tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72789719509494651892024-03-13T07:23:59.793-04:00Lake Livin'Random, easy, wistful, thoughts from a late bloomer!Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.comBlogger56125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-39650754960711109692011-03-01T11:00:00.000-05:002011-03-01T11:00:12.071-05:00March 1, 2011<a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wxeJjk4jxwA/TW0XtSOjTcI/AAAAAAAADz8/xKGcxnLCxes/s1600/Grma+Ernst+kissing+mom+Christmas+1987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-wxeJjk4jxwA/TW0XtSOjTcI/AAAAAAAADz8/xKGcxnLCxes/s320/Grma+Ernst+kissing+mom+Christmas+1987.jpg" width="320" /></a>March is finally here, our local Goldfinches are back, so are the Bluebirds and the Robins. We've had quite a bit of snow and rain last month and our lake is latte brown and up about 5 feet. We had 3 inches of rain yesterday, so it will be a while until our beautiful lake is clear again.<br />
The reason I named this post March 1, 2011 is in honor of my Grandmother Helen. Today would have been her 106th Birthday. I lost her in 1999, but she is still with me. She taught me how to explore everything. Color, texture, design, were important to her. She always had a project going, and she loved to create fun activities when I would stay for a visit. What I learned from here was that really the only boundaries there are, are the ones we make for ourselves. As I have gotten older, I have learned to really not try to have boundaries, in design especially. I'm not afraid to try new, I love to explore new and try to master all. So, Happy Birthday Grandma, I love you and you have no idea how your love shaped me into the woman, and designer I am today. This is a photo of my Grandmother and Mother sharing a kiss! Sweet!Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-6492060103446708872011-01-05T07:22:00.002-05:002011-01-05T07:33:59.009-05:00Dress A Girl Around the World<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="color: blue;">Please visit my other blog:</span></b></i><i><b> </b></i></span><span style="color: #ffe599;"> </span><a href="http://dressagirlkentucky.blog.com/" style="color: #ffe599;">http://dressagirlkentucky.blog.com/</a><br />
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Why in the world to people work so hard at being mean? Why in the world don't they use that energy for good? We are a funny creature, if there's no strife we find ways to make things stressful. If somebody is happy someone always tries to find a way to take that away from the one who's happy. Misery does love company. I have an acquaintance that is not stable, this person vacillates from happy, to pissed off, to loving, to crying and can achieve this in the spance of 5 seconds. I was brought to tears by the person because they thought I had done something that I had not done. I was completely caught off guard and stripped down, naked and humiliated by their words. I was a mess. This persons articulation of accusations and verbal abuse, I was reduced at first to tears, and then to anger that the thought of being capable of the accusers accusations that our knowledge of each other has never quite healed. This will never happen again. The reason I am writing on a past experience with this person is that they are at it again. So, to set my cosmic energy back to being in balance I proclaim that I am who I am, I'm a WYSIWYG person. No hidden agendas here, no back stabbing, no gossiping. I am as true a friend as one could find, I am loyal, kind and generous. However I will not allow ANYONE to kick my feet out from under me again. EVER! I will continue my life's journey without this person being a part of it, and enjoy my ride. PeaceDress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-33862581150506392162010-05-12T08:35:00.003-04:002010-05-12T08:44:28.944-04:00It has been about a year since my last blog<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Funny how life is, some days are intense, some mellow, some, well, might want to be wished away. Many things have been taking up my blogging time. Today I am making time. My life if full of joy and some sorrow. As my body ages, my mind hurries to "do" the things I've always wanted to do. Sometimes my body wins, as in I sold my motorcycle. The vibration hurt my hip and knees to the point where I could not endure the ride. This makes me profoundly sad, as I saw my riding as a quiet form of rebellion. I have really never been a rebellious person, but this was a statement of my freedom, my "being me", my autonomy, my voice, my song. I'll have to find a new outlet for insanity that creeps into my being once in a while. Life does that to most people, but they either don't need the outlet because the insanity is less than mine, or the just blow up! I can get lost in the face of a baby, or a song, or a smell. Maybe my senses will heighten and the fragrance of the forest will be my outlet or I'll listed to music more...........I am just not sure yet what will "take me there". I promise I will let you know when I find it. Peace<br /></span></span>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-86037817030529238642009-06-22T08:10:00.002-04:002009-06-22T08:16:36.858-04:00It's Monday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfn51rdl7fuKthAytNn68eSR0bN686jCYcCuCFwwjPyaApE49VCsDIjcanNtaZ32FjYspf3RNtYGkClUgd0og8pgjDQd6qQk7EWd3f8KV5KwU5xhSNPG50Dy_EsGAsWZ0n4VkYpAne84c/s1600-h/1_space_461.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350124701243337538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfn51rdl7fuKthAytNn68eSR0bN686jCYcCuCFwwjPyaApE49VCsDIjcanNtaZ32FjYspf3RNtYGkClUgd0og8pgjDQd6qQk7EWd3f8KV5KwU5xhSNPG50Dy_EsGAsWZ0n4VkYpAne84c/s320/1_space_461.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>After a great weekend, with sun, fun, friends, and Duke in tow, a new work week begins. I see each day as my journey....putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes I stumble, sometimes I stride, but I promise the journey will go forth. I see aging as a doubled edged sword. I have more wisdom, patients and kindness, but I'm running out of time. I have many kisses to give, hugs to share, and smiles to smile yet and I don't want the clock to run out. My fear level is gone, but my clock keeps ticking, how do you get everything done in one life time? How do you share all you have to give knowing that someday time will end. I guess you live each day to your fullest and hope that it's enough...........so kisses to all, hugs to all, live your life each day like it's your last day...........I wish you Peace....</em></span></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-40336154549882639802009-06-16T08:57:00.002-04:002009-06-16T09:02:03.744-04:00As days go by<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVeDtufSpzeHb89YqGq7lA3NToyAVczpIJM4bY_O49pFAf6jpaB8ALqGUb2oICU5qQr-y6u1-fml0djjvWHZKTPeRJyrEG_ba3mCntnj-ZOAZjye3qYbsWVcFed55D2WDR0ZT3obvKkk/s1600-h/il_fullxfull_63529505.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347909893429005874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVeDtufSpzeHb89YqGq7lA3NToyAVczpIJM4bY_O49pFAf6jpaB8ALqGUb2oICU5qQr-y6u1-fml0djjvWHZKTPeRJyrEG_ba3mCntnj-ZOAZjye3qYbsWVcFed55D2WDR0ZT3obvKkk/s320/il_fullxfull_63529505.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>As each day of my life goes by, I am finding that I need the Lord's help in my journey. I lean, pray and seek His face daily. I see storms on the horizon, but I know that I am in His Hands, and His touch is soft and secure. I just posted a great video, it's sort of cut off, but the voice that sings the song is warm and comforting to my soul. Peace...</em></span></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-20953429919374915092009-06-08T07:26:00.004-04:002009-06-08T07:38:18.608-04:00Wow, haven't blogged for a while!!!!!!!!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRHbKe7ZyIihN64_HSbCQF9_RCjQ74BOj9nyWTIDb9qwkrBCTg6HABB6hGzfPQTOckHnt0fTWHQufYvAA-Zeq2WcS6lf3UcDROY40lT3W0mrzX7lnSV3nuv0t7TGCDboCJWcEI6ylr-U/s1600-h/5+15+2009+001.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344919142913216034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoRHbKe7ZyIihN64_HSbCQF9_RCjQ74BOj9nyWTIDb9qwkrBCTg6HABB6hGzfPQTOckHnt0fTWHQufYvAA-Zeq2WcS6lf3UcDROY40lT3W0mrzX7lnSV3nuv0t7TGCDboCJWcEI6ylr-U/s320/5+15+2009+001.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The year is almost half gone, I have spent a lot of this year in a transitional state, and now looking back..."what a waste of tiem. I had a lot of "stuff" on the inside that had to come out, it did, I'm better now. I am again going to "be", to laugh, to have fun, and to not let bad stuff try to recreate me into something I'm really not. I do love it here. It's beautiful beyond belief. The lake, the trees, the little birds that visit me everyday, and sing their songs and show their beautiful colors. We have 4 hummingbird feeders and they are always busy. Our sunflower seed feeders are emptied everyday and the thistle upside down feeders are fun to watch. We usually have around 22 pairs of doves who glean from the fallen seeds of other feeders at the 2 big feeders. Our trees are lush, our flowers are abundant, and the air has been sweet with the smell of Wild Honeysuckle. My Day Lillies are in bright bloom and my spirea, and rose are in their glory.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">God has been good to us, he's blessed us with this place, He's kept Jeff working, and our kid's working, and for all of that, I'm thankful. I'm less harsh, more meek, and more soft spoken. I've learned that biting words and attitudes only hurt the ones I love and myself. So, there will be no more of that, only, Peace.....</span></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-57566579145231970372009-04-15T09:49:00.001-04:002009-04-15T09:51:47.524-04:00Tea Party<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYdgOVp9wVuhQmFA_Il2sZGm3L_zf7UKsQLridfZSfvEMRGlPZbrRj1wuG9iL1HiIJE-9zF6DsTGpmQ24HJozSptmRfgw2USuXDZ99e9Ifp9ABPhXPqKlMUjSY68u9LzXqp3Oa5hfQpg/s1600-h/headnew.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324915334488612962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSYdgOVp9wVuhQmFA_Il2sZGm3L_zf7UKsQLridfZSfvEMRGlPZbrRj1wuG9iL1HiIJE-9zF6DsTGpmQ24HJozSptmRfgw2USuXDZ99e9Ifp9ABPhXPqKlMUjSY68u9LzXqp3Oa5hfQpg/s320/headnew.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I'm going today..............</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">there is one in a town close to me, and I'll be there with Tea Bags in hand.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Peace</span></p>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-38889172839387817452009-04-15T09:36:00.002-04:002009-04-15T09:40:07.556-04:0025 Random things about me!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bkg8AB28ZGja5nKOH-XfQP_fEAylZkz0nUeFvvTiLnvoaw0aFclY9N625O05fPmu4MzGDIRGkoJLcWwDnf-j9oRf6_h07ft42Lbb5xis5zEI7UXRHdCxCzCbDFsDzrGJdNv-oaNdxEE/s1600-h/Jan+3+2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324912324823705842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7bkg8AB28ZGja5nKOH-XfQP_fEAylZkz0nUeFvvTiLnvoaw0aFclY9N625O05fPmu4MzGDIRGkoJLcWwDnf-j9oRf6_h07ft42Lbb5xis5zEI7UXRHdCxCzCbDFsDzrGJdNv-oaNdxEE/s320/Jan+3+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> 1. I am a born-again Christian<br /><div> </div><div>2. I believe that Jesus is the Son of God, one part of the 3</div><br /><div>3. I know that when I die, I will spend eternity with God.</div><br /><div>4. My favorite food is asparagus.</div><br /><div>5. Everything interests me.6. I love to roller skate, and I still can even at this advanced age.</div><br /><div>7. Sometimes I wish I had been more adventurous when I was younger. Like, learning how to sail a boat, or walk the Appliachian Trail, (now it's unsafe), or go to another country. Or, believe in myself more so I wouldn't be afraid to do more.</div><br /><div>8. I have a hard time in crowds.</div><br /><div>9. I never mind being by myself.</div><br /><div>10. When I love someone they know it.</div><br /><div>11. I love my children more than words can express. I love my grandchildren the same way. I'll never stop loving them even when I'm gone.</div><br /><div>12. I have only discovered my creative side in the past few years.</div><br /><div>13. I do not listen to the radio at home or in the car.</div><br /><div>14. My Harley keeps me sane.</div><br /><div>15. I love living here, but I miss my family and friends very, very much.</div><br /><div>16. Keep looking up is the way I keep myself on course.</div><br /><div>17. I love to travel to new places.</div><br /><div>18. I'd love to go around the world eating the local food.</div><br /><div>19. Life is too short.</div><br /><div>20. It is nice to know that I am loved by so many people. My husband shows me everyday in his smile and soft touch. I am blessed.</div><br /><div>21. I believe that everyting happens for a reason. If we look close we'll know why and understand.22. I love and hate technology at the sametime.</div><br /><div>23. I am allergic to milk.</div><br /><div>24. I love to cook.</div><br /><div>25. I am wonderously made in the image of God. He knew me before I was born, and knows the number of hairs on my head. Why would I be afraid of anything?!?! Peace. </div><br /><div></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-54585968216967679772009-02-11T07:13:00.002-05:002009-02-11T07:20:13.193-05:00Days go by<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">As I look back and read my recently posted blogs I see a very selfish person. I am not <em>that </em>person. I am a joyous, a born-again believer. I let my circumstances dictate my mood. Shame on me. I have always had a good outlook on life even when everything around me was dark. What happened these past few months?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I think the main cause was missing my family in Iowa. Oh, poor me crept in, and bang, Nasty Woman showed her ugly head.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I have decided to live my life fully, look up for that is where my redemption comes from and stop feeling sorry for myself. Even when I was writing those biting words I knew others had it much worse than me. I am ashamed of myself and with the Lord's help, will get my kickin' spirit back. Please forgive me..........</span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Peace</span>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-60717748354855318632009-01-22T08:15:00.003-05:002009-01-22T08:20:39.590-05:00Questioning<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip5nGp12j-1c5IbYCxagZMl8YJwEzSfmjKMgw4BgNMUQnTOp29MOwG8bZnYliH1NtDT3zFnmFSVTdvhp_EhFXStMIoW7GTGblh5gNFizdJew2YmxerTWZ1SaC24oIAPddnlSLPpZJixtk/s1600-h/8350~Never-Underestimate-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294107387644192114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip5nGp12j-1c5IbYCxagZMl8YJwEzSfmjKMgw4BgNMUQnTOp29MOwG8bZnYliH1NtDT3zFnmFSVTdvhp_EhFXStMIoW7GTGblh5gNFizdJew2YmxerTWZ1SaC24oIAPddnlSLPpZJixtk/s320/8350~Never-Underestimate-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>This year of promise and change has started off rocky. I'm sick of the cold we moved from Iowa to escape. I'm sick of being in doors all the time. I'm sick of being cold. I believe my thyroid has gotten worse, I'm choking all the time and my skin is terrible dry, and my hair is thinning. Shit what else is going on. Yes, I'm usually happy, I'm happy inside, I just have to vent. The dog pees on the floor if I vent to him..........I am looking forward to spring with exuberance. Peace</em></span></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-80466206030212314702009-01-18T12:14:00.007-05:002009-01-22T08:04:52.914-05:00Amused with myself, Part 2<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I feel that I must clarify my entry from Saturday. Saturday was a blue sucky day and my entry reflected my feelings. I want to add that I have met some WONDERFUL individuals since I've been here, some face to face, some via email and blogs. I am not being a snob or stereotyping people from Kentucky, I was mearly making observations of differences in society. I don't want to be judge nor jury, but, I do have opinions though.<br />I do not respect nor appreciate the following things here: the political system a.k.a "the Good Ole Boys", the work ethic or lack of work ethic, or the lack in respect for others and others belongs. I find the masses of people here choose to live off the government, could care less about education, or improving themselves in any way, shape or from. They escape, thus the proliferation of drug use here. I was told that Kentuckians were fiercely independent, I have found just the opposite, they live off the government, they are lazy and very dependent on society to "fix" their self made problems. There was a time in my life that I couldn't rub two nickles together, but through determination and hard work, I am no longer in that predicament. I took no aid, I did without, and I feel good that I was not a burden, but became who I am by with I went through. Now, I'm not looking for everyone to emulate me, heck no, just stand on your own two feet. Care about yourself, your children, and their children. Poverty, ignorance, laziness begets the same. I am disappointed in many of the people of Kentucky who will go through life being a leach instead of their own person.<br />Now back to my original intent for this entry. I want to thank: Beverly and Jody, Millie, Maggie, Donna and Dave, Gin, Mary and Gary, and I want to mention Eileen and Craig who like us are new to Kentucky but need to be part of this group, ya'll have treated us like family and I am thankful that you are part of our new life in Kentucky. You are what real Kentuckians are and have the spirit that makes Kentuckians special and for that we are grateful. Peace has been restored. </span>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-56020738802663976012009-01-17T12:10:00.006-05:002009-01-22T08:14:35.852-05:00Amused with myself<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>I am amused with my daughters blog in that she is 34 and has the big "W" going. "W" as in wondering what's going on in her life, that amuses me as at my age I should have a half-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">assed</span> idea of what is going on in my, and I am a tad bit older than 34. So, I am amused with myself, thinking that moving 9-10 hours away would be an adventure. As these cold months drag on here in the "warm south" if find myself as cloistered as I was in Iowa. It's too damn cold to do stuff outside, and inside, well, it's inside. I have found that the cost of living is about the same as in Iowa, it's just that the salary's are far less, so money is tight. I do trust the Lord to take care of us, don't get me wrong, but tight is tight. I do make $$ doing my thing, but extras are few and far between. Now really I shouldn't be writing this at all, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cuz</span> my kids will see it and worry. So don't worry. I'm just having a "blue" day. I re watched the last "Men in Trees" episode, made me cry all over again. Sometimes things don't work out as you think they will. One is left with their mouths hanging open in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">surprise</span>.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>Jeff, my sweetheart has to work so many hours, he's getting older, it leaves him tired, the pay is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lousy</span>, and so he's in a rut, a rut created by this archaic society here in the small minded south. Is it that ruts are ruts, and we fall into them so easy, or does life slap you down to keep you humble? He works so much, that there is nothing left in him when he comes home or the weekend comes, nowhere to go, no energy for fun and he doesn't get paid time off, so there is nothing to look forward to, no vacations here in "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kentuckyland"</span>. We live in a beautiful home on the lake, great views, but he has to work so there is no time for fun excursions. He's too tired from working hard all day. I feel frustrated for him.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>The drivers here come from hell, they are either uneducated and drive without a license, and I'm sure not insurace, or they are drunk, or high. In July I was T-boned by an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ignorant</span> bastard, he bent the frame of our car, blamed me sowe had to dip into our savings to get a new car, because <strong>he </strong>ran a red light, probably high on something, driving his momm's car, with her insurance. I must mention he hit someone else 8 days later in his momma's other car. JERK. So, we were out, I was slightly hurt, and really pissed off. Ah, did I mention that there is ignorance, drugs, thief's, liars, and cheats oh, and did I mention uneducated people in great numbers down here? They tax your ass off, and do it with a smile. "Honey or Darlin", is that word that goes with every sentence, and it's said just to keep one from smashing their faces in when they charge you up with wazoo for something that should not cost so much, because they are screwing you with a smile. You pay tax on vehicles no longer owned, now they are even taxing our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">insurance</span> policy on our home, it added about $200 to our bill. JERKS!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>Yes, I'm homesick, yes, I miss my kids, grand kids, friends, job and a normal society structure. Yes, there is snow, cold and misery there, but at least I know the ins and outs of the area. Here, we are "northerners", outsiders, it sucks, I mean really sucks! Jeff said last night, he feels lost, like he doesn't belong. I know he's frustrated at work with all the hubbub, drugs, and lack of skilled labor he deals with each and everyday. They bust his balls all the time, if he takes a day off here and there. They don't ask him for overtime <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cuz</span> the "boss man's" son is back and he (druggie) needs the dough more than us (let's all ignore the elephant in the office, let's enable him to keep pooping on everyone!!!! BASTARDS). He was yelled at by the owner yesterday because he built a cabinet the way he was told to by the foreman. F##ers! This is a perfect example of what is dealt with daily, the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is going. I don't know if I'll ever understand this place!!! Or, fit in.....</em></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>SUCKS is the word today, not peace...........I hope I find peace soon.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>Pay no attention to the crazy woman behind the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">curtain</span> Toto!</em></span>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-718033499555202432009-01-04T10:20:00.006-05:002009-01-04T10:40:48.139-05:00I learned something new this weekend!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgqdG7pl-wxw577QwOd6hDsFjC_R7nMneSybDb4_dHzGzqH-zpG1qXboFs4Ij7B4Bh1q4PH-YM1KzhiUpDbA-303JKtpE50GzgjdimIYD9Jv7iPcU-UR5CLnX2xv_RwUvFQ95dKASVgY/s1600-h/birdcrowingat_meeting.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287463955770314194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgqdG7pl-wxw577QwOd6hDsFjC_R7nMneSybDb4_dHzGzqH-zpG1qXboFs4Ij7B4Bh1q4PH-YM1KzhiUpDbA-303JKtpE50GzgjdimIYD9Jv7iPcU-UR5CLnX2xv_RwUvFQ95dKASVgY/s320/birdcrowingat_meeting.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I have learned a very important lesson this weekend in that I can't be everything to everyone. I used to love to solve problems, give me a situation, and I'll come up with a pretty good solution..........well, at least I thought it was a good solution. Ha! Well, being the "nice" person that I am, I have been trying to update a computer for a friend for the past 3 weeks. I am stopped every turn I take. Yesterday after two-and one-half hours of pulling out my hair, I have come to the conclusion, that this particular "thing" cannot be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">conquered</span>! I look back on the 3 weeks given to this problem as a waste of time, time that I could have been doing fun things or being productive, instead of loosing my mind, gaining wrinkles and gray hairs. Believe me, I have lost sleep trying to wrangle something that cannot be wrangled. So, I'm beat. I'm vanquished. In other words, I quit. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">surrender</span>, give up, walk away, with my head held low. I'm frustrated, sad and perplexed. This is NOT how I want to spend my days, so from here on out, got a computer problem or any problem, get an expert, but DON'T CALL ME! I am a good wife, mother, grandmother, "virtual assistant", and jewelry designer, but I am not and cannot do everthing I think I should do. I must learn to say "no" again. Let the "Geek Squad" handle computers. I need to stay in my "happy place" in my wee little mind and watch the birds chirp, the trees sway, and have a good cup of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">coffee</span>. I know I'm weak, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">insipid</span>, but I'm usually happy and happy was not the word that described me yesterday...the word vicious, and ready to drop kick a computer come to mind. I am ready for <strong>PEACE!</strong></span></em></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-10217173313380704002008-12-15T11:09:00.006-05:002008-12-26T08:13:54.860-05:00Thoughts from, oh I forgot what I was doing!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1MuCN6lm_sw0iUgoPeBgc8KLbLNnqJymdPhh9hK-lMHd8Je7qeuIgKEj_u2S9rw-sBkt7sSSTDmEaXXN7KmSRBNSik7jF6dRL-Ud_EuGtdyP3f3hioUL0P1dsae_OdcYu4n-67XKNVco/s1600-h/il_fullxfull_38801887.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284086269706607810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1MuCN6lm_sw0iUgoPeBgc8KLbLNnqJymdPhh9hK-lMHd8Je7qeuIgKEj_u2S9rw-sBkt7sSSTDmEaXXN7KmSRBNSik7jF6dRL-Ud_EuGtdyP3f3hioUL0P1dsae_OdcYu4n-67XKNVco/s400/il_fullxfull_38801887.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8AuFdgEXigYd2hBJkcYguzKp5jhheDcxr_WWf333fO4PDE9AZc_8d63p6ew-vi07n6V5ZiEOzgDrJf4HJj_dB8Y7CSaV1UcmRNYg2xBAlY_eEOCBfifv75Z6VYgZf7dmLkQDdCPgc4WU/s1600-h/hang_santa.gif"></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I guess I have too much to do, I don't sleep much, I walk into a room and forget why I'm here. Geeeeze if that's getting older, then...............yikes. I have quite a bit to do today, tomorrow, and the rest of the week, I want to procrastinate, but won't. Just as I get older, I think I'm more stubborn in what I'm willing to do, I love my independence, and will take it to the last degree, before I ultimately give in...........hahahahahaha. Oh, that was a good one.</span> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Anyway, here are the things I want to do in 2009. Not in any certain order...</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">1. Loose the extra pounds I've been carrying around since my youngest daughter was born 30 years ago.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">2. Yoga</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">3. Ride the Blue Ridge Parkway on my motorcycle</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">4. Eat more Thai food, yummy!!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">5. Play more, work less, but make the same amount of money!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">6. Get a grip on reality - #5 prompted #6</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">7. Delight more customers with my jewelry</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">8. See my family more than once a year!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">9. Be assured my grandchildren actually know who I am and want to know more.....</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Ok, 9 is enough, it ends with the year number 9. Simple is my mantra. Peace</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-27303444327426188612008-11-19T08:46:00.004-05:002008-11-19T08:59:16.887-05:00The older I get, the faster time goes by.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6s05N_PyLtjq53iOcY2q9vj3ZHOQveNh-oWXe9CvuIFEBM2DoI85jSckPaaraPqOwKJw3Fy4yn-TYIYd5LUFK-kZFPI5efYFzcU_PRpZN4XG3gBEN2tJ-XComDbcTy2bVhaTSCxsA5oQ/s1600-h/01012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270365210924021282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6s05N_PyLtjq53iOcY2q9vj3ZHOQveNh-oWXe9CvuIFEBM2DoI85jSckPaaraPqOwKJw3Fy4yn-TYIYd5LUFK-kZFPI5efYFzcU_PRpZN4XG3gBEN2tJ-XComDbcTy2bVhaTSCxsA5oQ/s320/01012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;">I'm sure you've all heard that expression or experienced this yourself. But, hey, I feel I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> of things I want to do still. I was reading my Harley magazine this morning, and I want to put some serious <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mileage</span> on my bike next year. I have not ridden much since I've gotten to Kentucky, (mainly because most of the the drivers here are crazy.) I want to do the Blue Ridge Parkway, I'd like to ride through the Smokey Mountains NP. I'd like to ride to SC and see my aunt and uncles. One gal in the magazine has put over 200,000 miles on her bikes. Whoa, sounds like a goal to me. Life is too short, I want more. Why do some of us wait to live? Some people need a life altering experience to get them off their duffs. I've always tried to live a bit on the edge, but I know I'm not close enough to the edge yet, to go full throttle. I want more......more experiences.........more fun, less hassles....just more. My cup is always full, I just need to drink more from it and then when I die, I'll have no regrets from here on out. I may not be famous, but I'm here and I'm going to leave a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">skid mark</span> when I go. Peace!</span></em></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-11797276923217277182008-11-06T09:15:00.004-05:002008-11-06T09:25:41.486-05:00Off and running like a herd of turtles<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSUAd6aU2ZzrklNFUwVLsn4kTjEgZGSMXggcp7yI9BGAsmqKkldgTHJd0jBWeLqA2uiADjxL3Vh_kYBR-o9DLS-2W9Ecos-zAGchvrkoqJh_ULN4UBHmh196cTBJTjAY9MJ4RqhQ3VoM/s1600-h/old_lady_combing_hair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549752577813506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSUAd6aU2ZzrklNFUwVLsn4kTjEgZGSMXggcp7yI9BGAsmqKkldgTHJd0jBWeLqA2uiADjxL3Vh_kYBR-o9DLS-2W9Ecos-zAGchvrkoqJh_ULN4UBHmh196cTBJTjAY9MJ4RqhQ3VoM/s320/old_lady_combing_hair.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><em>Some days I just cannot get it together...........no really I mean it. I'm scattered at best. I do have a routine that I try to incorporate in my life, but at times it doesn't' work out like I want. I would like to add some stretching and yoga into my daily routine.....the only stretching so far that I've gotten into is reaching for the coffee pot. LOL.. I would like to have a mulligan on my choice of care of my body as I matured. OK? I know that's not possible,... but,... how does one make themselves do what they no longer like. I used to be VERY athletic, I was on the track team, tennis team, I taught PE my senior year of high school, in college, I fenced (not on the black market), took swimming, walked, skated, rode a bike everywhere...........now that most of my body has gone south and further south than Kentucky, I'm wishing I'd kept up with that as I got older, and heck now that I'm pretty old, it's catching up with me. OK, I'm going to quit whining now, and go get my Yoga DVD and put it in the player and enjoy my coffee while I watch it...........Peace!</em></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-40637161681028692632008-11-04T07:43:00.003-05:002008-11-04T07:46:22.167-05:00I voted<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4anjCML1DAsoxcByMOAZHXHIiR3SNB9_XgVoKjEkgpdbju539llfrqCxFc1x48cpP1bCttn7EOobrBRrd40nZ3X7ubSHVJtzR6Rq8OnMPttOjw82g6onPbaNx4Uz0gzeCxlN7MbkbhxY/s1600-h/ivotedsticker.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264782631237598434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4anjCML1DAsoxcByMOAZHXHIiR3SNB9_XgVoKjEkgpdbju539llfrqCxFc1x48cpP1bCttn7EOobrBRrd40nZ3X7ubSHVJtzR6Rq8OnMPttOjw82g6onPbaNx4Uz0gzeCxlN7MbkbhxY/s320/ivotedsticker.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>I voted this morning at 6:30 a.m.....there were no lines, but hey I live near a small town, (thank goodness). Go vote, it's important! Peace</em></span></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-24074917184943024702008-11-03T07:16:00.005-05:002008-11-03T07:29:32.081-05:00Time Change<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQvXC8Frv7aJjLjFB_LwzHwSFyGSrpZ7wFvDZDawgizWylQXc1gXkGEHeTLgis0k5DBoiDvmYMj7uB383o08UvRXf94YuLnGLQK8guErrULCUiAir0PFgOz_kHbbf5F6rGztZ4lN8O6Q/s1600-h/clock_orange_spinning_time.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264406862212056754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQvXC8Frv7aJjLjFB_LwzHwSFyGSrpZ7wFvDZDawgizWylQXc1gXkGEHeTLgis0k5DBoiDvmYMj7uB383o08UvRXf94YuLnGLQK8guErrULCUiAir0PFgOz_kHbbf5F6rGztZ4lN8O6Q/s320/clock_orange_spinning_time.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em> I love falling back, it's easy, it gets light earlier, can you tell I'm a morning person? I don't like it getting dark so early, but hey, if we didn't do everything "by time", we'd not know the difference. Native Americans didn't run around with watches and had to "hurry", or get stressed out by "running late", they lived with the flow of nature. I'm sure they got stressed out by lack of food, or getting very cold out on the plain....but not by time, they lived by doing and by watching nature. I try to get things done early so I have the day to do what I want and by the time the sun goes down, I'm ready to relax and get to sleep. I do not wear a watch, I carry a cell phone with the time on it, but most of the time, I don't know, nor care what time it is. Whew, three "time" words in that last sentence..............see how much importance we put on time? Ok, I'll quit now, it's time to work. Peace!</em></span></div></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-22295888826384865772008-10-23T06:43:00.002-04:002008-10-23T06:52:10.141-04:00It's quieter now<div>Autumn has descended on our area, the days are shorter, the nights much longer, I am looking forward to December 21st, when the days start to get longer again. </div><br /><div>The house is much quieter now, the kids have gone back to Iowa and their busy lives. I look forward to the possibility of my brother and sister-in-law coming down for Thanksgiving. That would be a nice break for them. They deserve it, they work hard, they have not gotten away, just the two of them for a long long time, I hope they come.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGAvIIkokIAy9GTFpPMxxtT3GZeSfUsoWK0u82oNVFkt90e_WkSEr46aGNCviBmfFgZDJzHL36CgmR5e5b8EenOrwtU7qvDkKpVcbMnVXnUH3j1zKn7oKXY4UV5r69r141Cw0mbKuqSM/s1600-h/Sept+23+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260300248413098546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGAvIIkokIAy9GTFpPMxxtT3GZeSfUsoWK0u82oNVFkt90e_WkSEr46aGNCviBmfFgZDJzHL36CgmR5e5b8EenOrwtU7qvDkKpVcbMnVXnUH3j1zKn7oKXY4UV5r69r141Cw0mbKuqSM/s400/Sept+23+009.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>I am back at it, I'm working on jewelry for my website. I created a whole line for the gallery in Savannah, GA, and now I must repopulate my site with goodies for the eyes. So today that is the plan, I've had a some ideas rumbling around in my head, and I need to see them come to reality. I love the quiet activity of creation, however Duke hates not sitting on my lap. Peace!</div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-47396313825990134602008-10-18T15:11:00.009-04:002008-10-18T15:51:31.417-04:00Fun with Beck and Brad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnngTLNGGuNy9CvWmzub9p6niy5TQsR1cnTmj8Il6RtZcwxWR4WrTimHETnKs8AybxOIusUNhWscKqcteJvjTCVuz8fYnBTkUu-THY7xGjT0JtnN6mJEb4aM9oNeaYthGUOQG_2TdBFvE/s1600-h/October+12+9+2008+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258582898901031682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnngTLNGGuNy9CvWmzub9p6niy5TQsR1cnTmj8Il6RtZcwxWR4WrTimHETnKs8AybxOIusUNhWscKqcteJvjTCVuz8fYnBTkUu-THY7xGjT0JtnN6mJEb4aM9oNeaYthGUOQG_2TdBFvE/s400/October+12+9+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqRbRoE2zXN1jqNB70Z2_-aNPG6TK3gNTFpMmHbPHJU4907nZCENyYblLOsEWars68x_LAIQjTFomd4mD8Oftox8KgnydzxEMI0FA8WOhY2hX94wDeOvN06s2kil7kOUF1hGOdoKK-feA/s1600-h/October+12+9+2008+030.jpg"></a><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>On Sunday last we took a train trip into the Big Southfork National Recreational Area near our home. We took Becky and Brad out for the day and made some great memories. This train winds down the mountain, into valley's, through abandoned coal mines, ghost towns of shorts, across rivers, one goes back in time to another era. The weather was perfect, the sky was blue, the trees were in all their glory, and our daughter was here..............what more could we ask for?!? Beck and Brad gave us a whole week, Jeff and Brad fished on Wednesday, Beck and I played cards with the "girls", we ate, drank a little wine, walked in the leaves, and I loved them being here. The weather was perfect, cool and crisp, and them to the 80's, then back to cool. This morning it was in the upper 30's, extra blankets, I'm not ready for that cool yet. We rode the golf cart, shopped, laughed, made plans, and enjoyed each other. Becky saw a much more relaxed mother, happy and content. Heck she even saw me run.....our dog Duke took after a fox that ran across the street and up into the woods, and I was still in my PJ's and took out after him. I guess this old girl still has a bit of spunk, no track star, but I caught our dog and got him home.<br /></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEoD7Uj5sD3Xc-saQdMsfAcofh_YKywC1HNGoP-rOryTCKITbMBnBfv24aEBd1CmageXR0ldmoxSkSPsG5U9bYIFSSNKiwJYq0A-yaBgRBlBeheUgk5c2aNi-xs_Rnr9lRuKQmi9sNIQ/s1600-h/Becky+met+the+girls+001.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258576345517238434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXEoD7Uj5sD3Xc-saQdMsfAcofh_YKywC1HNGoP-rOryTCKITbMBnBfv24aEBd1CmageXR0ldmoxSkSPsG5U9bYIFSSNKiwJYq0A-yaBgRBlBeheUgk5c2aNi-xs_Rnr9lRuKQmi9sNIQ/s320/Becky+met+the+girls+001.jpg" border="0" /></em></a><em><span style="font-family:arial;">Here's Becky with the "girls", these are the women of my mountain whom I've become part of there life and they mine...we play the card game; "Hand and Foot" every Wednesday, we talk about EVERYTHING from food to men, to life, and back to food. I enjoy the diversity in the ages, and lifestyles. These women are gracious, kind, generous, and I'm thankful they are in my and Jeff's life. They welcomed Becky as a daughter, she brought 2 bottles of Octoberfest wine from Galena, Il with her, they were gone before we knew it and so was the day. We had a few more days of bliss, and then Becky and Brad left this morning after breakfast, back to Iowa, to their home, their jobs and busy lives, I'm thankful they gave us a week of the precious time off and shared it with us. Peace.</span></em> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"><strong><em>Oh, I've added some of the other photos to the slide show on the left of this screen , if you double click on the slideshow, it will open into a larger new screen, I hope you enjoy them....<br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-63056758060503486212008-10-13T07:14:00.004-04:002008-10-13T07:25:24.713-04:00They're Heeerrrrreee!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tQIzmQvWVKaVyEAE0VzanqKc9LwKWc7qzXzSDuhnhI3S0ldckSHIBIx0qdbd0WvtOJdPpQ55_h4Gl1pcYnERX1iapkxWoofEkHoMovc3Agu9F8MeyDIy0PNdVX44gurYAuv-dNP9UfU/s1600-h/October+12+9+2008+130.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256597087423843506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8tQIzmQvWVKaVyEAE0VzanqKc9LwKWc7qzXzSDuhnhI3S0ldckSHIBIx0qdbd0WvtOJdPpQ55_h4Gl1pcYnERX1iapkxWoofEkHoMovc3Agu9F8MeyDIy0PNdVX44gurYAuv-dNP9UfU/s320/October+12+9+2008+130.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>I'm so tickled Beck and Brad have arrived and it's like we've not been seperated by time and space. Sunday we took the train down into the Big Southfork National Recreation Area, just south of our place, and had a ball. The day was warm, the sun was bright and all is well in the world. I'd love to have the whole family down here someday, we'd tear the place up with fun and giggles. Our autumn has been beautiful so far, out trees are already heavy with color, crimsons, ochres, garnets, blood oranges, breathtaking! I'm glad the kids could see our mountains full of texture and colors. Brad wants to fish today, so he's going down the road to Mary and Gary's dock and drown a few worms. I plan of just enjoying the fleeting time with our oldest and her hubby their time here will be too short. Peace!</em></span></div></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-56476875851624189472008-10-09T18:13:00.003-04:002008-10-09T18:18:52.945-04:00I am counting the hours until they arrive<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yR7ePFeGKRYYbx3xp8YZD1YaNblrXQDdkDg_ZvWwLP4Fo8fr2gPhcw2eLmnTSgZzBTT7XW5XJnWjVgiNV6OLJMEIQbVAQA3wQTf0PJ4T-8D50o9tzEr9vPbJpfUn9CyjXMAamUP8DJc/s1600-h/October+9+2008+by005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255282095656613026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0yR7ePFeGKRYYbx3xp8YZD1YaNblrXQDdkDg_ZvWwLP4Fo8fr2gPhcw2eLmnTSgZzBTT7XW5XJnWjVgiNV6OLJMEIQbVAQA3wQTf0PJ4T-8D50o9tzEr9vPbJpfUn9CyjXMAamUP8DJc/s320/October+9+2008+by005.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">The kids are coming, the kids are coming. For a whole week, what fun we'll have, and they can destress, unwind and breath. Both Brad and Becky have stressful jobs, they are a busy couple socially, spiritually, they always are running here and there....now in Kentucky, you go up yonder and sit a spell.........we'll do that too. The trees are beautiful right now, the earth is starting to take a sit too, so we'll just enjoy the peace and quite, take a little golf cart ride, a train ride and fish alittle too. I can't wait until they are here! Peace!</span></div></div>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-55370928804588256582008-10-07T11:22:00.003-04:002008-10-07T20:58:16.370-04:00Sadness<em><span style="font-family:arial;">In my post just before this I spoke of my grandchildren and the joy they bring, and with that I wrote of the promise of a new life to grace the face of the Earth next year. This was not meant to be, little Naomi Rae went to be with the Lord yesterday, and I never was able to see her face. But, someday I will. Peace </span></em>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7278971950949465189.post-53667889426453144032008-09-25T06:43:00.009-04:002008-10-07T11:26:39.862-04:00Miss Them<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizc6wrQq3CE2qA1W3m1P5DlDSf8CGhZec1Q8dSY_KmtCFxzH0ygvcxgbcvwCqlU4jWTSTgqbT1l_K3HEaq3tf3lpFH33dOAO9C8UOYzhj5RzlN4wZMD9ANSMAXYNbSvUOwJ82hMzDFFMg/s1600-h/bead+queen.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249908166514352514" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px" height="179" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizc6wrQq3CE2qA1W3m1P5DlDSf8CGhZec1Q8dSY_KmtCFxzH0ygvcxgbcvwCqlU4jWTSTgqbT1l_K3HEaq3tf3lpFH33dOAO9C8UOYzhj5RzlN4wZMD9ANSMAXYNbSvUOwJ82hMzDFFMg/s320/bead+queen.jpg" width="193" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqHX7ouVeRkj8zewVMKC1rPh3sOxFSIe7jvoVZ8IBp8ltZkIqTmnuanMDEGkpRcIxs08WlLyQbUAYFabNjLqVZWkeC0MYuEb1bR3t-KjaCQk8FBlTvnYu44lAyxzndXZ7-_t8eKsKdfo/s1600-h/Grace+is+laughing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254431809122878898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQqHX7ouVeRkj8zewVMKC1rPh3sOxFSIe7jvoVZ8IBp8ltZkIqTmnuanMDEGkpRcIxs08WlLyQbUAYFabNjLqVZWkeC0MYuEb1bR3t-KjaCQk8FBlTvnYu44lAyxzndXZ7-_t8eKsKdfo/s320/Grace+is+laughing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Sarah my "bead girl"<em> .................................... Grace, easy to be with, loves to laugh............</em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z2LnDvYHM8SFXD20n9OmRw3L0-Gszw4CyLA09MIspc6JVELwK4uFjMgwWN2ZpeMGwQlgmuA2_xrveIctAiDm3_veI0SZdSWKvjpuWRsa160E_Zi5DodQvGWSVxfOm6A9OzUG01GMD4c/s1600-h/n1137005910_30026442_8282.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249908556748658242" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="145" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Z2LnDvYHM8SFXD20n9OmRw3L0-Gszw4CyLA09MIspc6JVELwK4uFjMgwWN2ZpeMGwQlgmuA2_xrveIctAiDm3_veI0SZdSWKvjpuWRsa160E_Zi5DodQvGWSVxfOm6A9OzUG01GMD4c/s320/n1137005910_30026442_8282.jpg" width="211" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44gvx1pAvhMwiMciJDJ1r1HDEJenYrwwacXrSQPQMipCf6_Jm0-8oxq68D84t5RO9pGV9l4k-BZuLDGnO-23WGlxSGN3a3HtPWgSxk1UIBf7yW_U2ag0VAgwQnbtZ-WBNECu04y0xZDk/s1600-h/Ian+and+Anniken.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249909084133707650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi44gvx1pAvhMwiMciJDJ1r1HDEJenYrwwacXrSQPQMipCf6_Jm0-8oxq68D84t5RO9pGV9l4k-BZuLDGnO-23WGlxSGN3a3HtPWgSxk1UIBf7yW_U2ag0VAgwQnbtZ-WBNECu04y0xZDk/s320/Ian+and+Anniken.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Alex, smart, inquisitive, cool guy.................. <span style="font-family:arial;">Ian & Anniken, sweet hearts who loves to laugh..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">All these children are part of me, their mannerisms, smiles, frowns, likes and dislikes, and I miss them terribly. Sarah loves to bead, make her own earrings, or crown as she is wearing in the photo, I saw her born, quite and peacful. Grace is great to snuggle with, she loves to tell stories, she'll be 9 on Friday, I was there at her birth, it seems like just a few days ago, her warmth fills a room, Alex is full of questions, ideas, and opinions. He loves creepy mouse, and laps are his favorite place to sit. Ian is a shinning soul, with wit, warmth and goofy laughter, his birth was somethig to behold, he never took his eyes of his mom, and Anniken is finding his voice, his smile is contagious, and his heart big. These little people will have a new playmate next year, a new little soul will venture into our crazy world, and bless us with smiles and laughter too. I miss them, I miss them. Peace</span>Dress A Girl Kentuckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405612680667973025noreply@blogger.com1