Safety in numbers...
I screamed and guess what?
A series of anecdotes with or without any connection to the running of a restaurant.
Monday, October 15, 2007
A series of anecdotes with or without any connection to the running of a restaurant.
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21 Comments:
That's o.k. Cream, you guard our lives in other ways, like giving us Sodade to listen to.
Wonderful photo...... the hot red and orange against the cold white and blue.......
Great for surfing I would think!
Zooms, you're a charmer!
I'm happy you like Cesaria Evoria.
Hayden, I took it when I last went to Spain. The beach was completely deserted and no one was in the water but the lifeguards still had to be there. Just in case.
Akela, it's a beach in a place called Guardamar (Beachwatch?) Lots of strong currents.
If the weather cooperated I'd rather be a lifeguard in a car wash most days! :)
Hi Cream, just stopping in to give you a scream before you run off again. How's life?
Andrea, you mean you can't affect the weather with your beautiful art?
I do love carwashes.
I snuggle up inside my car with a CD because the radio goes all weird. I read anything lying about. Even the back of an old parking ticket! I watch the brushes clean my windows like a kid looking out at the falling rain and I want the wash to last forever.
Am I the only one?
L. Life is great. Going to a wedding in Antwerp (Belgium) this weekend.
The blog is no longer the most important thing in my life but I love it when blogfriends still call in and leave a message.
Sun is shining. Hope you too are doing well.
Love, love, love this photo and its soothing blue color - even if looks a bit rough ;-)
I want to sit by a big blue sea without the umbrella. Let the sea spray me, it's wonderful.
Thanks, Bella. The Med looks great at any time of the year.
Gigi, those lifeguards were debating whether to stay there and get soaking wet or getting into the café for a warm cappuccino.
Its a beautiful picture of the ocean yes BUT I would have to agree with you.
I love all your music BTW.
No, I'd rather watch those waves.
This image is a show stopper! (What camera are you using? *ggg*).
I hate Viennese carwashes:
They make you stand outside and wait. It's the pits! :-(
They don't vacuum the inside of your car either, like in the USA (well, they do if you pay 40 euros for custom cleaning).
Mary, I am glad you like my choice of music. I am still trying to learn to play the guitar so I can play some of the songs but I am sure it will take a long time, if ever.
Merisi, your camera of course...;0)
Yesterday I got a new mirror fitted after mine was vandalised and the garage cleaned my car inside and out. It looks brand new again. (£360 for mirror and valeting!!!)
You make me wish somebody would .... natch! :-)
I snowed this morning.
Who needs a clean car?
I am taking the train to my mother's tomorrow. :-)
It snowed.
Really.
Oh Cream, I check in here and hear Sodade for the rest of the day!
What's cooking? Because of you, I watched episodes of Top Chef(thought of you) and worked on perfecting a nice potato/sausage soup all summer. Even my boys like what I've come up. Thank you for bringing some of the fun back into cooking. I loved to cook when I was younger, started when I was 6..but after many,many years of family cooking, it was just something I did to make the dishes dirty.:)))
J'ai l'impression d'être sur la plage proche de chez moi ...
gorgeous image, sugar!
You're right, Merisi. Who needs a clean car? As long as it goes... Snowed? Where?
L, you'll have to give us that soup recipe of yours.
I used to watch my mother cook on a terracotta charcoal burner, long before she got a gas cooker. And till the day she died she made her daily bread on one of them.
There was nothing like a slice of hot bread with melting butter and a fresh juicy tomato!
Toutes les vagues se resemblent, Crabtree.
Thank you, Sweet Savannah.
I'll bet your mother was a very good cook. I just cook by eye... a hunk of this a pinch of that.:)))
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