Showing posts with label Mamacitas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mamacitas. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Some Bliss

A happily awaited event arrives and a new beach girl is on the scene! Bliss Amore Carrero Bohm came over with Papa and Mama for nephew Kai's 2nd birthday party this weekend. I was Bliss blessed enough to stumble into them at Mamacita's where I went to get out of the rain. Congratulations, Krista and Milton. And welcome, Bliss!! She is one month old here. Come back soon!
Papa is way in love with his girls...
it would be almost gooey if Milton wasn't so funny.

I think he likes her

Papa, Amah, Krista, Bliss
Tia MJ is Blissin'

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Welcome to November!


"The white sun
like a moth
on a string
circles the southpole."
- A. R. Ammons, Late November

Here we are, another November, Summer a memory, Thanksgiving and Christmas ahead. I hear your groans, yes I do! But there is more to November than just Thanksgiving, there is something to celebrate every day of this month. I'm getting you started with the first week - thanks, party person - after that you're on your own (and there is more, much, much more). Pick out your favorites and enjoy!

November 1

National Author's Day

National Deep-Fried Clams Day

National Vinegar Day

National Family Literacy Day

National Men Make Dinner Day

Prime Meridian Set

November 2

Daniel Boone's Birthday

National Traffic Directors Day

Plan Your Epitaph Day

NORTH DAKOTA ADMITTED TO THE UNION AS THE 39TH STATE IN 1889.
SOUTH DAKOTA ADMITTED TO THE UNION AS THE 40TH STATE IN 1889.

Look for Circles Day

Deviled Egg Day

November 3

Housewife's Day

Cliche Day

International Tongue Twister Day

Clarence Birdseye Marketed Frozen Peas (1952)

Sandwich Day

November 4

King Tut Tomb discovered

Sadie Hawkins Day

National Candy Day

Abraham Lincoln married Mary Todd

Use Your Common Sense Day

November 5

Roy Roger's Birthday

National Doughnut Day

Guy Fawkes Day

November 6

National Nacho's Day

Saxophone Day

November 7

Notary Public Day

Bittersweet Chocolate With Almonds Day

Hug-A-Bear Day

November 8 (and yes, despite that great Beatles song, 8 days a week, I know a week has only 7 days, but how could I resist a day that celebrates National Harvey Wallbanger Day?)

X-Ray Discovery Day

Cook Something Bold and Pungent Day

National Cappuccino Day

National Parents As Teachers Day

National Young Reader's Day

MONTANA ADMITTED TO THE UNION AS THE 41ST STATE IN 1889.

National Harvey Wallbanger Day (woo hoo!!!)


Halloween was great! We covered the town, from the stoop at Ann's Paradise gift shop to Dinghy Dock, to Mamacita's, The Spot, Heather's and lots of costumed reveling street corners in-between. If you'd like to see more photos, go here! I'm just too lazy to upload all of them when I could be drinking a cup of tea in the garden...or snagging 10 more minutes of keeping my eyes closed. The sun is very bright today. Really.






Saturday, October 31, 2009

Happy Halloween!

photo: Greg Worden

Factoid from Care2: DID YOU KNOW?
Jack-o-lanterns trace back to an old Irish tale about a man named Stingy Jack. Unable to enter Heaven because of his stingy ways and turned away by the Devil, Stingy Jack wandered the world, searching for a resting place. To light his way, Stingy Jack used a burning coal in a hollowed out turnip -- hence the name "jack-o-lantern." The first jack-o-lanterns, in fact, were carved out of turnips.

Being as we have neither pumpkins nor turnips here (and I do miss roasting the seeds of pumpkins, one of my favorite side bennies of Halloween), we have to make do with our imaginations. So as goblins and ghosts and Bernie Madoff's traipse through the night tricking and treating, light a candle in your jack-o-lantern and toss a thought down here where there is no "frost on the punkin" or anywhere else. I guess we'll just have to live with that...





Tonight Mamacita's will host their annual Halloween party, but I have no doubt there will be tricksters a plenty roaming the pueblo from the plaza to the bridge and all spots in between. Have a safe and fun Halloween. I plan to!

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WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN

by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)

      HEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
      And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
      And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
      And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
      O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
      With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
      As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
      When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

      They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
      When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here--
      Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
      And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
      But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
      Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
      Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock--
      When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

      The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
      And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
      The stubble in the furries--kindo' lonesome-like, but still
      A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
      The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
      The hosses in theyr stalls below--the clover over-head!--
      O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
      When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!

      Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
      Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
      And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
      With their mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too! ...
      I don't know how to tell it--but ef sich a thing could be
      As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me--
      I'd want to 'commodate 'em--all the whole-indurin' flock--
      When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!