First answers to questions and then a few random things
to fill out my random 5:
1. Gunner
asked what brand and color the blue paint is in our great room. The paint is Clark-Kensington (Ace Hardware
stores brand) and the color is “Uptown Girl.”
2. Juliette wondered if we are able to ride among
the vineyards at wineries behind our property.
Hmmm, would that be cool or what?
I’m guessing the wineries wouldn't be thrilled with us in there but it
sure seems like a question worth asking.
…if I ever get confident enough to take Winston back out on the trail
again, that is.
3. Achieve1Dream asked for a link to Inger’s post
about deciding not to have kids and her thoughts about it now that she is in
her grandma years. She kicked off quite
a string of reflective posts in blogland.
4. We had a great time at the wedding in San Diego
of our nephew Pete last weekend. The
wedding was large, with a traditional Catholic mass. But not dull.
Oh, no. The priest brought a
stuffed monkey into the pulpit and we clapped while it played “if you’re happy
and you know it.” Not to be outdone, one
of the groom’s sisters arranged a flash dance as part of her toast. The wedding party and family had dark glasses
stashed which we whipped out and wore while line dancing. Well, most people were line dancing. I mostly crashed into people in the back
while my husband was shaking his hips in the front. Did I mention it was a really fun wedding?
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| Our nephew, Pete, and his lovely bride, Jen. |
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| Brett's brother, Kurt, and his wife, Krista. |
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| Kurt and Krista's son Carl, and his girlfriend Rachel |
5. My daughter, Camille, dressed up like a zombie
for Halloween and went with her friends to West Hollywood. I can see why she opted to stay in Southern
California when we moved up here. There
really isn't anything like West Hollywood around us. I do miss her though. A lot. I think she did an awesome job with her costume. The bloodshot contacts make it extra creepy. I told her that her grandmother reads this blog and would be impressed with the costume. Right, mom?