Tuesday, March 24, 2015

TO A ONE OF A KIND LADY, MY MOM

a grandma and great grandma too

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 

(A lady never tells her age, even when it's a MILESTONE like this one)

"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends desert us; when trouble thickens around us, still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts.” 

from your LOVING family

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

WHERE HAVE ALL THE FLOWERS GONE?


It has been a long, cold harsh winter. Temps were frigid for days on end. Now at long last, they are starting to normalize a bit, warming ever so slightly. Cabin Fever is over because the snow has stopped and I can get out and about. But I decided I was in need of a pick me up. So I went looking for a little spring. Where better to do that, than at the local garden shop. I figured the bright colors and fragrant blooms would lift my spirits and make the winter doldrums go away. However, I discovered nothing but rows and rows of empty shelves at the store, inside and out. No plants or pretty flowers to be had, anywhere. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement for sure. The calendar says spring is here. But the snow still on the ground says not yet. Are you ready for spring? Has it sprung where you’re at?

Monday, March 16, 2015

LUCK OF THE IRISH

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HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY



Thursday, March 12, 2015

SAY CHEESE SMILE... CAKE

It looks yummy, doesn't it?

Sometimes a girl has to do, what she has to do. And in my case that meant SPLURGING on dessert today. Who could resist a piece of White Chocolate Raspberry Cheesecake?  Not me. What about you? Do you indulge your sweet tooth?


For the record,it was delicious. I savored every mouthful. 

Monday, March 9, 2015

DOING MY DUTY


I have been called for Jury Duty this week. It means getting up early. I am a night owl. It means driving downtown. It means parking in a designated place, far away, not in handicapped. It means walking quite a distance to get to the courthouse. Then… more walking to get to the assigned court room. It is up on the second floor. I do not know if they have an elevator? With my mobility issues... not sure I can do this, without collapsing... before I get there. I hope there will be someplace, to sit along the way, and then… while waiting to go inside. Therefore, I am not looking forward to this. Not to mention the fact…. I do not want gruesome images in my mind. In my everyday life, I avoid blood and gore, at all costs. I hate hospitals. I do not watch TV shows or see movies that are violent in nature. I also do not read books or see news footage that is either. So I’m hoping I get picked for a boring civil case and not a murder. Of course since I’ll be sworn to secrecy I won’t be able to share it with you. Maybe the case will get settled before it goes to trial and they won’t need me. Fingers are crossed. I could get lucky. On the other hand, measly as the daily rate is… I could get paid for all this aggravation. I’m wondering what I could buy with my earnings?


Friday, March 6, 2015

UNEXPECTED CIRCUMSTANCES


We all want our children to make their mark on the world in a positive way. And we hope for the best as they grow up. Once they are out on their own, we hold our breath that they will find their way. Sometimes they do, and sometimes they don’t.  And you pray that any problems encountered will be quickly resolved so that there are no lifelong repercussions. Unfortunately, sometimes what you wish for, doesn’t come true. Our forty year old daughter is back home again. She is broke. Quit her last job. Accommodations at our house are modest, to say the least. A sofa bed in a bedroom stacked high with boxes (that ought to be tucked away in a storage area). Her father and I can’t move them because of our own health issues. She says that is fine. She just needs a place to crash and regroup. She is a microbiologist by trade and just can’t seem to put down roots anywhere she goes. The reason why is she spends every dime she makes and never has a backup plan. She has a million complaints about every job she gets. Then, lets health issues get the better of her, always using them as her way out of what she perceives a bad situation, or an excuse to avoid doing something. So our place, here… has become like a revolving door for her. At our ages, (my husband is going to be 76) and with our limited income, here is not a good option, anymore. We now live on Social Security and the income from a part-time job my hubby has. We do not have unlimited funds to help her. But she doesn’t see it that way. In her mind, The Bank of Mom and Dad is always open for business, whatever our age or circumstances. Selfish, right?  It has been anything but pleasant since she arrived. She is prone to emotional outbursts that make us shake in our boots, literally. And we have about reached our wits end with her shenanigans. Rather than trying to find a temporary job so she can start saving some money, she spends all day sleeping or watching TV. She tells us her health problems are keeping her from moving forward. My husband is none too pleased about this turn of events. He has COPD and heart problems, himself... and does not need all this stress. The bottom line is… family is family. You help them when they’re down, no matter the sacrifice. But… he’s right when he says, we’ve gone above and beyond, the call of duty… in that regard for her. Over the years, we have bankrolled her stints in Arizona, Washington, Alaska and Missouri. Years ago, we also paid off her car that was about to be repossessed. Now she has a new one in the same situation. She owes everyone, everywhere, money. She has not been fiscally responsible. We didn’t raise her to be this way. It is breaking our heart she just can’t get her act together. To survive… she says she needs a phone, a car, gas, plus moving and living expenses if she gets a new job out of state . Claims she has one lined up in Alabama. My hubby threatened to have her committed if she didn’t get her head back on her shoulders and start being realistic. WHERE is the money coming from to do this Alabama gig, he asks her? She throws a hissy fit telling him it just will have to materialize. (Fully expecting us to step in and save the day at the last minute.) Why can’t she see, that we can’t foot the bill for all this stuff, at this time in our lives.  I’m caught in a tug of war between her and my husband on a daily basis. I thought the NEW YEAR held promise for us all... but now all I see are setbacks. We have laid down the law to her… get a local job, not the one in Alabama, start saving some money, then go where you like, on your dime. But it’s falling on deaf ears. So what do we do? Do we kick her out on the street if she doesn’t get her butt in gear or continue to endure her wrath when she does not lift a finger to help herself? What would you do?


Saturday, February 28, 2015

CARLE'S IN BUCYRUS A REAL GEM


Located off the beaten path in Ohio, on the Old Lincoln Hwy, in a quaint old town called Bucyrus… there is a neat little place, my hubby and I discovered on the way home from a trip to Maryland. It’s called Carle’s Bratwurst. It is open Monday-Saturday, from 9am-6pm. It has been family owned and operated since 1929. Carle’s boasts having a deli, a small grocery store featuring imported foods and wines. There is a full service butcher counter with a variety of meats. And there is an in house Chef (Wannabe)… who hosts cooking classes, throughout the year for the locals. Carle’s also showcases a famous eat-in/carry-out hot bar with approximately 50 seats. Bucyrus’s German heritage runs deep and Carle’s is the last original bratwurst maker in the area. We stood in line to buy our meal. The wait took a while. My husband got one of their famous bratwurst’s with a couple sides. I got myself, the daily special, which was stuffed peppers. The portions were generous and the prices more than affordable. Nothing over $6. My hubby grabbed us a seat, since seating is limited. The tables all had doily’s and silk flowers. Very charming, indeed. Needless to say, we loved our window view, looking out at the small town. We lingered, savoring the moment. The food was down home country and delicious. According to my husband, the bratwurst had a unique flavor, he couldn’t get enough of. He really loved it. It was unlike any bratwurst he had had before. So after we ate, we shopped for some at the onsite grocery, to take back home. You never know what you’ll find when you’re headed down the road. Carle’s is a real gem, and we were happy we stumbled upon this unique Bucyrus landmark. 



PS) For the record, Carle's did not pay my husband or I for this endorsement. It was our pleasure.

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