round town...

Always yearning to learn more about Socal, we have sampled different venues. It has been fun...enjoy the pics.

Bougainvillea grow everywhere! Such beautiful eye candy everywhere you look. These pictures were taken along the Pacific Coast Highway.

We drove to Long Beach, the Queen Mary is dry docked there. Some night we will walk the ghost tour! What a beautiful ship. Phill was so thrilled to see the radio room. Ironically, the equipment looked like what he had to give away for us to move west. His ghost was in that room...dit, dah, dit, dah....

The Queen Mary is also a hotel and has 4 or 5 restaurants. The architecture was unbelievable! We felt transformed back in time!

Doheny State Park 2009 Blues Festival. We enjoyed Sharon Jones, BB King and so many other blues bands! 2 days each May this festival is held. Brian Setzer was the headliner on Saturday. We chose Sunday to take it all in. Hours o'fun. Right in our backyard too. What a way to rock the day. 3 stages a bluezafalooza!

still cRaZy

I am here! Haven't had much to say lately. We sold our NJ house last week. As you can see, I am hangin' in there.....

Hope all is well with everyone who reads these blogs of dumby.

Enjoy the day, and eat a marshmallow or two for smiles and happiness!

WHOMISCAL!!!

Today I was reading The New Yorker magazine, (no I wasn't it just sounded far more intellectual than what I was really reading.. Knit Patterns for the Blonde...) and I read the word what I thought was "WHOMISICAL". Realizing my whimsical misread, I went off on a tangent. Whimsy is giggles, tiptoes, fairies and cute animals dressed in cute clothing.

Whomzy I decided, is loud raucous laughter when something just hits your funny bone, screaming in surprise when scared; then laughing till tears run down your face, cross-eyed mermaids, and things/places/people you see that make an impact with gleeful fun.

Today my sister called to tell me about the skunk in her backyard. She had me whomzy laughing, I hope I didn't blow out her eardrums! The problem with whomzies, is that is is contagious! Whomiscal laughter can spread so fast..before you know it, everyone in the vicinity will catch the "bug".

Tonight I decided it is Italian homemade sauce Baked Ravioli night.

So, I went on a scavenger hunt in my local food store. I didn't realize that I was on a hunt until:

#1 The only ravioli sold is Celantano's. One brand, two sizes. Mini or not.

#2 Italian Blend Cheese by Sargento, is not sold in Socal.

(by now the Whomzy has set in, and I start laughing to myself. Which I had to call my sister, and start laughing with her.)

#3 The meat department doesn't sell Meatloaf mix (you know ground beef, pork and veal.) The butcher sort of giggled when I asked him if he sold it. By the way, I make a mean homemade sauce with this mix. I now have 3 lbs of ground meat....Yes, It is all cooking on the stove. Cooking for an army again!!

#4 Pistachio ice cream is not to be found in my local food stores. More laughter at this point.

The manager did come up to me in the store asking if I was finding everything ok. HAHAHAHAHA. I had the whomiscal look on my face, and answered, "Oh yes."

I know reading this silliness and nonsense has you remembering something Whomiscal in your life!

Got Whomzy?

drum it in!

Sunday we found ourselves at Huntington Beach. It is north of where we live; and a very touristy beach town. Unlike the seaside towns of Jersey, there are no rides here or boardwalk. Many of the beach towns though on the left coast have fishing piers that expand out over the ocean waves. Some piers have full blown restaurants, "Ruby's" at the end, or just a shack that sells food. Always, there are characters that complete the atmosphere of the beach area.

We were in for a treat, because upon getting out of our car we heard drums!! I love drum circles, there is something so free about them! We meandered ( I danced a little), towards the music, and found an eclectic group of musicians, dancers, families, children all enjoying the freedom of free flowing music. Even the gentleman with the cowbell found his place in this multi-cultural group. The age range was from young teens to senior citizens. We saw one man at least 80 years old with a huge smile on his face while he sat with the crowd drumming to the music.

I found this video on You Tube of exactly what we saw and heard yesterday.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NsME3VwnvcA

Now I need to buy a djembe and drum my little happy heart out!