It's Thanksgiving, what are you thankful for??
"Sometime late in 1664, the musketeer D'Artagnan rode
beside a heavily armoured carriage as it rumbled slowly southwards
from Paris, carrying his friend Nicolas Foucquet to internal exile and
life imprisonment in the Alpine fortress of Pignerol. There he would
be incarcerated in a cell next door to the Man in the Iron Mask.....
Busy, Busy, Busy. Crafts and Books, craft shows, museums, estate sales, recipes to invent and cook, places to go, people to see, and relatives coming. This will be a month busier than the last, and that means whirlwind. Summer's nearly gone, Fall is upon us, and winter and the HOLIDAYs are coming up fast. Where did the year go???????
I found this article online today, and wanted to share it. Never knew Licorice could be hazardous to your health. Booooooo!
Okay, here we are again…..trying to plan that vacation. Where to go? What to do? Well.......how about Disneyland in California? Along with California Adventure? Or maybe Disneyworld in Florida? And that lake surrounded by miniature examples of other places, called Epcot? Oh, boy......fun awaits, not matter which you choose. But, other than they are on opposite sides of the USA, what is the difference between DisneyLand and DisneyWorld? Well, let's see......... Oh, did I just hear the kids screaming, yay, yay, yah?????? So, what’s the difference between Disneyland and Disney World? Well, let's see.
So, you want to redecorate but you don't know how or where to start? How about with a book? Stop laughing! It's a great idea. Really!! It will give you ideas. And tell you exactly how to do more than you ever thought you could do! Paint, Build, Create...all of it!And just what is this wonder of wonders little book? Read on........
Summers coming, and with summer comes Salad Season. All those fresh fruits, leafy greens and veggies just screaming to be added to salads. So, let's start with one of our favorites....Spinach and Strawberries!
"His wife and business partner and some other unfortunate human
being were dead; they had been killed in his house, with his shotgun,
one of a matched pair; they had been killed at a time when he was
obviously present in the house. And he could remember nothing of
that day or night."
“The moment he turned the corner onto Rampart Street,
he knew he was a dead man.
A shadow was moving directly in his path, a phantom
in a dark duster, one arm outstretched and pointing a
He started to say, “not me!, but he only got as far as
the first word…….”