Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thanksgiving for Two

Twas the night before Thanksgiving and someone was sly; I caught my Border Collie eating the pie!!!!!!!

Yes, Cole struck again. He is only 3, just a puppy mind you. I left a pumpkin pie sitting on the counter while the oven was pre-heating. When the oven was ready, I found one third of the pie missing and a very guilty looking puppy sitting by the counter, wagging his tail.

Hey, if you can't laugh in life then what do you have that's good? Really, I mean it's not the end of the world, I bought a ready-made crust and all I had to do was mix together a can of pumpkin glop with evaporated milk and an egg, dump it in the shell and call it a pie. So it wasn't the end of the world when that pie was ruined.

Off I went to the store, heavy snow falling, to buy a pie. $9.99 for a large pumpkin pie. It wasn't homemade (ahem, like grandma's homemade) but it was quite good.

My husband and I had Thanksgiving dinner alone this year. Well, if you can call “alone” eating with two dogs lying near your feet glancing up at you in hopes that something will fall from the table.

It's sad but it's just the facts of life; people die or move away and unless you have a huge family, you're going to be left alone or nearly alone some day. My mom and grandmother decided to go out to dinner with my aunt who lives a little over an hour away. Joe and I opted not to spend the money to go out to eat but rather save the money for Christmas. We had no other invitations for dinner so we decided to make a small dinner at home for ourselves.

I bought a small turkey (12 lbs) and a few “fixins'” and we made a nice meal. It was a simple meal of turkey, homemade gravy, bread made from scratch (my husband's doing of course), green bean casserole and (Stove Top) stuffing. Ah yes, and my husband found a can of cranberry sauce {gag} in the cupboard.

After dinner and clean-up, we rested and enjoyed our day off from work and later my mother stopped over to have dessert and coffee with us.

I grew up having large holiday dinners so I will admit I was a little lonely at first, but I can honestly say that I enjoyed today with my husband and our special little meal.

I am very thankful for the freedom we still have in this country to get together with friends and family, to buy and sell, to go to church and publicly worship God. I am thankful for my salvation and God who always looks after me and never leaves me. I am thankful for my family, those who are both near and far, especially my mother and grandmother who live close by. I am thankful for friends. I am thankful for my husband who has always been there for me, always been supportive of the things I want to do, and who loves me.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

I See Dead People

While living at my mom's apartment from 9th grade til my 20's, I discovered “something” there which can only be explained as a ghost. I call him Henry because it's less scary to name a ghost than to pretend he isn't there.

I do believe in spirits, good and bad. I also believe, despite what horror movies portray, that spirits (“ghosts” if you will) cannot hurt you. God is in control of everything and anything that roams on the earth (or out of the earth) and that includes the spirits. I do believe there are evil spirits lurking about but I also believe in good spirits, maybe angels or even guardian angels.

At one point while living at that apartment, I had the middle bedroom. The bathroom was across the hall from the bedroom and when I came out of the room, if I looked to the left, I could see down past the dining room and into the living room. Out of habit, every night when I woke to go to the bathroom, I always looked to the left while coming out of my bedroom door. I have no idea why, I just did.

One night when I happened to look over, I saw a dark silhouette of a man standing behind the couch in the living room (the couch sat in front of a large window but it appeared that the man was inside, not behind the window). I just stood there in shock. He didn't move, I didn't move. I finally came to my senses and bolted to the bathroom (though I think I had already peed my pants). After that night, I never looked anywhere but straight across the hall to my destination.

I believe my mother had a few “encounters” in that apartment and on occasion things would go missing or some silly thing would occur so mom and I joked saying it was Henry. When I was married and lived in a house in Ilion, there were also “sightings” and happenings and I would joke saying Henry followed me.

Henry never touched me, never harmed me or my friends/family, he was always just there. I always thought if I had a guardian angel or some such thing that it would be a lighter appearance, not a dark silhouette. Not sure why Henry stuck around or even followed me.

In my current house, there have been no sightings or mishaps so I do believe Henry resides somewhere else. And for that, I am thankful!

Friday, November 22, 2013

Can You Say......Psycho??

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This is a fun memory.

I was in my early 20's and living with my mom in an apartment.  My bedroom was right off of the kitchen, my mom's bedroom was down the hall.

One night I woke up to screaming....I could have sworn it was my mother's scream.  I froze in bed, not knowing what was going on.  I wanted to hide under the covers (as if that would protect me from a murderer) but I worried about my mom so I threw caution to the wind and climbed out of bed.  I crept out of my bedroom, wondering what I could use for a weapon.  The apartment was silent.  Right outside my bedroom door was the kitchen counter and on the counter was a block with several sharp knives.  I grabbed the largest, a butcher knife, and tiptoed to my mother's bedroom (careful not to look down the hall into the living room as that is where my "ghost" liked to hang out at night but that is for another blog post).

I slowly opened the door to my mother's room.  All was silent.  I feared she was dead but where was the murderer?  I crept into her room and said "Mom?".  Silence.  Slowly making my way to her bed, knife raised high just in case, I said (again) "Mom?".  I flipped on the light, standing over her with knife held high, and my mom's eyes opened and became very wide.  "Melly?" she asked, with a tiny bit of confusion to her voice.  I replied "Mom, are you ok?" which she replied "Yessssssss....what are you doing?"

Well then I told her what I was doing and she insisted everything was ok and that she hadn't screamed.  She could have yelled out from a nightmare or the woman who lived in the 1st floor apartment below us could have screamed.  Either way, mom and I were safe.  My knife and I went back to bed.

Monday, November 11, 2013

Happy Birthday Luke

Today is my dog, Luke's, 5th birthday.  He is my "fur baby" and is spoiled rotten.

My husband and I always wanted a dog but didn't really plan ahead for Luke.  We heard from a friend that someone was selling pure bred Border Collies for $50.00 because their home was being forclosed and they had to get rid of them fast.  So, about a week before Christmas, Joe and I braved a snow storm to pick out a puppy.  At the house, the kids held up 3 puppies; my husband pointed to Luke at the same time I pointed to another and at the same time said "That one".  I gave in to Luke because I thought "man's best friend".  HA, more like "mamma's boy".  He was 6 weeks old.

At first, Luke slept a lot.  He would play for short time but very easily became tired and we anxiously waited for him to wake up because we wanted to play with our new puppy.  Everyone loved Luke, even my mother who didn't meet him until New Year's Eve as she was out of state when we got him.

As the months went on, Luke's energy stayed with him longer and naps were shorter.  The vet insisted he'd calm down after he was fixed.  He did not.

Luke's favorite things to do are taking walks (he loves hiking on the nature trail), playing frisbee and chasing his brother, Cole (age 3) around the tree in our yard.

We adopted Cole when he (Cole) was 1-1/2 and him and Luke became best buds.

Now my boy is 5 and no signs of slowing down but I'm glad.  I don't want him to get old.

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Trick or Treat, Smell My..........What???


~ My mother dressed me in a chicken costume when I was 1 or 2 years old. I don't remember that but I do have the picture to prove how miserable I was.

~ One year my mom dressed me as a banana – WHY? - and according to my grandmother I cried and fussed and refused to go out trick-or-treating. They put me to bed instead. Seriously do you blame me??

~ Loved the masks we used to wear that had a small slit for the mouth; didn't we all put our tongues through that slit?

~ Every year as a child, my sister and I would go trick-or-treating with our mother and our neighbor friends and their father. We would walk around East Herkimer for hours and always got a lot of loot.

~ As a teenager, I went with 2 of my close friends trick-or-treating (we dressed as little kids) and did ok with getting loot which was surprising since we looked too old to be trick-or-treating (ha ha we were too old).  Yeah, we were those kind of punks.

~ When my husband and I lived in Ilion, we passed out candy one year and had a blast. We had a ton of trick-or-treaters. In fact, at one point in the night I ran out of candy so I scoured the house (including my step kids' rooms – heeehee!) for more because we didn't want to stop passing it out. Not sure why but my husband (at one point) pulled his fleece over his head so I took a broom and pretended that I lopped his head off. Heehee good times.

 I don't hand out candy anymore because we don't get a lot of trick-or-treaters where we live but I enjoy shutting the lights off, having a cup of coffee (or in tonight's case hot chocolate), eating something naughty and watching the Charlie Brown Halloween special!


Wednesday, October 23, 2013

A Little Bit of This and That

A beautiful, sunny day tarnished by a doctor's appointment. An OBGYN appointment to boot. I don't think there is a woman out there who enjoys those appointments. Alas, it had to be done so I left the house determined to have a good afternoon, despite my destination.

Before I even was able to get out of the town of Herkimer, the following occurred:

~My contact lens popped out of my eye and I had no extras in my purse, therefore I had to turn around and stop home to grab a new one.

~The coffee I bought at Dunkin' Donuts had way too much sugar in it and I nearly spilled it all over myself because the girl filled it to the tip-top.

~I passed a guy wearing a shirt that said “D*mn I'm good”, yeah if you need to announce it then chances are you aren't that good. Just sayin'.

Finally reached my destination. Amusement occurred as I was registering at the front desk when an elderly man walked by yelling about a chair and the F-bomb definitely dropped from his mouth.....twice.

I sat in the waiting room and noticed several people sitting there tapping on their touch-screen phones, probably iPhones or Smartphones, and I'm all like “Here I am with my simple, old text messaging phone”. I spotted a woman reading a novel and was irritated that she was dog-earring the and severely so, not just a little dog-ear. This was half-the-page dog-eared. Don't people know how to treat books????

I thought I was at the height of my amusement and annoyance for the day but my new doctor and his staff proved me wrong....for the amusement part. I never had so much fun at a doctor's office in my life! We joked, we laughed, we talked about wine and many other things.

So when I said at the beginning of this post, “ I don't think there is a woman out there who enjoys those appointments”, I now mean “I really will look forward to these appointments in the future!”

Thursday, October 10, 2013

What's Burning Now?

As my family and friends know, I am not a very good cook for the main reason that I don't CARE and I tend to get distracted.....the result being something burned.

I love to bake and am pretty good at it. I even make peanut butter, oatmeal and chocolate chip cookies from scratch!! But sometimes I forget that something is baking and will burn a batch of cookies or the edge of the brownies or pie crust.

Well today the tables have TURNED.

I left my husband in charge of watching the cookies while I ran to the store for bread. I knew I could count on him to make sure the cookies came out of the oven in time. When I returned from the store, however, the house stunk and I knew cookies had been burned.

My husband looked at me sheepishly saying “I got distracted.”

HA! You know what he was distracted by? A kids' show that I had put on for the daycare kids before leaving.

Who is the cookie burner NOW????

Monday, October 7, 2013

Ants in My Pants

When I was younger (maybe early teens?) I went blackberry picking with my grandmother in the small field across the road from where my grandparents live.  The bushes were really close together and there were a lot of them in one area.  I loved picking blackberries with my grandmother but we didn't do it often so this particular day was a treat.

The sun was shining, the berries were plump and ripe, and our buckets were filling.

Then I felt something crawling.  I looked down and saw a black ant on my body so I swatted it off of myself.  Resumed berry picking then another ant...then another and another and then...

I looked down and I was COVERED in ants!!!!!!!!

I dropped my bucket and ran down the little ditch, across the road and jumped into gram's pool with my clothes on...screaming the entire time.

While in the pool, I stripped down to my - ahem - undergarments if you will.

Once I was sure the ants were off of me, I grabbed my clothes and made a beeline for the house to get dressed before anyone saw, almost naked.

I hate ants.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Kiss my WHAT????

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I hate grits

I tried grits for the first time ever when I was 25 and Gram and I were in a small diner in VA on our way to TN.  We were sitting at a booth near the counter and the waitress loudly proclaimed "You've never had grits?  You'll love 'em!" naturally all the guys (old redneck southerners ha ha) at the counter turned and everyone quietly watched as I took my first bite.

They were disgusting.

I coated them with sugar and butter but they were disgusting.  I think everyone was waiting for me to say "OH YUM these are the best grits I've ever tasted I LOVE GRITS" and then everyone would clap like in a movie or something.  I, instead, announced that I hated grits and would never eat them in my life and WHY would anyone want to eat them?

Everyone turned away quietly and continued on with their breakfast.  Gram finished my grits.  Gross.

So my questions are:

1.  Have YOU ever tried grits?
2.  Do you LIKE grits?
3.  Why are they CALLED grits?
4.  Where did the saying "kiss my grits" come from??

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Have You Ever.....................

Ran around outside in the rain......just because

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Fallen in the toilet (as a child or adult)

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Fallen out of an adult (sober)

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Put wet clothes in the dryer then walk away, forgetting to push the “start” button

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Fallen UP the stairs

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Apologized to your pet for stepping on their tail or tripping over them

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....and the ultimate...............................

Burned something on stove or in oven because you're distracted by Facebook!!!!

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Sunday, August 25, 2013

Here Kitty Kitty!!

Last Friday, my sister and I rescued an abandoned kitten. After asking around the neighborhood if anyone knew who she belonged to, we realized she was an orphan. My sister, who was visiting from Wisconsin at the time, has a lot of experience taming cats and kittens (strays, ferrels, etc) so we put the kitten with bedding, food and litter in my bathroom and 2 days later she was tame and loving us. I began calling her Pumpkin, as the bottom of her water dish said “Little Pumpkin”.

A few days later, we moved her to our spare room where it was more comfortable. She played, purred and was very happy. I slept in the spare room with her for a few days and I did not get a lot of sleep. This little one loved to play with my toes in the middle of the night, knock things off of my night stand and sleep on my chest right under my neck so I couldn't move. She also loved my eyelashes.  One night while I was reading in bed, she decided she needed to be involved too!

I fell in love and wanted to keep her. However, we have 2 grown male cats and 2 Border Collie dogs, not to mention I have slight allergies. Kittens are very high maintenance and get into a lot of mischief anyway, so I thought it best to find her a loving home.

And a loving home we did find. My friend and husband agreed to take her and give her a “forever home”. She came over on Saturday, a week later, to get her and I cried a lot throughout the day. I became very attached to Pumpkin but I know she is a wonderful home and I am very relieved about that.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Coffee ~ Wasn't Meant to Be


I love coffee. If you know me, you already know that fact. I grew up in a house where there was always a pot of coffee on. Always. Non-stop company at my gram's where I grew up therefore non-stop coffee brewing. I probably started drinking it when I was a teen. Who knows, maybe my mom slipped some in my sippy cup. I fell in love!

Recently, due to my GERD acting up, I have cut down on my coffee intake. Well, caffeine intake I should say. I have been drinking one cup of 1/2-n-1/2 (½ decaf, ½ caf) per day and a cup of just decaf per day (tragic but I'm dealing with it). At the end last week, I decided I could treat myself to a caffeinated coffee at Dunkin' Donuts, as my husband and I were doing a late night airport pickup and I knew I'd need my caffeine.

At D&D's, I ordered a small, hot coconut coffee...cream and sugar please. We got our order and drove off. I figured the girl would screw one of the 3 orders up (my husband, myself and a friend of ours) and sure enough, I took a sip of my coffee and nearly spit it out. It was coconut coffee for sure, and it was hot, and there was sugar in it.....but no cream. I can drink black coffee, no sugar, but do not give me sugar without cream.

I didn't drink the coffee, it was that bad. I decided to wait until we arrived at Syracuse Airport, anticipating a nice, hot cup of coffee from the little coffee shop on the 2nd floor near the gates.

Alas, we arrived at the airport, took the escalator to the 2nd floor, and.........NO COFFEE SHOP!! And no gates. They were renovating and moved the gates to the other end of the airport and took the coffee shop OUT. We walked the entire airport looking for that coffee shop but they hadn't put it back in anywhere.

I decided to try a vending machine coffee. I NEEDED CAFFEINE!! How bad could it be?


I paid $1.25 and chose the French Vanilla Latte. I watched the cup fall and watched as the machine “made” my latte. My friend made a comment that it looked like more milk than coffee and we wondered if any coffee was in the cup at all. I took a sip. I nearly spit it out. The first half of the cup was, indeed, milk.....and a little coffee and a LOT of sugar rested at the bottom.


No biggie. I'd go for a soda. I never drink soda anymore but this gal needed her caffeine. I put $2.25 in the machine (yes, $2.25..that is a LOT for a stinking soda) and as I put my last dime in the slot, it got stuck. I cried out “Noooooooooooooooo” and banged on the machine, getting a nasty look from the nearby janitor, and stared at the dime willing it to go down! I hit the machine once more and down the dime went. Phew!! Then I hit the button for the soda of my choice. Nothing happened. Are you kidding me!! I banged on the button and my soda finally came out.

I chose Root Beer. I don't believe there is caffeine in Root Beer.

I guess it wasn't meant to be.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Ode to Bugs

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Ants and flies and red things too,

Flying, crawling, in my shoe!

I swat and I crush and I spray with Raid,

But they always come back, never afraid.

Ants in the kitchen but I cannot light a torch,

Red things crawling outside all over my back porch.

Flies buzzing about my head,

Oh I wish they all were dead!

Summer brings the crawlies and the flying things too,

I squirm and I skeeve and I cry BOO HOO!

Monday, June 24, 2013

Profit or Loss?

My sister-n-law and I decided to have a joint yard sale at her house this past weekend. We chose to have the sale on Sunday because she worked part day Saturday, PLUS there was a huge indoor garage sale at the Herkimer County Fairgrounds (Saturday) so we didn't figure on making a lot of money with people being over there.

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Sunday morning arrived and it was HOT already at 7am. The entire day turned out to be (in my opinion) disgustingly hot and somewhat humid with nary a breeze. We had very few customers and I wasn't surprised. We ended up closing down at 1pm which was a good thing because 4pm rolled around and the big storm hit.

I didn't make a lot of money that day but it's no surprise why. Allow me to elaborate.

Started out with a money tin which held several quarters and $15.00 worth of one dollar bills to use as change throughout the day.

Dunkin Donuts: 3 coffees, a muffin and breakfast sandwich totaling $10.00 (used bank card, not cash).

Arrival to the house and my husband spots a small, plug-in, woodstove-looking heater that he wanted. Price tag said $10.00 so he told his sister he would give her $5.00 since her coffee and breakfast sandwich from Dunkin cost about $5.00. She agreed and now we have a cute little heater. $5.00 taken from money tin.

I spotted an awesome purse that she was selling for $5.00, therefore I bought it taking $5.00 out of my money tin.

Are you doing the math so far?

Before the sale began at 9am, my sister-n-law and I left my niece at the house while we walked to Fastrac where I purchased a 32 oz slushy for $2.99.

In 4 hours I sold $9.50 worth of stuff.

Spent $8.00 on lunch.

My father-in-law stopped by the sale and purchased something from his daughter for $10.00 and gave me $10.00 for no other reason than he is very generous and thought I should have it since my sister-in-law also had 10.

My mother stops over and gives me $10.00; $2.00 for her item purchased and the rest for whatever clothes I wanted to purchase from my sister-in-law.

Bought 2 clothing items from my sister-n-law totaling $4.00.

And so you have it folks. I have a very slight tan and not sure how much cash. Do the math. Perhaps you can figure out if I came out with anything, less than what I started with, or a little profit. I can tell you, though, I have a new purse, 2 new shirts and a cute little heater so I'm pretty happy.

I will attempt another yard sale at the end of August when it's not so hot. Maybe I'll do things right this time and earn some money, ha ha.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Never a Dull Moment

There is truly never a dull moment in my house. Or in my life, really. I have 2 Border Collie dogs (Luke and Cole) both under the age of 5 so still technically “puppies”; 2 cats (Gordon and Simba) – one semi-psychotic-borderline-bipolar and one in that “toddler” stage who gets into E V E R Y T H I N G including tons of mischief; I watch children in my home during the week ('nuff said); and though I'm not too accident-prone I do have my share of “incidents”.

In the course of just a few weeks, this was part of my life:

~Dropped a can off coffee while scooping, proceeding to spill coffee grounds (at least 1/3 of the can)

~Was pooped on by an infant (yes, all over my clothing)

~Argued with a 4 year old about an episode of “Dora” in which THEY were wrong but 4 year old kids think that anything on television is CORRECT

~Stepped on my psycho cat in the middle of the night on my way to the bathroom resulting in an ankle lashing (sheesh, it was dark and HE is dark colored)

~Almost fell out of the Jeep after opening the door when I THOUGHT my husband had parked...indeed, he had not parked yet

~Found my personal feminine items (which I had just purchased) torn apart and strewn about the kitchen floor (thank you, Cole)

~Did the “hokey pokey” for a Klondike crunch bar

Including MANY diaper changes daily, fast-paced walks with my dogs which usually result in tripping or something of the embarrassing affect, garbage bags breaking, dogs stepping in pile of swept-up dirt and vacuum bag exploding.

I love my life. I wouldn't trade it for anything because we HAVE TO LAUGH people! So laugh. Live, laugh and have a jolly old time!!