I have a powerful new addiction. Not the usual run of the mill addiction to food, alcohol, drugs or…name your own poison. My addiction is to feeling great. I love it, I want more of it, I can’t and won’t live without it. As soon as I wake up in the morning I’m looking for it…and don’t stop till I find it and I’m willing to search under the bed, in my drawers, even though I can’t find anything in there at the best of times. Sound pretty much like an addiction to you? I do believe the correct answer is ‘yes Elle.’ And yes, I would search online if I thought it might help. A fellow countryman and statesman of yore said: [success] This is an age in which the mood decides the fortunes of people rather than the fortunes decide the mood. ~ Winston Churchill[/success] So true. My…
I love America. I love the small Florida town where we live. I love the hospitality of the American people, especially to those of us from other lands. I love small town events that lift my spirits. I love my life. If I sound happy, it’s because I AM. Last night my Darling One and some friends went to The 38th Annual Singing Christmas tree here in small town USA. But first we went here, where we had a delicious dinner. Gluten free for me and my gluten, and then some, on my D.O’s plate. I’m so jealous…the chocolate mousse looked good enough…well to eat. Used Hipstamatic to create a little atmosphere. What do you think? And then… The Singing Christmas Tree. The first time I saw this I was bowled over…I’d never seen anything like it before. And I found it totally lovely. Lovely to enough to attend…
A visit to Los Angeles isn’t complete without a trip to Disneyland. I love it, the kids love it, everyone loves it…who wouldn’t? I don’t/can’t ride on everything, well okay, I don’t/can’t ride on too many things, all right, I admit it, I hardly ever ride on anything. I can manage Dumbo, because sitting in an elephant is easy, and the Mad Hatter’s Tea party because it’s obviously comfortable in a giant teacup. Anything higher or bumpier than that just makes me feel awful. And yes, I have to take something when I fly, or sail, and I can’t even sit in the back seat of a car. We were in a hurry to get…well everywhere. We had to meet Minnie. And the other characters. And L.J couldn’t possibly miss having a daring adventure. And then, naturally, a hug with Pinocchio’s Daddy was in order. Moving right on to… Where…