Monthly Archives: October 2011

We Gather Together

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We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing; He chastens and hastens His will to make known;
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing, Sing praises to His name: He forgets not his own.

With November literally just around the corner I find myself getting into that “holiday mood.” As I get older I am started to find that this time is more and more bittersweet. As I have gotten older there are fewer of the older generations there and  the younger generations are having to divide up the time with their spouses family.

If you had ever had the privilege to spend Thanksgiving with my family, you would have heard this song sung before the meal. I have been thinking a lot about this song lately. Can’t really explain why. There have been times over the last few days I find myself singing it in the car. I just remember as a kid always looking forward to the beginning of our meal and getting to sing with the family.

The Thanksgiving right after my grandfather had passed was probably the hardest year to sing at the table. He wasn’t there to start it. Grandpa did not have a voice the could be overlooked. But even through all the sadness we were still very blessed. His legacy was evident in every single chair around that table. The holidays are still difficult anytime a loved one is no longer there, but their love and memory is forever present with us.

Our holiday meals are always a grand affair. There was always the dreaded kids table, which you realized wasn’t so bad once you moved to the adult table and they just sat there FOREVER talking and drinking coffee. Then there were the few years we thought we were Amish and had men at one table and women at the other. Now, it’s pretty much just get you butt in a chair and park it.

The food alone is spectacular. My Aunt Irma makes her rolls and you need to make sure to grab two the first time because it may be the only chance. Our cornbread dressing recipe is my favorite. I have becomes mom’s expert “nose” for this recipe. She says I can tell how much Sage needs to be added. It’s pretty much inevitable though that it will either be “too dry or too moist” though. As for me I just dump more gravy on it and go at it.

Even will all the wonderful food and family, I have to say my favorite part of Thanksgiving is the day after. Yes, Black Friday. The day that strikes fear in the heart of most people. All the women in the family would get up and go shopping, all day. I can’t tell you the numerous memories I have being smooshed into someone’s car and heading to the mall/malls. The only year that was tough was when I had to be in a wheelchair for a severely sprained ankle and kept getting pushed into clothing racks. Our shopping trips were just a fun time for all the girls to get together.

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Musings for Monday

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I can not claim any creativity when it comes to this list, but I loved what it had to say. Enjoy!

 

1. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I’m pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind-of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren’t going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don’t want to have to restart my collection…again.

13. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

15. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

16. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Light than Kay.

17. I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.

18. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

19. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or understand a word they said?

20. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!

21. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

22. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.

23. The first testicular guard, the “Cup,” was used in Hockey in 1874 and the first helmet was used in 1974. That means it only took 100 years for men to realize that their brain is also important.

 

 

His Idea of Compromise

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Pat and I took a “mini-moon” to Key West last week. His sister was on there R&R and we met up with her, Pat’s mother and grandmother. We had a wonderful time and I have a lot to write about later. First, I wanted to share this story about our trip to the Hemingway House. If you have never been to the Keys and plan on going at some point I highly recommend going and visiting here. There is such a ambiance to this place that you can fully vision Ernest roaming around the gardens or writing his latest manuscript in the upstairs study.

Before I tell you the story I need to give you a little background. The picture below is the pool that was constructed at the Hemingway House between 1937-38. It was the first pool constructed in Key West. While this pool was being built Ernest was in Spain covering the Spanish Civil War as a correspondent. His second wife, Pauline Pfeiffer, was overseeing the construction and when all was said and done the cost of the pool was $20,000. Now, Pat and I figured out what that amount would convert to today and the total was over $322,000.

When Ernest came home he was livid. He could not believe that Pauline had the audacity to spend his money so extravagantly. Standing outside near the newly poured patio he flipped Pauline a penny out of his pocket and said “You have spent all my money so you might as well take my last cent.” Pauline proceeded to pick up the penny and place it into the newly poured cement where it has remained ever since.

You would think the story stops there, but it doesn’t. Of course everything is hear say unless you were there, but from what  I gathered Ernest and Pauline had a pretty tumultuous relationship. From the stories I heard they were always bickering about something.

There is a bar in Key West made famous with the help of Ernest named Sloppy Joe’s. Joe “Josie” Russell (owner) and Ernest became very close friends, and you can read more about it here. In 1937, Joe decided to relocate the bar to today’s current location on the corner of Greene and Duvall Street. (Side note : The reason Joe left his old location was due to the fact the builder owner raised his rent from $3 to $4. Joe got mad at this and left.)

When Ernest found out about the bar moving he asked Joe to let him know the final day because he wanted to take an item from the bar. The last day came and Ernest walked out of the bar with a urinal from the men’s restroom. He proceeded to the house and set the urinal just to the right of the newly built pool. Now, Ernest loved cats and to this day there are decedents of his 6 toed felines roaming around the estate. He decided that this urinal would be a fantastic watering trough for them.

Pauline was furious at him and tried in vain to “spruce” up the eye sore 15 feet from her pool. She had Spanish tile placed on the front and an olive jar from Cuba placed on top. Finally, she had enough. She pointed at the urinal and said, “I entertain people out on this patio and that monstrosity has to go.” Ernest looked at her then pointed at the $20,000 pool and said, “When you get rid of yours, I’ll get rid of mine.”

To this day the urinal and the pool have remained neighbors on the patio.

In loving memory…

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FAYETTEVILLE, NC – Our little remote came in to our lives August 2nd of 2010. It was amazing what joy a little device could bring into one’s life. After moving to North Carolina in July of last year I did not have cable or internet for a month. Normally, I would say this should not be considered a “trial or tribulation” but not having a job and sitting at home all day was really starting to get on my nerves. There were only so many movies in the house that I cared to watch (some for the 100th time already).

And then the day that this little device was lovingly placed in my hands. I knew then that I was going to be okay. I was given the chance to join the “living” once more. The days that I was sick in bed to the days that were spent in pure lazy bliss, this little device made it all possible. And then tragedy struck….

We had departed from the house on a Saturday afternoon. Our only plans for the day were to visit with our friends and their family who were visiting from out-of-town. They live just around the corner from us and we decided Urban would be fine left out of his crate. At some point in the afternoon Urban and Bedroom Remote must have really had a tussle. I can’t say for certain what happened. Maybe Urban got upset that the TV was on the Hallmark channel or that Bedroom Remote was in his spot on the bed. I just know that this was the ghastly scene that I came home to.

In loving memory of Bedroom Remote 08/02/10 – 10/08/11
You forever changed our lives, and will be sorely missed.

                                                                        

This week’s 3 things…

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A wishbone…There are so many holiday projects that I am hoping to tackle this season. I have got the crafting bug and it is definitely  bitten me hard this year. Especially with my latest Pinterest discovery. I am telling you people if you are not on this site you are severely missing out on some creative ideas. If you want an invite send me your email and I will send an invite. Keep in mind also to be checking the Sunday paper for coupons to JoAnn Fabrics, Michael’, Hobby Lobby etc.

 

 

 

A backbone…Not going to lie this week has been really tough. Honestly, I have just been in a foul mood all week. Half because I am sick and half because I am tired of being “put on hold” right now with our life. I know I know. It’s the Army. You hurry up and wait…nothing is certain but change….Blah blah blah. Well, you know what it stinks, and this is my “backbone” moment to complain about it. Thank you, I am now done.

 

 

 

A funny bone…Okay, this is why little babies at Halloween are stinking cute. I am so doing this to my child FYI!

Pining Over Pinterest

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I feel a bit betrayed. Not going to lie. Here I think I am finding some nifty crafting ideas, home recipes, and other interesting tidbits in the blogging community. Do you know what I discovered? I was wrong. I happened across a friend’s Facebook status today and she mentioned Pinterest. Um, what it that? I had no idea, so me being me I Googled it.

Pinterest.com is like a Mecca for blogging ideas. Literally everything from crafts, recipes and so so much more. I spent half the afternoon on sensory overload. I felt like every time I refreshed the page there were 10 more crafts I had to “repin” on my board.

If you are into finding some awesome creative home decorating ideas this is the place to be. I have hardly had time to explore other areas yet but so far I am thrilled.

Once you sign up you really should check out this tutorial about how to use the site. It definitely helped me. I just sat there for the first few minutes and had no idea where to start or what to do. Also on the right hand side of this blog there is a “Follow Me on Pinterest” button in which you can see ideas I am saving to my boards for later use.

Now, go! Have fun!

Muddy Paws and Flies

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This past weekend definitely was as busy one. Friday night Pat and I spent the evening shampooing our living room carpet. Between Urban’s paws and our daily life going in and out of that room it was starting to look pretty gnarly. Since Urban’s tail could pretty much be classified as a deadly weapon we have stopped putting drinking glasses on the coffee table and have moved the candles way out of his reach.

We had to strategically plan this cleaning session. We had to wait till later on in the evening so we could move all the furniture out. Well, minus the TV stand. I cheated, people. I really didn’t want Pat to have to move that and then reconnect everything. We also needed to wait to be closer to Urban’s bedtime. I was not fighting a 90lb dog who wants to be everywhere you are.

So there we were at 9:30pm cleaning carpets. Okay, I need to rephrase that. There I was at 9:30pm cleaning carpets. I will fully admit Pat was all about using this machine. Unfortunately, he was doing it wrong and I didn’t have the patience to show him the right way. Thus, I took over.

Saturday we all awoke to clean living room. Until….I let Urban outside. Did I mention it had poured the night before? Yeah, didn’t think so. I opened the door to let him back in and it was literally one of those slow motion NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO moments. You know what I am talking about. Before I knew it the living room was covered in muddy paw prints. After a minor temper tantrum. I pretty much stomped my foot and all, we fired the blasted cleaner up again.

Soon later I was off running errands and picking up groceries for the “going away” party we were hosting for a guy Pat works with. I knew we were going to have a lot of people over and there were a few invited I had never met before. This always makes me nervous. Call me old-fashioned but if there are people coming to the house I have never met I want everything to look presentable and food well prepared.

After rushing home and preparing more dishes than I knew what to do with, three o’clock rolled around and I still hadn’t showered. Pat response “Don’t worry no one gets here in time.” Que : knock…knock…knock. Well, there went that. Thankfully it was just Pat’s Lt. and his wife. I know them pretty well so my frazzled appearance wasn’t too embarrassing.

The rest of the day went really well. We had a good turn out.  I do have to side note though, I was disappointed in a few of our friends who didn’t show up. Pat and I always try to make a conscious effort to go to anything they have but I guess the feeling isn’t too mutual. That is the one tough thing about the military life. You make friends with a lot of people but it just isn’t the same. They are there when they are and aren’t when they aren’t. I am now done with my “woe to me” moment.

Sunday I woke up and started going through my normal morning routine. Until I realized our house had been overtaken by flies. Oh moly! I knew a few had made it in through our backdoor constantly opening and closing, but this was insane. Since moving to North Carolina I have been introduced to the bug issues here. Spiders are everywhere and flies aren’t far behind.

Urban who normally loves chasing flies was even overwhelmed. He just sat in the middle of the living room trying to follow every little black body that darted by. I gave it about 5 minutes and gave up. I hoped in the car in search of those fly paper stands.

When I got back home I had 4 rolls of that stick paper and a mission. Two went in the living room and two in the kitchen. There was one hanging in the kitchen I was sure I was going to back into and get my hair caught. Thankfully it didn’t happen. Pat decided him and I were going to have a contest to see whose caught the most flies. He claimed the kitchen rolls as his and I took the living room. He won. I don’t even want to tell you how many flies those things caught.

I still have a few smarter ones buzzing around the house but at least the bulk of the fly plague has been squashed.