Welcome Reader:

Whether you've just now tuned in to my life, or have been keeping up with my inner thoughts for quite some time now,
I welcome you.

Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.

As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.

By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...

...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.

Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Sing and Stroke That Guitar

Sing, girls,
sing the song she wrote
while she strokes the guitar
auntie and uncle gave her for
her 7th birthday,
because she begged,
and because it obviously
meant so much to her.
And here she is,
ready to play her first concert
at Nottingham Day
in front of 30 or so people.

After she sang the first line of her song,
sung loud and clear
to a surprised Mom and Auntie,
her friend
who was brought in
to sing back-up,
chickened out,
so she did, too!
Good first attempt though!
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For Baby Owen

I have a great nephew who is nearing the birthing process.
One of the presents I created for him is this photo
of the new bedroom his Mommy and Daddy
recently painted for him.
As you can see, his name will be OWEN.
What happy, cute, in-love, and soon to be sleep-deprived are his parents!
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Questioning the Lack of Classmates

Present L to R: Paul, Carole, Lisa, & Bobby

here I stand with three other mates from the Class of 1980.
We advertised our get-together with a mailing
and follow-up emails and this is all we netted.

Why don't
more classmates
who graduated
years ago
want to get together and visit?

Are they too busy?
Are they lacking a life?
Are they not confident?
Are they over-confident?
Are they too good?
Are they too bad?

However you want to classify us four, we are at least friendly.
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Balloon Rally Shuffle

Did I tell ya how much fun I had at the Pittsfield Balloon Rally? Usually I run into a few people I know, that I haven't see in a while. This year was no different.

I saw two old classmates slash friends:
Tammy M. and Tracy T. I also saw my Aunt's Barbara and Elsie, but I guess Aunt Barbara is going blind and didn't realize it was me...sad. I also saw someone I didn't want to see, so I snuck around behind him so he wouldn't see me. I can be sneaky like that when I'm forced to.

Anyway, I had a wicked great time! I drove my shiny blue car with my new veteran plates, and chauffeured my husband and my young niece. At one point, we stood directly under a balloon was it was being blown up. So cool!
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Me and hubby restin' on a pumpkin after a looong summer of gardening.
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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Summer's Passed Away

As leaves turn fire red, burnt orange, and citrus yellow, I stop and pause—

Months of yesterdays are mere memories now, for summer’s passed away. Tiny changes shall creep upon us…like goblins, princesses, and super heroes, as children creep from house to house, asking for candy. Adults pretend to be frightened, though happily hand out ‘trick or treats.’ They smile…recalling when they were kids and dressed up like the trendsetters of the day, or in homemade costumes that were artfully arranged oversized clothes.

With fall, wind gusts become the whispering promise of chilly days and nights to come. Days of freezing rain, snow, and sun reflecting off the ice that shines so bright it blinds our winter eyes. Visions of clean, clear icicles hanging off roof edges and sparkling in the sun. How often a Norman Rockwell scene turns into downed wires.

Old man winter looms and the first frost on the pumpkin chills us to the bone…that frost could easily have been snow.

And so I say to you, “GO!”

Go to the cemetery. Go visit loves ones gone before us. Go, sit awhile over the grave of your beloved who left this world before you were ready to say goodbye. Tell a few jokes and end with solemn expressions of love. For it will be a long winter and slow spring thaw…GO, go before a foot or more of snow impedes your path. Go, before it is too late to say fall’s final farewell.

I stroll around the yard picking up summer things and then head to the barn to stow them away until the spring. I look to the trees surrounding my property. In the breeze they sway, in fall’s nature-dance. I am held in God’s sweet trance. Nature, like human life, has a spring, summer, fall…we do well with those months…it is winter some dread. The white hair, the shaky hands, and the shuffling, unsteady feet: humped-over profiles of the elderly have only a cane to lean on in dreary weather. I am young, yet, but other loved ones are not so young and healthy. I wonder if they will survive the winter. No wonder they are shaky. I have seen several loved ones whose winters were short-lived. They are the ones I will bid fall’s farewell to at my local cemetery.

In my childhood, I helped my brothers and sisters build numerous snowmen, perhaps 100 or more. In my forties I’ve built eight. One each year my sweet, young niece graced my presence on some chilly winter day. For six years, I’ve built one snowman per year with my niece. Last year I built two. This year I hope to build three. All of them built with glee. For what can make the heart melt more easily than an innocent child begging, “Build a snowman with me!”

And so I did…and I suggest you do, too. For soon that innocent child grows up, way too fast, and that bundle of joy will no longer beg you to build a snowman…they will beg for car keys…so they can flee from YOU!

As leaves turn fire red, burnt orange, and citrus yellow, I stop and pause—

Months of yesterdays are mere memories now, for summer’s passed away. Tiny changes shall creep upon us…like goblins, princesses, and super heroes, as children creep from house to house, asking for candy. Be like my Uncle John. Don’t just give them one piece of candy…give them the whole bag!

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

A Prayer for You

Dear One,
The sun is shining on this new day...the first day of fall.
Last night I concluded my first bible study on the Book of Esther.
As the title stated..."It's Tough Being a Woman."
During my nine weeks of study I made several new women friends and glad to have met them.
Fear not! With God at your side,
he promises and delivers to you strength, hope, love, comfort, cheerfulness, compassion, praise, and the promise of fulfilling your destiny...if you believe and challenge yourself to recognize your purpose in this life, placed here in this world at 'such a time as this'; you may then fully enjoy your God-given life and make the most of it. If you can be of service and help others along the way, more is the glory to God.
I am still working on figuring out my personal destiny, but ultimately, loving and trusting God and believing in Jesus' sacrifice is the first destiny I've fulfilled. We must accept and believe in the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Live it, breathe it, and spread the word. I'd sure like to see you along side me one day in heaven!
With that said, I now pray that God blesses you and keeps you safe!

Friday, September 18, 2009

The Countdown

is on
To bed early tonight and
at 4:30 in the morning.
Go over
and be sure I have
off to Nottingham Day
and the

Wednesday, September 16, 2009


...I hear now is a good time to buy a GUN...

(I, personally, do not own one)

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Final Prep for Cupcake Contest 2009

Nottingham Day is sneaking up on us...those of us on the committee met one last time tonight. We went through the meeting in less than an hour. Goes to prove everything is (hopefully) all under control. Let us only pray for sunny weather on Saturday (or Sunday).
My cupcake contest is the highlight of MY day there. This year I'm helping my young niece Bri put her entry together..."Pet Parade in Heaven" is her creation...with cotton candy for clouds and a few surprises for the judges.
That is all I can say, as my sister Cheryl is also entering...and mother and daughter are keeping secrets about their respective entries. This year I am not a judge, so I will have more control over the comings and goings and taking pictures...and the new People's Choice Awards! Come vote for your favorites! They'll win a trophy!
Prizes I put together are various cupcake silicone bake ware...butterflies, hearts, and ice cream cone molds. Grand prize winner gets a $25 gift certificate to a bakery in Dover. All the kiddies receive a prize, regardless.
After the cupcake contest is over, as I did last year, I load up the donated cupcakes into a large container and walk up and down and through the hordes of people shouting,
"Cupcakes for sale - $1.00! Cupcakes for sale! Cupcakes!" I walk around repeating this until they are all sold...or eaten, anyway.
If you are nearby, I hope will drop in and visit! If not, I guess you kinda get the picture.
***PS...This may be my last year of volunteerism on this successful project...other duties are begging to be done and my attention is being draw to them. Got to be fair and spread my wealth of volunteerism around. Next, I hope to help the down-trodden.*** 

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Cake Decorating

When I was a kid I liked to bake. It was one of my few domestic enjoyments.
Usually, I baked on Saturday nights while I listened to Lawrence Welk's champagne music as it floated in from our 70's living room. Mostly I baked cookies: chocolate chip and peanut butter. My family looooves peanut butter!
I come from a houseful of bakers. My mother is a baker (and a cook at a nursing home, though she is about to retire after 30 years of service).
All my sisters bake...very well. I'm often treated to their confectionery sweets...I drool over them seconds before popping their desserts into my salivating mouth. YUM!
Because I used to like to bake and haven't done so for a long time, I'm going to begin again. Not only do I plan to make chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies, I have purchased a Wilton cake decorating book, plus frosting bag and attachments. I also bought some specially shaped pans. I will create cakes, brownies, and cookies...and chocolates!
Soon I will begin making mini tea cakes and mini bundt cakes and then full-fledged, awe-inspiring triple layer cakes with perfectionist roses, stars, leaves, and the full gambit of frosting decor delight.
My chocolates will melt in your mouth...and guys will ask me to make chocolates for them to give their sweethearts on Valentine's Day. Gals will ask me to make chocolates for their honey-bunnies in distinct shapes. Kids will want Easter eggs and holiday shapes of delight.
Someday, I will make bridal and baby shower cakes and the ultimate wedding cake.
But for now I will just practice...and eat the mistakes!

Monday, September 7, 2009

Apple Tart or Sweet

From little seeds grew our apple trees.
They were my husband's first, but now they also belong to me.
Year after year we prune, spray, and wait for blossoms to bloom.
Tiny apples grow green while drinking in summer's rain.
Multi-colored birds chirp and sing amid the branches.
Squirrels and chipmunks run and play all day, sleep at night.
The winds of fall bring cooler air and apples turning red.
So now the call goes out to family and friends from near and far.
Come share the bounty, make pies with aromas that make you drool.
Come now for tart apples, but for sweetness, wait a week or two!
Note: First come first served
and if we're not home,
the apple picker leans up against the Mac tree.

Friday, September 4, 2009

Curly Perm

...one moment my hair is thin, straight, and ugly...
...curlers are rolled, purple & white...
...winding my hair close to my scalp...
...a smelly concoction squirted on my rolled-up hair...
...careful! keep that stuff out of my eyes!...
...unroll the curlers...
...hold my breath...
...rinse off the gunk...
...hold my breath...
...dry my hair with a diffuser...
...spin me around in my chair...
...hold my breath in anticipation...
...smile wide at the outcome...
...this moment my hair is thick, curly, and beautiful.
...thanks, jennifer, at halos...

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Creeping Headache

Upon me creeps a headache...
tension in the neck and shoulders...
a mild throbbing that increases in intensity...
more tension...more throbbing...
I think I'm going to be sick...
until the Excedrin Migraine kicks in...
and as mindfully as the symptoms crept up...
they dissipate...
and leave me ready for an afternoon living my life as normal...
Excedrin to the rescue...
a good ole reliable friend.