already done so, I urge you to try an impromptu come as you are and capture the moment with her. I will have her make a storyboard X 2, and our memories will talk to us forever. Thanks Heather, thanks Blima.. I mean Ethel.. or was it Thelma? I dunno, I forget....

<--- PLAN A: make the good times outweigh the bad.

Follow closely, and enjoy:)

2000 Miles Logged For Birthday 2008

I have so much to talk about that I cant figure out where to begin? Do I tell you in order about mine and Ethels adventures in the first 1000 miles? How about the next 1000 alone with my thoughts? :::insert and OMG:::: How about my Dads hospital stay of late? YOU DO KNOW that they are rebuilding him... making him the bionic man.. I had Blima doing a guest appearance on my own soap opera life... she enjoyed watching all my kids make a birthday dinner for us. I want to tell you all about the actual birthday of the 11th and our dinner out and flowers all over.... I need to tell you about the AMAZING performance of Celine Dione at Arco Arena... and my TOE story... Also, a terrific estate sale find last saturday!!! Ginger having her special time and leaving her intended at the isle cause her human Momma was out having a good time! I think we need a bunch of separate blogabouts here. For today ( or right now) I shall say that I feel like a dishrag, a clean one:) But a dishrag none the less.. IM gonna do laundry and re-group. Its been a whirlwind couple weeks, and I will savor every good moment for a very long time. I managed to make it through a few cemetary stops and told Jamie all about things... A very wierd tree happening over there I must tell you about too. ( this is fastly turning out to be a TO DO LIST eh?
EH?????????????????? :::snicker to Blim::: Good Thursday morning to all, and how did you get through Marvelous Mondays without me?
To Be Continued......................................

Did I Mention Outlet Shopping?

How many outlets can you actually HIT in one week? OK

The answer is 6!! count em 6!!! Truckee, Pismo, Tahoe, Vacaville, Gilroy, Folsom OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!! The ONLY thing stopping Blima is baggage weight at the airport, and the only thing stopping me is...well.... THERE WASNT!!

We had so much fun.... Ok, facts...

Geoofrey Beene is closing its doors along with Van Huesen, and Bass, 9 Starbucks, and a few no names... what does this mean you ask? 75 PERCENT off already slashed outlet prices!! OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! Walt got bunches of new clothes, belts, and accessories, so did Mike and Jeff.... I got VERY cute shoes, ( see pic) and blima bought the Ann Taylor store!

Bettyanne met us at the Gilroy out letets where she scored with Dolce and Gabanna glass and some new undies:) We were so happy to spend some time with her:)

At the Tahoe outlets, blima scored with Nine West Shoes and other chit:)

Now...lemme tell you why this was so many outlets to hit.. I mean... HOW it all came obout K?

Can You Say Royal Doulton???? Do you remember my dishes on Blimas last trip here? Wellllllll

I had a sense. I had a sixth sense. On the way to Gilroy I couldnt stop whining to Blim about being late, store not having my dishes...yada yad yada.....

IT WAS REALLY TRUE!!!!! Royal Doulton was flipping out of business in Gilroy!!! As we pulled up to the store, I was nervous. Blima walked over to see.. sure enough, the damn store was gone and with it all hope for ever finding our dish patterns, Vintage Orchard, and Provence Noir.

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

We spent the day shopping, but in the back of my mind I was plotting a course for wherever the hell we had to drive to tomorrow to GET OUR DISHES. My sis needs 4 dinner plates.... I need 4 mugs... :::wink Karen::: Blima needed .... more!!

When we arrived home late evening, after a really good retail therapy session with my girls, I got online and found 2, count em 2 Royal Doulton Outlets in the whole state left open! I checked fligths to Las Vegas... to damned high for short notice.. I checked hotels for reservations to drive and stay but Tahoe wouldnt let me out of our commitment. So...........................

I said Blim? We are scooping the California coast6line and going to Vacaville. She of course said... " Where the F.. I mean Hell is vacaville? No worries Woman, I will get us there.

We began out trek at 7:00 am, Tahoe bound... outlet bound.... just going.

I cant tell you what a relef it was 5 hours later to find the Royal Doulton store open, AND HAD OUR CHIT. We speed shopped an entire corner. ( because of course Geoffrey Beene is going out of business rememeber?) And we found a CROC outlet too! Omggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

So with the planets again aligned we headed toward Lake Tahoe again... feeling very victorious indeed. We called Sis, and had her join us at PF Changs for lunch, and gave her her 4 last dinner plates. She loved us:)

Up the hill we went in search of Quilt Shops and outlets, Slot machines and fine dining..... Life is good.

YACHT DINNER FOR THREE

What a wonderful evening we shared sailing the bay in a 75 ft vessel named Papagallo ll.

Dinner was delicious, the scenery divine, the company second to none. Walt entertained our freezing selves with his quips. Blima took many pictures in the dark of Harvey the harbor sea lion and his pelican pals, however THEY didnt turn out so well. A photographer, we are not. I leave that up to the pros:) :::WINK:::H:::

Incline Village and no Jackpots yet! (edited)

Hey from me, over here in Lake Tahoe where the wine is fine, the company is great and the pictures are to follow!!!
We are winding our way around the lake daily, and between the two of us cannot figure out how to get the camera chip to work in the dang lap top!!!
Having fun, relaxing, chatting in real time, and wishing on slot machines too:) Will post more when we can, hope all is well in blogland:)

Farmers Mkt Day

Today was a fast and furious day of running errands and searching for red peppers for our pepper fest on Saturday. We didnt have alot of luck because Marshalls side tracked us? We found matching Jammies and cool fall boots... Yummy placemats in beads, and OF COURSE amazing finds in the little girls department. (Im not sayin nuffin).

SLO Farmers market boast more than 70 venders every Thursday evening! There is live music down each block, and food cooking on every corner. We had a great time walking and people watching, smelling flowers and squeezing veggies:) We were victorious in our pepper search ( 5th try) and man are our peppers gonna be good THIS year!Pics below are of one way of the street, our 40 peppers to BBQ and marinate. Its a fun and delicious, and I cant wait to show you!
Blim did manage to get in a bit of cooking midway through our day. She made her infamous Hummous for me, fantastic roasted plum tomatoes, and even cookies for Ginger. ( who knew?)
Tomorrow we will leave early for the Gilroy Outlets, meeting up with yet another speed shopper, Bettyanne. I'm in hope of keeping you posted!

Moonstone Beach Bar N Grill

First things first, Ya wanna try to win an awesome scarf for your fall wardrobe? I do! Carlas hosting yet another smashing contest!

OK, So Blima made the long an arduous journey from Montreal and I'm very glad she did! We did Moonstone Beach in Cambria tonight, joining Walt and Tracy. I had the Cioppino which was fabulous:) The food and patio ambiance is quite satisfying. They serve mini lap blankets with every meal, and the heaters actually are in registers on the cement patio! lol its fun! We especially love going there for Sunday brunch for their Mimosa and Italian Baked eggs.
Not sure what tomorrow may bring, but I'll be sure to bring my camera!