The olive ranch idea has been in the works a while now. I think hubs started researching olives years and years ago, but he finally told me about the idea probably in 2011. Looking back, I remember being on our honeymoon in 1997, and as newlyweds, hubby playing a trick on me at Mondavi Winery
I took a break. I needed to. Besides, it was summer! Kids were off, and we were travelling. Break taken. I decided it was time to re-evaluate and look at how I handle things. Always one to say my peace, it was a way of deciding if what I said was being received, well-received that
Let’s be clear. I’m devouring anything vintage right now. And I’m not talking wine here (that’s a whole nother blog!) No, not antiques! Although I did spend some time recently in NOLA scouring through an antique door store.
We have been “dealing”. I say “dealing” because the “I” part of “we” is the one dealing. In a million years, I would never have dreamt that my husband would not have his parents any longer.
It wasn’t quite so long ago, in a not so distant, far off place; that I recall a Polish friend of mine’s mother saying “Rah-bert…you need to find you a good potato picking woman.
I detest some words of the English language. I have a running list. It seems that “we” came up with a few of them over a drunken evening at the ranch with hubby dearest’s cousins, Cathy and Mike. Since that night, I have come up with a few of my own. Here goes…
Let me set a few scenes for you. Scene 1 – Grocery Store, mid-day, tired and ran-ragged mom, but still a very discerning produce shopper.
Have you seen that commercial about businesses who get their start in the garage? I couldn’t find it on the googler or else I would have attached it.