carolynne

so I needed my carolynne fix……I met carolynne almost 25 years ago when both my children were diagnosed one as ADHD and the other OCD……not very often are there 2 children in one family with similar diagnoses but I just happened to be lucky that way…..it was down at st joes…..dr Kessler….I remember it well….oh the stories I could tell…..or should I say I will tell….anyways carolynne was the child psychologist that worked with dr Kessler….needless to say we have been seeing her on and off for about 25years…at least……well it’s more like I have been seeing her……..she is everything you’d want in a psychologist…..gentle, soft spoken, nurturing, strong, and gives the best hugs…… and all the other psycho stuff too……if she wasn’t my psychologist I could see us being great friends…..I haven’t seen her in a few years but I was really feeling the need for a carolynne fix…..and a little emotional tune up…….I could hardly wait for one of her hugs…..it’s a safe place….and I always come away much more focused….well as focused as my a.d.d. will let me be…..if everyone had a carolynne the world would be a much better place……I’ll end right here for now…..Terry’s up too at this early hour…..good thing his hearing isn’t the greatest because I just coughed and farted at the same time……not that it would matter to him….but my eyes are getting heavier……

notes to self

hold close the children for they r the innocent victims

and he reached his arms up to The Heavens to ask for forgiveness

created in thine own image…..not as we have become…….greedy and materialistic

things I like to do!!!!
dance
shoot pool
art fairs
crafts
shopping
eat good food
hang out with animals….not the two legged standing upright kind….although sometimes that can be very entertaining
writing…especially my blog…..so why don’t I do it everyday?

a note to the makers of kind bars

so first I looked through your job opportunities because I thought why should I give my idea and let someone else reap the benefits….but as I sit here shoving popcorn in my mouth that I’m not even enjoying…..I realize I can’t do everything…..I have my own retail store, clothing line and blog…..so you have got to get your kind bars into movie theaters……I usually smuggle a few in my purse but today I forgot…..bummer….so here I am popping popcorn…..I would much rather be eating a kind bar…..movie theaters have got to get on the band wagon especially for people with health problems……I love your bars…..they are great tasting…. unlike other bars that are like eating cardboard with artificial sweetener…oops gotta go the movie is starting……

sometimes money does buy happiness

at the last minute we decided to escape the heat in arizona and go west like so many other zonies do…..here we are in Cali……we spent the first three days in Laguna beach…. temperature…..a wonderful 74 degrees…….a nice breeze coming off the ocean…. and at night an occasional chill requiring me to put on one of my very own harleymcfarley recycled t shirt jackets…..I chose my super hero design I wasn’t sure my harley theme was right for the occasion….anyways…..I haven’t been to the #sawdustfestival which runs every summer from the end of June thru August…..fantastic art, crafts , demos, classes, and music. we happened to be there the day the #triciafreemanband was performing….what an awesome voice Tricia has……so after the slow process of going thru the art fest with my 86 year old…..a very young and funny 86…..but still she does have to stop at just about every booth and talk to everyone….we finally followed the music to where Tricia and her band we’re playing…..what could be more perfect…..sitting in 74 degrees listening to fantastic music….a cool breeze blowing thru carrying the wonderful smell of the wood chips that cover the ground…the sound of water moving behind us and we are surrounded by art….this is living….I highly recommend it!!!!
we catch the free trolley back down pacific coast highway and decide tohave an early dinner at #thedeckrestaurant overlooking the water at the #pacificedgehotel….I highly recommend reservations the place was packed….the food was very good…we started off with some oysters on the half shell…..my mom was in heaven if she could have eaten the shell she would…..then an order of steamed Venus mussels and clams in a fennel saffron broth….a fancy name for a buttery garlic broth…..we had to keep ordering more garlic toast to soak up the absolutely orgasmic broth so we wouldn’t be tempted to just pick the bowl up and slurp it……although my mom did take a few spoonfuls…..followed by a shrimp and dungeness crab Louie which just put our meal over the top…..all while listening to some great songs from local musician Jonathan Salazar…..to top it off we walked up the street to #tacobell and terry ran in and surprised us with some tasty churros and Cinnabon® Delights™ 2 Pack
Warm, golden bite-sized pastries filled with Cinnabon® frosting and covered with Makara® cinnamon sugar…..omg…..it’s like crack cocaine I’ve got to have more!!!!!
from there we drove to San Diego and decided to splurge and our last three days staying at the #hoteldel…..wow….the main building of hotel was built back in the 1800’s……the architecture and history here is just amazing…..
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Hotel del Coronado (also known as The Del and Hotel Del) is a beachfront luxury hotel in the city of Coronado, just across the San Diego Bay from San Diego, California. It is one of the few surviving examples of an American architectural genre: the wooden Victorian beach resort. It is the second largest wooden structure in the United States (after the Tillamook Air Museum in Tillamook, Oregon) and was designated a National Historic Landmark in 1977[3][5] and a California Historical Landmark in 1970.[4]

When it opened in 1888, it was the largest resort hotel in the world. It has hosted presidents, royalty, and celebrities through the years.[6] The hotel has been featured in numerous movies and books.

A famous resident of the hotel is the purported ghost of Kate Morgan. On November 24, 1892, she checked into room 304 (then 3318, now 3327). She told staff she was awaiting the arrival of her brother who was a doctor. She said he was going to treat her stomach cancer, but he never arrived. She was found dead on the steps leading to the beach three days later. The case was declared a suicide; she had shot herself. Since then, some guests that have checked into room 3327, have reported flickering lights and floating objects.[32] … I wish I had read this fact earlier for I would have tried to stay in this room……I have been noted to see things that others can’t….and that’s without having a single drink……the grounds are beautiful and relaxing…. I’m sure it’s the sound of the ocean that I find so relaxing….I am a Pisces after all…..dinner at the sheerwater restaurant was phenomenal followed by a game of gin rummy in the bar and then a walk along the beach to our room…..I am a happy girl…….

what has happened to the west’s most western town……..

there is a sculpture that is on the new hayden rd roundabout just north of costco in front of the scottsdale harley dealership…..drive by and let me know what you think…….i’ll get a picture of it up later today……here is my email to jana weldon…the scottsdale public art project manager…….Hi jana, I posted on my facebook page when I first saw the sculpture on the hayden roundabout. My first reaction was what in the world was that….we’ll not those exact words….it looked so out of place…..this morning I received an email from my brother who said there was an article in the paper today about it…..so I’m amazed to find out also that it was done by a Tucson artist for $63,000. Really….there were no Scottsdale area artists that we could have supported…. And it is so out of place….i understand the meaning behind it but this isn’t the Scottsdale I’ve lived in…..what was your thinking behind this placement….my store supports Scottsdale public art but not if this is what we get in return…..i understand that there are a lot of people moving here who are trying to turn  what used to be known as the west’s most western town into a more contemporary environment…..i understand the need for growth and change but this is not the right direction. This sculpture as beautiful as it may be if placed in a downtown big city environment……has nothing to do with the southwest and looks so out of place where it is at……it just adds to the destruction of our southwest city……the famous pinnacle peak patio will soon close its doors…..so sad what an icon of the west….all these places are being pushed out for a more contemporary modern architecture….i remember when the tallest building in scottsdale was at the corner of camelback and Scottsdale road and now condos and apartment…luxury living are going up everywhere…..i guess its become all about the money …..so so sad….sorry to ramble off like this I know you are not at the root of all….but not to support a more southwest look just fuels the fire……I did get a reply….and I kind of understand where they are coming from as far as the need to invite all artists not just local because then other places will invite our artists as well for the opportunity elsewhere especially since the economy here still sucks….and the sculpture does mean something obviously not too memorable because I can’t exactly remember what is was….something about it facing a certain direction towards the mountains? a new beginning or growth or something….couldn’t they have put a horse or a cowboy facing the same direction…..is modern another name for money? greasewood flats is an awesome out door Western burger and bar ……..

Greasewood Flat began life as an old bunkhouse building in the middle of the sprawling DC Ranch which ranged over thousands of acres of Sonoran Desert in the late 1800’s. Over the last century this desert has developed into one of the most affluent areas of Scottsdale, AZ.

Doc Cavalliere bought 45 acres where Greasewood sits back in 1955 to have a place to get away from “downtown” Scottsdale, 21 miles south. The property came with a little wood and canvas building housing a café known as Pinnacle Peak Patio. He and his wife Marge changed the name to Reata Pass and ran it until 1975. By then they were in their 60s and decided to slow down a bit, so Doc fixed up the old bunkhouse, built some picnic tables, added a dance floor and opened up Greasewood as a little hideaway for his friends.

In typical old west fashion, Doc didn’t consternate too heavily on what to name the place. The area is flat and there are a lot of greasewood bushes – thus Greasewood Flat.

Since then Greasewood has grown into one of the last bastions of Old West Scottsdale, with its outdoor dance floor, corrals full of burros, rustic wagons, fire pits, and cast of characters all contributing to an atmosphere that compels you to kick up your heels and toss back a cold one.

While there has been many a celebrity to stop by, the real stars are the locals who have been a part of Greasewood’s unique heritage: Stan, our Mayor for the last 35 years; Jenner, the old hippie who painted everything and everybody who would sit for him; The Chicken Coop Cutie, a story that can’t be told in print; Mary, who has never missed a day of work in 29 years; Emmett, the bar dog and icon of laid-back-attitude; Ruthann, the minister who held services each Sunday at our Chapel and presided over “communion” at Greasewood following services; and of course Doc and Marge, who presided over all while they were with us and still inspire us today.

Greasewood Flat invites you to come on by, sit with the old timers, stroll the barnyard, try to figure out what all these old things did, enjoy a cold libation and award-winning burger and soak in the old west atmosphere.

Oh, and don’t forget to ask about the time we traded a B-17 ball turret for a Quad 50-Calibur Anti-aircraft gun…

the ritz Carlton wanted to buy the land to build their hotel but doc wouldn’t have it…..unfortunately doc has passed away……because of all the building around it the taxes on greasewoods have skyrocketed and for awhile there was rumors of it closeting because they couldn’t afford the taxes but rumor again has it that someone came in and helped pay those taxes…..now if we lived in a big city which is what everyone but the locals seems to want there would be a society that would make greasewoods a historical site and no one would ever be able to tear it down or move it…..but why is that not happening in scottsdale…..the old Western town on scottsdale just south of pinnacle peak was bought out and moved way out of town…..the borgata which was an icon of scottsdale was bought by a crooked group out of Florida and torn down…..still lays empty.. and now greasewood flats seems to be on it’s way out all because other people want the land or is it because people Are building all around it and then they complain about the noise and the dust….I think I’ll look up the Scottsdale historical society and see if I can give them a shake and wake them up……just on emote thing to add to my plate……

unfinished

Aside

I am a collector of things…..some may say I am a few steps down form being a hoarder…..one mans junk is another mans treasure….as a matter of fact I have a handpainted sign above our garage that says….tnt’s desert treasures…. you’re junk is our treasure….a lot of it we use as garden art….it’s like walking thru history…..old wood burning stoves and old signs and just lots of old kool stuff…..not one person who has come to our house  hasn’t been in awe….in a good way…I think….even my mom who thinks a lot of her old stuff is junk likes to look around…..most guys wish their wives would let them collect stuff…….I understand that since most of it ends up in a pile somewhere….we have that too but most of our stuff has been scattered around in groupings or filled with plants…..it’s history…a lot of things that will be passed down thru my kids….because their kids wont even know what they are…..and that’s sad…..I still have all my 45 records in the psychedelic carrying case that I used back in the 60’s…..