A WASHINGTON COUNTY PA. SUCCESS STORY.....OCTOBER 16 2011........

This is a true story.  One you will never see in the newspaper, or hear on the radio, or see on TV.  There are many success stories like this one out there, un-sung "hero's" so to speak.  I just thought it would be nice to share this one with you.  Rebecca - please don't disown me as your Mom!

I guess I am proud.  Or extremely lucky.  Or both.

Rebecca and Neal have been married a little over 25 years.  They have four children.  Nothing exceptional about that.  Lots of folks have lots more.

Now to get to the core of the story.

Their four children were born in a six year span.  There were years when she had two, once three,  in diapers at the same time.  By the time the oldest started school, they had all learned to help Mom.  Mom needed lots of help.  Dad was an over-the-road truck driver, away more than he was home, so it was Mom, Mom, and more Mom.

They developed a system.  Made up a chart of chores for the kids to be responsible for, and in return they received payment, based on how many of their chores they accomplished.  

They also each had alarm clocks.  Four kids.  One bathroom.  Getting up in the morning had to be staggered, they were responsible for determining the pecking order, and adhering to it.  They were never late for school.

As they all like something different for breakfast, they were, again, responsible.  As they grew older Rebecca held part-time jobs to help make ends meet.  

Now we are fast forwarding.  The two oldest (both boys) have graduated from high school, and are both working part-time and attending college.

The two younger ones (boy Coleman, girl Shelby) are still in high school.  Coleman will graduate in the spring of 2012.  Shelby in the spring of 2013.  

This week Coleman received a check from the school for perfect attendance.  For which he was solely responsible for.

This week Shelby received a job offer, from one of her teachers, to tutor students struggling.  Shelby has been on the high-honors honor roll from the get-go.  She is being paid to tutor.  The other three were also on the honor rolls, sometimes not consistently, but they were there. 

Four children.  Six years.  Two in college, two planning on attending college.  Yes, I am proud.  They never asked for help unless it was an emergency.  Now Neal is still a truck driver, but no longer over the road, so he is home more.  The kids are self sufficient.

Neither boy, ( Garrett and Austin) when applying for college, opted to live in a dormitory.  They both wanted to stay home, and drive back and forth to school, and to their jobs.  In this day and age when all kids want to do is get away from their parents, Becky's nest remains full.  Through choice, not necessity.

Her four are very well behaved and polite, always have been.  I know of the times, when for a special treat Becky and Neal would take all four kids out to eat.  She would tell about the expressions on the faces of the other patrons when they saw this couple with four young kids entering.  Oh horror.  There goes our nice evening out.

Were they ever surprised.  There were many instances when these patrons, upon leaving, would stop by their table and congratulate the parents on how well-behaved their children were.  What a breath of fresh air that was.  But that is how it is and always has been.  

And now Rebecca owns her own publishing house, of which Neal is a part, and they both will be leaving for Florida next week for the annual Florida Writers Guild conference.  

It has been a struggle.  They worked hard, both the parents and the kids.  They have succeeded.  This is definitely a Washington County Success Story.  I am not embellishing.  I am just tell it the way it was.  None of us know the end of the story, but the beginning has been fantastic.

Thanksgiving 4 years ago in my living room.  Rebecca, son #2 Austin, son #3 Coleman with dog, daughter #4 Shelby, Garrett, Son #1 and last but not least husband Neal. 

So you will never see this story in the newspaper, nor on TV nor hear it on the radio.  You only hear and see the bad in those mediums. 

I count my blessings every day.  Tom and I raised 5 children.  They all have their own success stories.  None have ever been arrested.  None have ever done drugs.  Only one smokes.  They all have raised their families, and also have success stories.  None have ever been un-employed.  They always worked, even if it was washing dishes in a restaurant.  Every one of our five children own their own homes, raised children who have their own homes, are raising their families.

I hope you haven't been bored today.  But I thought this was important. And so when I leave for Church today, it will be with a happy heart, knowing all is right with my world.  God Bless.

WHEN I GOT UP THIS MORNING.....OCTOBER 15 2011......

I had no idea what I would blog about.  So went about my usual morning routine, orange juice and hot tea, then the computer stuff.  My computer routine is first e-mails, second checking checkbook balance, third facebook, and fourth my blog.  Today I hit the jackpot!!!  Not the checkbook, but stuff to blog about.

One of my blog followers - Sandy (who happens to be a dog and has his own blog SANDYSAYS) left a comment on yesterday's blog, which I also received as an e-mail telling me how much his human enjoyed yesterday's blog.  They live in Florida and don't have fall, just a change of greenery.  I feel bad for them, never getting to see the fall colors. 

 Receiving comments and e-mails is like finding the pot of gold.  

This picture is of the Delta Queen on one of her last trips up-river to Pittsburgh before she was retired. 

The second thing is about daughter Rebecca's book IN THE BRIEF ETERNAL SILENCE.  For the last few months it has consistently been in the top 20 sales of romantic mystery in the United Kingdom.  As of today it is number 10.

The path of life is very un-predictable.  Way back when, she had written her book, even had an agent, but was never able to get published.  She was also editing for other want-to-be authors, who were having the same problem of getting published.  One of them suggested she start her own publishing house.  She did.  He was the first book her brand-new publishing house released.  Her book was the second.  Today she has well over a dozen authors whose books her publishing house has released, with several more on the pending list for the remainder of this year, into next year.

She is also an invited speaker for the third year at the Florida Writers Guild annual seminar, and will be conducting classes on different aspects of writing.  Also this year there is a scheduled live radio inter-view pertaining to her as an author and owner of a publishing house. For the first 2 years I accompanied her, met and made friends with many up-coming, and established, authors.  I cannot go this year because of a schedule conflict, but Rebecca and husband Neal will be there.  And I know that once again she will return with new manuscripts to read, for possible publication.

I know that now she is getting ready to out-source the editing part, as that is the most time-consuming part of the publishing business, which will free her up for the more important things.  Way to go!

So as you can see, I got up this morning with nothing to say, and look what I have written.  Never say never. 

Life is a journey.  You never know where the path will lead.  If you did know, you probably would not have nerve enough to follow through.
So, enjoy your journey, do your best, and God Bless.

GUESS WHAT -- IT IS RAINING....OCTOBER 14 2011...........

Again!  Still!  Yet!

It was pretty nice yesterday morning and early afternoon.  After Bible Study (BS - not the bad BS but the good BS,  this for Kathy's benefit) I was able to complete cleaning off my flower beds getting them ready for winter.  The only thing remaining are my impatiens and a few other annuals that I plant every spring.  It is the middle of October and we have not had frost yet.  That never happens. 

There are times as early as mid-September that we have frost, kills all the pretty flowers, then turns warm and beautiful for several more weeks.  This year nada.  This entire year has been nada.  Nothing this year has been normal. 

Guess I had better revise that statement.  Nothing this year weather-wise has been normal.  Since I am never normal, being not normal is normal for me every year.  Don't you just love it?

But is is great to look out the window, or walk outside and see all the pretty colors.  The leaves are beautiful, but the sky is gray.  Since 3:30 p.m. yesterday afternoon - when the rain started again - we have had 2 inches of rain and still counting. 

I have said for years that fall is my favorite time of year.  I love the way the world prepares itself for it's winter nap.  Winter is the time of renewal, of gathering the strength, the snow blanketing everything, like a big woolly blanket giving all of nature a rest.  Then when spring arrives, wow!  Watch out! Every one and every thing comes alive, and spring has sprung. 

But for now, fall prep will soon be winter napping.

Enjoy the colors, even if it is raining, for soon they will be gone for another year.  In the meantime just look and God Bless.

WHERE HAS THE YEAR GONE? ... OCTOBER 13 2011.......

Good question.  Seems as if I had just finished my last IF ONLY I COULD TALK BOOK, and began teaching myself how to blog.  When I look back at the first couple of months, I really really don't know why anyone wanted to read them.  I guess I still really really don't know why. 

Unless I am trying share some "real" information with you, it is pretty much rambling on, here and there, up and down, sidewise and un-sidewise.  Perhaps I am really brilliant, or you are really bored.  Whatever.

Can't believe it is the middle of October.  Thanksgiving.  Christmas shopping.  Christmas.  New Years Eve.  Then ANOTHER year, I just don't feel that I am ageing as fast as the years are moving.

Fall colors are in full swing.  It is raining again.  That will bring the leaves down even faster.  Then the bareness of winter, unless there is snow to brighten it up.

Early fall, before the corn harvest.  It was a typical fall morning with the fog hanging over everything.  In just a few more days the corn would be harvested, the ground bare, waiting for the lime, then the plow, getting it ready for next spring's crop, whatever that may be - corn, alfalfa, hay, I guess I just have to wait and see.

This is late fall here on the farm.  Look at how the red virginia creeper is compared to the greens and golds of the trees.  It seems as if the world consists of a never-ending beauty contest, which season is the more beautiful. 

And, finally winter.  The snow was deep, clean and white, sparkling in the sun.  All of the seasons have their beauty, and just like life, some days when the beauty seems hidden.  But it is always there, just under the surface, and when you think it couldn't get any worse, you waken up one morning and see something like the above three scenes.  And you realize, this is God's world. 

So even on the drab dreary days, there is beauty somewhere, if you look for it.  It may take a few days to find the beauty but when you do, oh my!

Count your blessing and God Bless.

LOOKING AHEAD....OCTOBER 12 2011...........................

The year is winding down, but I am still looking ahead. 

First, the lime truck arrived yesterday, ready to spread lime on our fields where the corn had been this summer.  As soon as the truck had finished Tim was here, chisel-plowing the ground, getting it ready for spring planting.  Looking ahead.

Second, getting pictures ready for the two week fairgrounds festival the end of October.  Looking ahead.

Third, will have to be packing for the bus trip, also in October, to Sleepy Hollow New York and the legend of the Headless Horseman.  Looking ahead.

Fourth, the final festival of the year in Morgantown WV the second weekend of November.  Looking ahead.

Now to switch gears.  I am attaching a picture of one of my vendor friends, Nancy Habel.  She is of German descent, loves the ethnic dress, and usually at the festivals she manages to wear one of her outfits, which she mostly makes herself.  But that is not what she sells.  She is a high end jeweler, her jewelry is expensive, but you get more way than you pay for in quality and beauty. 

This picture was taken at Oglebay this past weekend in front of the big tent we were in, before we had taken the sides down.  She and her companion Bill have been great friends for quite a while.

Then my other friend and traveling companion, Vicki, is also a jeweler, but her work is the complete opposite of Nancy's, beautiful costume jewelry the every-day sort  us normal people can afford.  She scouts out flea markets and auctions, buys discarded jewelry, takes it home, dis-assembles it into individual pieces, them creates her own designs.  I am attaching a picture here of some of her work.

 I have the picture of Nancy, but not of her work, and a picture of Vicki's work, but not of her.  I seem to do everything backwards, but I guess that goes with the territory. 

Have to close now.  It is raining again.  Bible Study in half an hour, don't want to be late. 

Enjoy your day, and remember, look ahead.  Yesterday is gone.  You can't change anything.  So enjoy what you have and God Bless.

TODAY IS A ?....OCTOBER 11 2011............................

That's right. Today is a question mark?  I'm not real sure what to write about.  Guess I'll fake it.

Have gotten my voice back, mostly.  At least I can answer the phone and whoever is on the other end can hear me.

I have a pretty good idea of what pictures to print, mat and frame for the up-coming two weekend Christmas Festival at the Washington Co fairgrounds.  Now it is just a case of getting to work.

Want to take my van to Washington to have the winter tires put on the front (front wheel drive).  After all, October is already almost half over and the weather could change anytime, and I have some driving to do.

We had asked Vicki while at Oglebay to be sure and check with her Mom, near Morgantown WV, to make sure it was still o.k. for Russ, Kay and me to stay with her for 3 nights during the Morgantown Festival, which is the last festival of the year for any of us.

Got an e-mail yesterday saying her Mom could hardly wait and that she was telling all her neighbors we would be there.  Makes us sound like celebrities. 

This picture was taken in Alaska.  It is fireweed, the first plant to sprout and bloom after a major forest fire.  We were in an area where there had been major fires and we saw acres and acres of this fireweed, the rebirth of the land.  It was quite spectacular.

And finally just finished my latest Luanne Rice Novel "Dream Country".  As always her novels are awesome, you don't want to put them down, you don't want the story to end, but you can hardly wait to finish it. 

So, I guess it is time to get busy doing what I have to do today.   And there is still outside flower bed work to be done. 

Have a great day and God Bless.

NOW THE REAL WORK BEGINS ..... OCTOBER 10 2011 .......

What a fantastic weekend.  Sunday began with our breakfast at the Lodge, pumpkin waffles, pecan waffles, plain waffles, omelets with everything but the kitchen sink, all made by the 6 chefs cooking for each individual order as you watched and all the other traditional food.  We talked.  We laughed.  We ate. Everyone seemed to think that this is the perfect way to start the final day of the festival.

Again the crowds were huge.  I believe that because we have had such miserable weather the entire year, and this week-end was picture-perfect, everyone was out celebrating, and what better way to celebrate than to buy from us poor, hard-working vendors. 

I couldn't talk, above a whisper, but no one seemed to mind. 

I also couldn't believe how many folks I touched base with that I hadn't seen since last years Oglebayfest, and probably will not see again until next year.

That is the high point of any festival, the touching base.  Renewing old friendships, making new friends, hearing all about the last year, who could ask for anything more.

Now today the "real" work begins - the "paper work".  Everything has to be documented, the proper forms complete to pay the State of West Virginia the sales tax collected, the proper documentation for the IRS at the end of the year, which is coming like a freight train out of control.

I have to submit my credit card sales so I get paid for those purchases.  I have to hit my inventory records, taking off what I had sold.  Then I have to decide what new pictures I have to do for the fairgrounds festival in two weeks.  Then comes the printing, matting, framing those that need to be framed, getting ready.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that your fun job is easy.  Just because you love what you do does not make it easy.  In fact I work harder at my fun job than I ever did at my "real job".  But when you love what you do you don't mind the work.  Each year you get a little slower, but you still get it done. 

So guess I had better get done here, and get to my "real" work.  That will take most of the day, just getting the immediate necessities finished.

Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to get a picture or two ready for adding to the blog.  I know I have been remiss this weekend, but I haven't been loafing.  So until then, have a good day and God Bless.

ONE WAY TO KEEP ME FROM TALKING...OCTOBER 09 2011........

As I have probably mentioned, I seem to be an expert at opening my mouth.  Not going to happen today.  Not my choice.  But here it is.

Yesterday was a very busy day at Oglebayfest.  Big crowds, lots of sales, lots of talking, lots of answering questions.  I also had 15 on my list for breakfast at the Lodge this morning. 

Had a double recipe of chili with me yesterday in my crock pot, brought home about 1 cup or so.  Everyone seemed to enjoy it.  I know I did.  Vicki brought dinner rolls, we had a ball.  Kay is bringing home made chicken noodle soup today.  All is right with the world.

Except for me and my mouth.  About 1:30 - 2:00 yesterday afternoon I began to lose my voice.  By the time we closed at 7 p.m., I had no voice at all.  I haven't had laryngitis for years and years.  Can't remember the last time.  But I sure couldn't talk at all last night.  When I got home Jerry thought it was grrrrrreeeeeeaaaaaattttttt!  Hooray! She can't talk.  I don't have to listen.  I told him ( in my just barely voice) that he had to go with me today and do the talking.  You should have seen the look I got...and the reply "You out of your cotton pickin' mind".  I guess that means NO.

I have had this cold trying to get a grip for about 10 days, and when it got nowhere I guess it decided to silence me.  Sure did a good job.  I am definitely silent.  Today should be quite interesting.  I better have lots of pens and paper with me - may have to do my talking the old fashioned way - writing.  I can talk, just barely above a whisper.  Hope it improves during the day.  No sore throat.  No cold.  Just no voice.

Well, have to get moving.  Need to be at the Lodge before 8 a.m., so we have time to eat, then go to the artist's market and get opened up for the day.  Hope we have as good a day today as yesterday.  Will know come 5 p.m. tonight, then the fun part of tearing down the display, loading the van, driving home, unloading the van, and crashing.

Have a great Sunday and God Bless.

CONNECTIONS ..... OCTOBER 08 2011 .......................

Yesterday was a day of connections.  I connected with friends I have only seen a couple of times this year.  I connected with friends for the first time this year.  I connected with other vendors -all part of my vendor family. 

For Oglebayfest weekend, one of the highlights of the entire weekend is a group of us getting together and going to Wilson Lodge at Oglebay for their fall festival breakfast buffet.  It is a celebration of friendship, having a good weekend, and being together.  We laugh.  We talk.  And we eat.  Boy how we eat!

For some reason, darned if I know why, I seem to be the one that makes the list of who wants to come for breakfast.  Then I seem to be the one that makes the phone call to the lodge, making reservations for the breakfast.  I usually scope out our friends on Saturday morning, then make the phone call.

When I left last night to come home, I already had 7 on my list that I hadn't even started yet.  No one wants to be left out. 

At this rate I estimate between 15 and 20 for breakfast Sunday.  

As for the day yesterday, there were  lot of folks scoping out what was what, planing on returning Saturday and/or Sunday to do their real shopping.  Sales started out pretty slow, but by the end of the day, sales were better than expected.  And yess, I will see many of the same people all three days. 

When I got home last night made a big pot of home-made chili to take with me today, to feed all my neighbors lunch.  That is another thing that Kay and I like to do, sometimes it is Kay, other times it is me.  So today we will have chili for lunch.

Vicki always brings donuts.  The festival staff has coffee and donuts and water also for all vendors, no charge.  Also after the festival last night we were treated to a great "thank you for being here" supper in the Mansion House.   I was quite full and quite tired by the time I crashed last night, but it was a good day.  What more could you ask for?

Just getting everything organized to take with me today - chili, crackers, shredded cheese, bowls and spoons (the throw-away kind), and, of course, me.  Me is the most important thing of all.  Otherwise, no chili, no one to mind my booth, no one to help put the sides of the tent up and let them down tonight.  Makes me sound important anyway.  Dream on!
on!  Maybe I'll even see some of you there today.  Don't forget the parade is at 10 a.m.

Have a good weekend and God Bless.

GETTING READY ...... OCTOBER 07 2011 .......................

Oglebayfest opens today.  I spent all afternoon yesterday at the park, getting my display set up and ready for business today.  Just have a few last minute clean-ups to do, and, hopefully, I will be ready.

Weather forecast is for picture-perfect weekend.  If that holds true, the park will be so crowded you will have to fight your way through the crowds just to get to the rest-room.  Forget food.  The lines will be long, long, longer.  We usually take our own. 

Touched base with several friends I haven's seen since last year's Oglebayfest.  Had a lot to talk about.

When I got home last night, Jerry had mowed the front yard.  He wanted to show me something.  And it had to be Sam's fault.  A section of the yard was all dug up, a big section.  It was caused by the deer.  They picked a section of the yard and did their number, pawing, pulling up the grass, just making a real mess.  Holes everywhere. 

Why do I say it is Sam's fault?  Obviously the deer have seen her digging for buried treasure, and decided it looked like fun, let's see what we can find. 

The soap opera never ends.  Am cutting this short today, as I need to be rollin'.  Can't help but wonder what I will find when I come home tonight.

Have a great Friday and God Bless.

BURIED TREASURE -- GOLD OR GRUNGE?  ........  OCTOBER 06 2011.............

This is about Sam - again!!! - the dog, not a man.

I think this dog has to be mentally retarded - or a genius.  You tell me which. 

First there was the colored ink cartridge caper.  Second where she fell head-first into a snowdrift.  We are now on number three.  I wonder how many more there will be?

I have mentioned we have a portion of our yard fenced in (6 foot high), with a, what is now a dog shelter, used to be a horse shelter, wooden floor ( the horses had dirt) and two dog houses (the horses just had the shelter.

This was Jerry and my project, taking the horse shelter down piece by piece, moving it from the pasture to the fenced in yard, and re-assembling said shelter.  I think the worst damage I did to Jerry on that project was dropping a board (it was was heavy, I am old, sort of) on Jerry's hand.  He did a couple of real fancy dance steps.

The shelter is assembled.  He even had me paint the outside of it.  Doesn't look too bad.  All around this shelter is (or maybe I should say "was") grass.  Good grass.  Green grass. Even got mowed every so often by Jerry.  What more could a couple of dogs want?  Stupid question.

This entire spring, summer, and fall we have had lots and lots of rain.  The ground is soaked.  Really really soaked.  Under the grass is nothing but mud, lots of mud.

So, Sam, being Sam,  decided to start digging.  And digging.  And digging. 

Our dogs are house dogs - unless hunting rabbits - but they go out 2 - 3 times a day when the just have to go, then back into the house.  For the last couple of weeks Sam is digging.  Holes everywhere.  Shallow holes.  Deep holes.  Muddy holes.   Muddy dog.  You should see her feet.  And her legs.  When she is ready to come in she is mud almost to her belly, which isn't saying too much.  Sam likes to each.  Her belly seems to get closer to the ground every year.  We have even put her on a diet, Coco also, although he is not over-weight.  We used to give the dogs each 1/2 a can of dog food in the morning and the other half in the evening.  Now they only get 1/4 of a can morning and 1/4 in the evening. Poor Coco is getting penalized because of Sam.    

When Jerry would let the dogs out, before Sam could come in the door he would grab her and wipe her down.  Got rid of most of the mud, but left muddy footprints in the laundry room, hallway, and kitchen.   Guess who got to mop the floor.  It definitely was not Sam, or Jerry.
I decided this was ridiculous.  Beyond ridiculous.  So far she hasn't found the gold she is searching for,  just the grunge.

So, being the smart cookie that I am - even if no one else believes it, I do - I got a small bucket.  Actually is is a plastic tub that ice cream comes in.  I have several of them handy for various projects, and I decided that Sam was definitely a project.

Into this small bucket I put water, about half full.  Not warm water, cold water.  She does not deserve warm water.

When she is ready to come in, I take the bucket out onto the patio.  She doesn't like this at all.  I grab her by taking one foot and leg at a time putting it in the water, swishing her foot and leg back and forth, then  dry her off with a towel. Eureka, mud is gone!  We do this one foot at a time until all four feet are clean.  Then and only then does she get to come into the house.

What about Coco?   He doesn't dig.  He doesn't even walk where Sam has turned the yard into mud.  He comes in clean.  He doesn't need to have a foot bath.  Thank goodness.

Right now you don't dare walk into the yard unless it is full daylight.  You never know when you will fall into a hole.  It might even be the hole that goes all the way to China.

Jerry is moaning about having to bring in dirt later this fall when the ground dries out a little bit and filling in the holes.  Sam will just empty them out again.

In the meantime Sam tries to hide when she sees the bucket.  You would think she would get the message, but not Sam.  At least when she comes in after I give her the foot bath, I don't have to mop the floor.

The picture I am attaching here is of Sam, just before she ran off the edge of the patio and went head first into the snow drift.  She was not a happy camper that day either.

Be glad you don't have to give your dog a foot bath, and God Bless.

TELEPHONE-ITIS....OCTOBER 05 2011............

Do you ever have a day that you feel as though the telephone has been permanently glued to your head?

The 25 years I worked at my real job (doing payroll for the county) the phone was glued to my ear.  Questions about paychecks.  "Why didn't I get paid for all my sick days"  You had already used most of your sick days.  Ditto for vacation pay.  Just because the balance on your last check stub said you have 4 vacation days remaining and you used 5, you wondered why you got docked for a day...

Oh, I could go on and on and on.  But for this reason I still do not like using the telephone.  Some days my phone never rings.  I don't miss it at all.  I can handle making appointments, handling business, etc., but just to chit-chat - a little bit is fine.  But then there was yesterday.

I think it was a "let's see how many times I can ring, watching her trying to get to the phone" kind of day. 

Don't get me wrong.  I dearly love my family and friends.  But I much prefer that they don't ALL call the same day.  I think there was a conspiracy yesterday, as they all called the same day.

First of all my First Data rep called me.  They had re-programed my credit card machine on their end, now it was my turn.  It took 45 minutes of me having my phone on speaker as she walked me through all the steps so that my CC machine would work properly. 

I AM back in business.

Next a family member phone call - which lasted almost an hour.  Now it was lunch time.

Of course while I was eating, I got two phone calls, one to remind son Jerry of an appointment, then one to remind me of an appointment.  So much for a hot lunch.

Mid-afternoon, another phone call from a family member, another 30-35 minutes.  Please don't mis-understand, I love hearing from all the friends and family, it just seems so funny they all call the same day, and for the next week my phone probably won't even ring.

I did get through supper with no interruptions.  I did phone a friend that I had been wanting to get in touch with for a couple of weeks, finally remembered that to get in touch with her I had to pick up the phone.  Silly me.

Got her voice mail.  Left a message.  Had just hung up when phone rang.  Thought it was her calling back.  Wrong.  It was another friend, I hadn't talked to  for a couple of weeks, we had a lot of ground to cover.  By now my ear is getting over-heated.

While I am talking to her, my phone beeps, letting me know there is another call coming in.  After I finish my conversation, I access my voice mail.  The friend I had called earlier was returning my call.


How much do you want to bet that my phone will not ring at all today, or Thursday.  It if rings on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday I will not be here to contend with it.  Good luck Jerry.

Now for happier things.  I received notification yesterday of a 3 day bus trip to Sleepy Hollow New York the end of the month that still had seats available.  Called Nancy.  If she can change her doctor's apt. we want to sign up.  Sounds like a really nice trip.  Will keep you posted. 

In the meantime enjoy the sunshine we are supposed to have for the next several days, and God Bless.

RAIN RAIN GO AWAY.......OCTOBER 04 2011.....................

I think I have forgotten what the sun looks like.  I really really hope the weather "forecasters" know what they are talking about for this coming weekend.  It is Oglebayfest weekend, one of my biggest shows of the year.  It is outside.  We need sunshine.

Seems like every time I turn around I hit a problem head-on.  I have a credit card machine.  I take credit cards for sales I have made at festivals.  I take down the info at the festival, then when I get home I in-put the info into the CC machine so that I get paid.  Works great.  Especially since the majority of my sales are paid by CC.  I have had a total of 2 checks this year, otherwise all sales are cash or credit.

My CC machine works by being connected to my phone line.  However we have had so many problems with our outdated, falling apart phone line, that we really had to go wireless.  Works great for telephone service.  Not at all with the CC machine.

One step forward, 13 steps backwards. 

Talked to my First Data rep, Jodi.  She has been great.  Working with her and folks on that end I now have my CC machine working through the Internet.  It took some doing.  They had to reprogram everything from their end for my account, then just this morning Jodi called and walked me through reprogramming on my end.  Then we ran a test credit card sale .. eureka, I am now back in business.

After Covered Bridge Festival I went to a neighbor's house to submit my CC sales using their phone line.  However they are now wireless also.  Scratch that neighbor.

My brain is definitely over-flowing, I just cannot keep absorbing new technology.  What ever happened to simple and easy? 

So much for that.  Right now things on an even keel, so thought I would share a few pictures with you taken on my trip to Smicksburg.

This picture, and the next one were taken at the Country Store area.  The sign on the fence reads WHAT HAPPENS IN THE OUTHOUSE STAYS IN THE OUTHOUSE.  So yes, this is a picture of an outhouse.

I actually have sold, and still sell, pictures of outhouses to folks decorating with the outhouse theme.  Obviously they never had to use one.

This is an old wagon wheel, and the pretty scenery around this country store.  The next picture is of a perfect fall scene taken at the Winery. 

You can see how wet it was, the pumpkins were so clean.  This last picture is of the grape-vines in their vineyard.  It is from these vines that they make their different wines.  I loved the Chocolate Covered Cherries wine.  I believe I did mention I brought a bottle home with me.  I am not real big on wine, but occasionally find one I really like.  This was one.

Water was standing everywhere, you had to watch where you walked or you were ankle-deep in water.  It always amazes me how straight their rows are.  I can't make a straight row in my garden, even with I put up stakes, and string cord.  Jerry just looks at my rows and shakes his head.  He keeps telling me to keep them straight, it is a real challenge to run the roto-tiller through my garden.  But somehow he manages. 

Well, enough rambling for today.  Keep your fingers crossed that the weekend will be nice weather-wise and God Bless.

YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN HIS FACE!!...OCTOBER 03 2011.......

It was priceless.  You had to be there to believe it.  What on earth am I talking about.  Well, it is about when I "passed on", my obituary in the paper, and life as I know it.  Sounds complicated.  Sort of.  Sad - not at all, mostly funny.

To tell this story I have to back up a bit.  I have mentioned many times my vendor friends, how much we look forward to seeing each other at the different festivals.  These folks are no exception.

I have known John and Nancy for many years, seeing each other 3 - 4 times a year.  We have had our tents next to each other at Covered Bridge Festival for quite a long time, we know exactly what to expect from each other.  No surprises in store.  We talk and laugh all weekend, help each other when necessary, it is good.

I think it was two years ago (2009) in July when I was at Washington Hospital visiting a friend.  I was sitting there talking to her when one of the volunteers came rambling by with the cart of goodies - snacks, newspapers, combs, tooth brushes, you know the drill.

Today it happened to be John.  He volunteers when free.  I waved and said HI!  He just stared at me, and the expression on his face was priceless.  I couldn't describe "the look" if my life depended on it.  Little did I know.

He continued on, I continued with my visit, went home, life went on.  Fast forward now to September, and Covered Bridge Festival.

I arrive on Friday as I normally do about noon to get my tent set up and my display ready for Saturday and Sunday.  John and Nancy are there, they had just arrived.

The minute I got out of the van they rushed over saying "You're alive You're alive!!!" and big grins on their faces.  What on earth????  I didn't know I was dead!!!  Maybe I had better pinch myself.

Then they went on to explain.

In late spring of that year they had seen an obituary in our local paper about the death of a woman named - you guessed it - Martha - I'm not sure of her last name - but John and Nancy were convinced it was me.

They were sorry about my passing on, but really sorry and worried about what their "new neighbor" at the C.B. festival would be like.  They didn't know what to expect. 

The day John saw me in the hospital visiting my friend almost caused him to have a heart attack.  Nancy told me he came rushing into the house upon arriving home, shouting "she's alive - she's alive!.  What on earth was he talking about.  Then he told her about seeing me at the hospital.

So now even though it is two years later it is still a running joke between us.  Do we have fun or what?

Where else are you going to find the eclectic group of friends as my vendor friends.  I wouldn't trade them for the world.

So, don't always believe what you read, never make assumptions, keep an open mind, and God Bless.

SMICKSBURG.....OCTOBER 02 2011..................................

Yesterday was a good day.  A wet day, but good.  Smicksburg is a very neat Amish community in Indiana County Pa.  We saw a lot, had a bus completely full - not one open seat.  It was a good group, we had a good time.

It never actually stopped raining the entire day.  This was Smicksburg's Fall Harvest Festival weekend, which was a complete wash-out.  Many vendor's had not arrived, because of the rain, and the few tents that were up just sat there in the rain.  There were no browsers.  Except for us goofy bus riders, there were hardly any folks on the street.

Our time had been scheduled to spend a portion in the 13 buildings which comprised the Smicksburg Amish community, with the afternoon free to roam the festival site, listening to the music, checking out the vendors and what they had to offer, and eating lunch.  Scratch that.

We did spend a little more time in the different attractions than had been  scheduled, did have a little free time where we had choices of what we wanted to do.  It was disappointing, but also a good trip.  I still spent money.

No 1 - Yoders Country Living Shop.  There I bought 2 jars of goodies - Blackberry Jam and Garlic Herb Jelly.  Never heard of that one, but am always willing to try something new.  Looks interesting, sounds interesting, hopefully will taste interesting.

No 2 - The Chocolate Shop.  Just what it says.  They make their own chocolate, so many different chocolates you head is spinning.  They also carried bulk items, so bought a bag of tapioca - the fine granule kind.  Love tapioca pudding, so guess what.  Am planning on that for desert tonight.

No 3 - Downtown Smicksburg Amish Country.  Also just what it says.  Furniture of all styles and shapes and sizes, hand-crafted, and beautiful.  No, I didn't buy anything there, figures the bus driver would frown on me bringing home a new bedroom suite, or some such thing.

No 4 - Village Eatinghouse Sampler - where they served specialty sandwiches, quiche, soups, salads and desserts.  I had planned on bringing home a couple of apple dumplings for us for tonight, but they were sold out.  So much for that.

No 5 - The Drying Shed - a 6 room house full of country crafts, gifts and framed country prints.  There again I did not buy, I am trying to down-size my home, not up-size it.

No 6 - Country Cupboard -complete with jams, jellies, jewelry, and stuff.  That may be where I bought my "Bowlby Bits", a snack item made out of ground pecans and stuff, formed in small squares to snack on.  Something new to try.  I sampled a couple when I got home, they are very good.

No 7 - Amish Wedding Feast - where if so inclined you could purchase a complete Amish wedding meal.  I passed on this.  Was looking forward to our supper last night on our way home. 

No 8 - the Country Shed - There again a mix of Primitive country crafts, rustic antiques, a neat place to visit, but nothing I could not live without.

No 9 - Smicksburg Pottery - Nice stuff, but not a very large selection.  There again very nice, but nothing I could not live without.

No 10 - Primitive Peddler - Just what the name says, although there were some very nice antiques.

No 11 - Country Junction Restaurant - I did not make it in there.  Supposed to have very good home made food and breads.

No 12 - Green Tree Lumber Structures - specializing in storage sheds.  Again I passed.

The Smicksburg Community Cheese factory was shortly before we arrived at the Vineyards.  Of course I had to buy some of their cheese!

No 13 - Windgate Vineyards and Winery.  I did enjoy this, and also had my lunch there.  In addition to the winery they had a gift shop and an antique display.  I participated in the wine tasting, and the one I really liked was named CHOCOLATE COVERED CHERRIES.  I did splurge and buy a bottle of this to bring home, plus bought a Christmas gift.  You can see from the picture below how it was raining and foggy.

I did see a lot of the Amish buggies flying by, clip-clopping, water splashing.  As you can see, it was quite wet, and quite deserted.

By the time we all re-boarded the bus around 5 p.m., we were cold, wet, and getting hungry.  45 minutes down the road we arrived in Kittanning Pa, and at the Allegheny Mariner Restaurant, right next to the Allegheny River, which was running quite high.  The restaurant was lovely, the food great, and then it was time to head for home.

By the time we got back to Waynesburg, and I got home it was after 10 p.m., quite a long day, a very wet day, but a good time day.  What helped make it a good time day were the folks in charge of the tour and the folks riding the bus.  It was a great bunch of people, all ages, all had good sense of humor, no complainers, no late returners, just a nice bunch of people.

Sorry I didn't get this posted earlier, but was tired last night, late getting to bed, late getting up this morning, so this had to wait until I returned from Church and ate my lunch. 

Bus trips can be a lot of fun, and very informational.  I thoroughly enjoy them and look forward to the next one, where-ever and when-ever it will be.  In the meantime, stay warm and dry and God Bless.

FAMOUS LAST WORDS ...... OCTOBER 01 2011.......................

How many times have you uttered those famous last words, only having to eat them later?  Join the club.  You would think that by now I would keep my mouth shut.  Yeah, right.  Open mouth, stick in foot, or some such thing.

For the last couple of years my knees - yes both of them - have been bothering me.  I have tried to ignore this as bad knees is an old lady thing.  I'm not getting any younger, but really don't feel like an OLD LADY.  One of these days I will tell you the story of my "Death" and "Obituary". 

This year the left knee has gone over-board in the pain department on some days.    Finally I had to break down and make an appointment with the Orthopedic group in Washington.  Woe is me.

When I mentioned this to Jerry, he shrugged his shoulders and informed me I would probably get cortisone shots.  Now open mouth.

"They're not giving me cortisone shots!.  I have heard too many horror stories about the excruciating pain connected with the shots, and that they really don't do any good.  Not me!"

So bright and early yesterday morning I am at the doctors, filling out about 10 dozen forms.  You would think I was getting a physical to fly to the moon or some such thing.  I thought computers were supposed to do away with all the paper work.  Silly me.

Upon completion young man, I guess he was an aid, took me to an examining room and got my history of the pain in my knees.  Told him some days not too bad, other days, REALLY bad, especially left knee.  From there I went to X-ray, just a couple of doors down the hall.

Talk about computers and machines, you could not imagine this X-ray machine.  I never saw anything that compares to it.  First you stood facing a white board from mid-thigh to the floor.  Bend left knee.  Hold it.  Fine.  Bend right knee.  Hold it.  Fine.  Now turn sideways.  Right knee bent, left knee behind you.  Turn other way.  Left knee bent,  right knee behind you.  Next you stand with your back to the board   Hold it. Fine.  We are finished.  I'll bet it took less than 5 - yes I said 5 - minutes.

Back to the exam room and the real doctor appeared, and there were the X-ray pictures of my leg bones on the screen.  What a scary sight. 

Knee replacement will be done eventually, but not yet.  There is a set of rules that you have to follow first.  Because of insurance.  What else?  Unless you are rolling around on the floor, writhing in pain, tears streaming down your face, you have to follow the rules.

First - CORTISONE shots.  You heard me.  Second - Lubrication shots.  Third knee replacement.

I told the doctor right away about my concerns regarding cortisone shots, the pain, no relief, etc., etc.  He told me when he gives the shots they are virtually pain-free as he adds lydacaine, spell-check didn't knowwhat to do with this word,  (a numbing med) to counteract the pain.  I would feel a pin prick, a tingling, and a band-aid.  Some shots don't help.  Some help for a few weeks, then another shot.  Some will help up to several months before another shot.

Once the cortisone is no longer giving relief, they start with the lubricating shots.  These are VERY HIGH PRICED and the doctor will have to get permission from the Insurance Co to administer these shots so they will be covered. 

Once these shots are no longer effective, surgery, in all probability, will be scheduled.

I really like this doctor, had the cortisone shot.  He was right, pin prick, tingling, band-aid.  Piece of cake. 

Now, how am I going to admit to Jerry that I agreed to the cortisone shots?  I am anxious to see if it does help, and for how long.  I do know that right now, this morning, I am not having the degree of pain I have been having.  Who knows?

Now it is about time to leave for where the bus will pick me up for the trip to Smicksburg.  Right now the knee is feeling pretty good.  Have a good day and God Bless.

GOING...GOING...GONE!!! -- SEPTEMBER 30 2011

That's right.  September is all but gone.  October just around the bend.  What happened?

Tim told us Wednesday evening that he had taken his first load of Black Angus cows to the packing house that day.  For years now we have gotten half a beef every fall, and daughter Rebecca the other half for her family.

Tim has a list of beef buyers every year, and a list of folks waiting to be added, as he will only sell so many cows each year. 

So come Tuesday of next week I will have to remember to call Mike's Packing and place my order as to how many steaks per package, how much ground beef per package, how big I want my roasts, etc.  Then about ten days later we pick up our packaged and frozen beef, enough to last us all year.  And mighty good it is.

So yesterday afternoon I took what little we had remaining from last year's beef plus pies and other stuff out of the upright freezer, putting as much as I could in the chest freezer (as the chest is full of fish, Jerry's and Mike's from their Alaska fishing expedition - it is also a small chest freezer) piled the remainder on the floor of the family room, and covered with quilts, etc. to keep it frozen.

It doesn't take the up-right freezer long to defrost, so got that done, cleaned, and ready for new meat.  Re-loaded the upright and got it sort of organized.  Not a hard job - just time consuming.  But at least now that is out of the way, and we will eat very "high on the beef" for the next year.  You really do get spoiled.

I got the above picture last November while down in West Virginia.  All that hoar frost, and one lone black cow. 

It is cool out, the wind blowing, gray clouds everywhere, not looking like a great day, again.......  I guess this area is breaking records left and right pertaining to the weird weather we have had all year.  I hate to even think what winter will bring.  I may not leave the house until next spring!

Well, have some early morning appointments today, so better get myself in motion, sort of, and get ready to head out. 

Everyone have a great day and God Bless.

MEN 102 and 103.....SEPTEMBER 29 2011........................

If I remember correctly, I gave the lesson on MEN 101 a few days ago.  Well today, it will be Men 102 and Men 103. 

Men 102 - and NO I am not men-bashing - just stating the facts.  What would they do without their "little old ladies" (and NO ONE BUT NO ONE gets to call ME  a Little Old Lady), meaning Mothers, wives, significant others, whatever.

MEN 102

I am sitting back relaxing watching one of my favorite TV shows last night (I deserved to sit back and relax as I finished digging my potatoes yesterday afternoon) when a very panicky Jerry walks into my space.

Local taxes on the properties are due by the last day of September.  The tax collectors have a West Alexander mailing address.  We have a West Alexander mailing address.  duh!! No brainer!!  We still have 2 days to go.  How long can it take a piece of mail to go from W.A. to W.A.?

Anyhoo he had written the checks, put them in their addressed envelopes, placed a stamp on them, laid them down, and forgot about them.  This is where I come in.

He is wanting to know if I would run them in to the post office this morning and ask them if they could please see that they were delivered by tomorrow, which is the last day of September.  

So at 8 a.m. this morning I am at the post office.  Handed them personally to the little gal behind the counter, asking if they would be delivered by tomorrow.  She stamped them right then and there, and as they were still sorting the mail, they would be delivered today.  More points for me.  Believe me, I am keeping tab.  One of these days.........

This is Jerry at his surprise 50th birthday party last year.  Why is he all wet?  Water pistols were on the agenda.  Everyone was wet.  But I am meandering.  Back to the real story.

MEN 103

Saturday, October 1st is opening day for deer season - bow hunting.  Jerry, Tim and Steve have been sighting in their bows, getting ready for the BIG DAY.

Last night was "poor me" night - not me me, but Jerry me.  

Steve with wife Cindy, and Tim with wife Kay, are all going out of town for the weekend.  Well, he can still brag to me when he gets his really big buck.

Nada.  I am going on a one day bus trip on Saturday to Smicksburg (Pa Amish country near Punxatawney). 

The whining started.  Poor me. no one will be here but me and the dogs.  Poor me.  I really have to laugh.  See, I really knew what I was talking about when I said that men needed their hands held.

I do have to admit we have quite a few really nice big bucks on the farm.  Jerry has motion triggered cameras in about 6 different locations, and we have some really awesome pictures of some of the big guys.  Frankly I keep hoping the guys will all miss.  they are far too beautiful to be shot down.  But then I am not a hunter and we really do have far too many deer. 

So now you have completed MEN 101, MEN 102, AND MEN 103.  I wonder how many more Men classes I will come up with.  Only time will tell.  Have a good day and God Bless.

??? - !!! - SEPTMBER 28 2011

If I have all this knowledge (see yesterday's blog), then why is my mind a blank today?  Go figure.

If the wether holds - and that is a BIG IF - I will try to get the last row of potatoes dug this afternoon.  This morning I have Wednesday morning Bible Study.  I really enjoy these Wednesday mornings and the discussions we have.  Talk about a dozen different ways of looking at the same thing. 

In case you're wondering - no I did not go snorkling.  I visited an aquarium.  Much less stress this way.  And I really don't need any stress in my life, there is no time, too many other things to do. 

Also on the agenda is pictures for Oglebayfest.  I have them all printed and matted.  Now I have to label each one with 2 labels - first the category complete with description (take the above for instance, the label would read Seascapes - Under the Sea - Pittsburgh Pa aquarium), and the second label is my name, telephone and e-mail address.

Once this is completed, the ones I am going to frame go back down to my work area for said framing.  The others that are sold as matted prints are placed in clear plastic bags - which protects the prints from the weather, kids sticky fingers, pop-sicle licking adults dripping, umbrellas (when it is raining) dripping also, wind blowing dust, etc., etc., etc.

Luckily at Oglebay I will be in one of their big tents, along with Russ, Kay, and Vicki, the four of us will be together.  Party time!  On either Saturday or Sunday - depending on what Kay is doing - I will be taking a large pot of chili down for us to graze on while we are working. 

Not only do we graze on what we take, we visit all the food vendors (they always have samples for you to try), and we try them all, sometimes two or three times if we are not really busy.  Most of the food vendors know us by name.  I can't imagine why.

Well getting time to leave for B.S.  Have a great Wednesday and God Bless.

POTATOES, BOOKS, AND KNOWLEDGE.......SEPTEMBER 27 2011

First - about potatoes.  I got lucky.  Yesterday afternoon the garden had dried out enough for me to get another row of potatoes dug.  Filled another three buckets.  Only one row left to go, but will not be doing it today as we got over three quarters of an inch of rain last night into this morning.  It will be a mud hole.  I guess i get to do other stuff today.

Like mat pictures, clean the house, let the dogs out, let the dogs in, feed the cats, let the dogs out, let the dogs in, fix lunch, let the dogs out, let the dogs in.  No napping for me.  I haven't figured out why the dogs can be by themselves ALL DAY when no one is here, but HAVE TO GO every five minutes when I am home.  Guess they know what buttons to push.

Second - about books.  I sold my last IF ONLY I COULD TALK book at the Covered Bridge Festival.  I have four more major festivals coming up between now the the second weekend in November.  Panic button!  Placed an order with - who else - Double Edge Press.  Was notified that shipment was made yesterday.  Yea!  I'll have a new supply of books to show and, hopefully, sell along with my pictures next weekend (October 7-8-9) at Oglebayfest, one of the fantastic festivals held annually at Oglebay Park in Wheeling.

I am also beginning my list of folks that want to be notified when my third, and last, volume of the TALK books is released, hopefully in time for Christmas.  That was the main reason I started blogging, I love writing, especially non-sense, and upon finishing my books, blogging gave me an outlet for "spouting off", as my Mother would have put it.

Third - about knowledge.  Just exactly what is knowledge.  The dictionary informs you that knowledge is:  acquainted with facts, having ability to know facts and information.

Another area is knowledgeable.  Just exactly what is knowledgeable.  Again the dictionary informs you that knowledgeable is: the state of being intelligent.

But the description of having knowledge is one I received today, and I just had to share it with you.




Finally!  At long last!  Now I know why I am what I am.  I just have sooo much information rolling around in my head that is overflowing. 

So there you have it.  Potatoes, Books, and Knowledge.  I am sure you have really really been wanting me to write on the above three subjects, so today you should be really really happy.

Enjoy and God Bless.

GOOD THINGS....AND NOT SO GOOD THINGS....SEPTEMBER 26 2011

For every good thing there is something not quite so good.

Good things first.

Last night the Steelers pulled it out of the hat again, they make you watch clear down to the final seconds to score that winning field goal or touchdown.  Last night was no exception. 

Also last night were the season openers of two of my favorite shows (which used to be on during the week, have been changed to Sunday night) and guess what.  Last night the Steelers were scheduled for one of their few Sunday night games.  Bummer!  Both shows left you hanging last spring.

That should have been a good thing.  Not!  I had two TV's going at the same time, the one in the living room (HD) for the football game, the one in the dining room (not HD) for the two shows THE GOOD WIFE and CSI MIAMI.  So I am bouncing back and forth.  Jerry's is watching the football game in high def, don't you dare touch that remote!  So I behaved, I went back and forth. 

One question.  Football is football.  Breaks are not scheduled for a certain time so they can show their commercials.  So how on earth do they manage to have their commercials at the same time as the regular shows, which have theirs scheduled for a certain time?  What do they do, freeze the players in place so they can cut to a commercial, then un-freeze them when the commercial has ended?

It never fails to amaze me. 

It is another gloomy, cloudy day, supposed to rain some more.  I wonder if I will ever get my potatoes dug.

Now for a complete change of pace.  I have photographed different murals throughout the years, and some of the best I have ever found are in Steubenville Ohio, painted on various buildings.

I thought I would close out this blog with one depicting the steel industry (as at one time the Ohio Valley was very busy with steel mills all up and down the river).

These murals are quite awesome.  If you are ever in the Steubenville area take the time to drive into town and check them out. 

So enjoy your fall day, try to stay dry, and God Bless.