Sunday, October 31, 2010

Time For A Doctor Visit

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Three outdoor cats. One indoor cat. Two dogs...and a horse. We have some really sweet pets. Really sweet pets that needed to get their shots. I called the vet. She came out on Friday. She had her mobile office all packed up in the back of her pickup. Cool. I liked her a lot. She was good with the animals.

First, was Jazz. Jazz is a horse who I have to say was not all that thrilled with getting blood taken, a couple of shots and a vaccine up her nose. (who would be?) Horses are a lot like young children. A horse will fuss and carry on, but the "parent" has to say, "Look this is for your own good." (you might not believe me right now, but you need this! Stop it already, I'll give you an apple if you are a good girl. We are not above bribery.) All in all Jazz was a pretty good girl. Dr. Dyer showed me how to give Jazz the more common shots that she will need. I would have never guessed in a million years that this would be me. I'm now reading a lot about horses and giving my family information that even they didn't know.

Junior, our mutt, is a senior citizen. He is 13. Poor guy. He has a yeast infection and his joints are hurting. He's getting arthritis. The vet told us that he can take glucousimine and chondrotine (did I spell that correctly?) just like a human. So we got some for him at Walmart. It is orange flavored. He thought it was a snack so he ate it up. It won't cure him, but it will help with the symptoms. It's hard being an old dog.

On the other hand, Ace, the collie is in the prime of life. He is a poo head. Silly dog, who has a penchant for collecting all the food bowls. Not the food mind you, but the bowls. I think he has a bowl fetish. Whatever. He sat through his shots like a pro. As long as one pets him, he is your new best friend.

I found out for absolute sure the gender of all our cats. This has been bothering me for some time now. The three outdoor cats are all strays.  We are the proud owners of two girls and a baby boy. I pretty much figured this out, but it's nice to have it confirmed. The two girls "act" like girls. Pet me. Love me. I am a queen. The kitten is a boy and he is mischievous and does not understand self preservation. He will dart under the horse, jump on people and hang there, and attack the dog's tail. No common sense. Definitely a boy.

Joe, the indoor cat, is old too. He was trapped in the bathroom until we needed him for his doctors visit. Joe is a big scaredy cat....but, I have to say that he was good and took his shots like a

Being a pet owner is a lot of work. Animals depend on the owner for everything. A place to sleep. Food to eat. Kindness.

That is why it always bothers me to watch pet rescue shows. I cannot understand how some people treat their animals so horribly. Animalsare like children,who depend on their parents to survive. Pet ownership is a huge responsibility.....but, it is also fun. Each animal has their own personality. Each is unique.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Snake Wrangling

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Image via Wikipedia"]Line art drawing of a black snake.[/caption]

Snakes really aren't my favorite creature ever created. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Those that love snakes would tell me, "Snakes get a bad rap. They are not really scary. They help to control the rodent population." Yada....yada....yada. Whatever, people. Let's face it, one can't pet or snuggle with a snake. Snakes have fangs. They bite with those fangs, if agitated. Giving a snake a hug could prove dangerous, especially if said snake is a boa constrictor. Just sayin'. How many of us have ever heard of snakes called Fifi, or Fido? No? No! One hears names like Squeeze or Viper. Sorry. It's just not a love relationship with me. As long as snakes stay outside in the fields they are safe. If they come near my house....they might be separated from their head. Just sayin'.

My aunt emailed me the other day. She was down in the basement of her house and came across a snake skin. Not the kind of thing a woman wants to find in her house. Spiders. Check. An occasional mouse. Check. Check. A long snake skin. Oh, no I don't think so! She promptly did what any God-fearing woman would do. She called an exterminator. The first guy said they didn't work with snakes, but he'd put her in touch with someone who did. (Good, make it snappy, Mister!)

A young woman showed up. She went down into the basement to check things out. Uh huh....definitely a snake skin. After some investigation and caulking of any holes, she declared that the snake was long gone. The basement was snake free. She even guaranteed her work for 10 years. (Better be!)

She informed my aunt that it is illegal to kill snakes in the state of Maryland. Say what?! Yep. I didn't believe it either, but it is true. I guess if I still lived in Maryland that my picture might be hanging in the post office, under the most wanted criminals section. A hardened snake killer. If a snake was in my house he'd deserve what he got. So there.

The young female snake wrangler was at the house for maybe a half hour...and my aunt had to fork over several hundred dollars. I'm thinking I might have my children consider snake wrangling as their desired career. They could make the big bucks. Enough money to help keep me in the lap of luxury in my old age. If they are really good they might be able to have their own cable TV show, sort of like Dog The Bounty Hunter. I would be so proud.


Friday, October 29, 2010

Lovin' Me Some Tractor Supply

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I never used to go to Tractor Supply. Not ever. Had no real need to visit. That all changed when I "came back" to the country. My husband and I spend a lot of time at this place now. A lot. Who knew that a woman could have such a good time at this store? Here are some of my adventures of late:

1. They have lip balm at TS. It's called Chicken Poop. Really. It's not really made with Chicken Poop, but it's a cool name, huh? I bought my mom some (as a gift bag decoration) for her birthday. She thought it sounded gross. Obviously, the woman has no taste. I TOLD her it really wasn't chicken poop. I don't know if she believed me. Shows how much she trusts her eldest daughter. Hmmppfff!

2. My hubby and I bought our daughter some really CUTE boots to muck the horse stall in. They are brown and orange with flowers on them. She is more used to "manly" boots. We told her she is a girl. She will wear the boots and look cute as any girl can, when her boots are covered in sawdust and horse poo. But anyway....

3. I check out their bulletin board while there. I like to look at what animals are for sale. Cows, horses, dogs, llamas, anyone?

4. We got more wood shavings for the horse stall. Who knew how much a horse can poop? Let me just say, A LOT. And cleaning up after a horse is not like changing a diaper. At least a baby is some what self contained. Just imagine how much an animal weighing several HUNDRED pounds can put out. Just sayin'.

5. I appear to be talking a lot about poop today. Go figure.

6. My husband is coveting a Carhartt coat. He said they are the warmest coats ever. That might make the short list for a Christmas present. Don't tell him.

7. How fun is it to pick out gates? Deep blue? A Rusty red? Or the old standby, silver? (We went with blue, by the way)

8. Last night the girl at the cash register asked if we would like to buy a flashlight? They were on sale. So we did...only because they were super cute. (At least that was my opinion, my husband probably would not describe it that way.) The flashlight can fit in the palm of ones hand, and yet has a very powerful light. Good for night trips to the barn. Or checking on the dogs. Or just walking around the yard for no reason the dark. Don't ask. One never knows.

9. Sometimes my husband strays to the aisles full of nuts, bolts, screws. Boring stuff. I don't really like those aisles very much. So, while he is looking at the bins of bits and pieces, I occupy myself by counting all the small pieces that have accidentally been dropped on the floor in that aisle. I count them. I think about the store employee that has to get down on their hands and knees and retrieve all those pieces. What a pain. He (or she) is probably cursing the nuts and bolts aisle. Who can blame him?

10. That aisle is near to where the chain is. The other day we needed a length of chain and I enjoyed watching the man put the chain in the machine that cuts it to the desired length. I have to admit that when near that machine I have a nearly uncontrollable urge to throw some other object in the machine to see if it can cut something besides chain. I end up not doing it. I don't want to break the TS chain cutting machine. Besides it would probably cost a lot to replace and I'd feel badly about it. I'll just keep my destructive tendencies to myself. For now.

So, as you can see, Tractor Supply is my new fun and fav store. Some people like Saks, Belks, Proffits, JcPenney, or Kohls.  Hey, all I'm saying is.....give Tractor Supply a chance. You just might be surprised.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

It's Alive! It's Alive!

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="180" caption="Image by Canadian Veggie via Flickr"]Radiant Heated Sidewalks[/caption]

My husband and I built (and I use that term loosely) our house. Really, my husband designed the house and made sure everything was getting done, other men actually built the house. I pretty much just visited during the process and looked at how things were coming along...and made comments. My contribution to the process pretty much went like this, "This half bath will look soooo cute!", "I like the view from the front of the house.", or "I think I just saw a spider crawl under the baseboard. Sweetheart, have you seen a lot of spiders?"  In my defense I DID stain our big front door. In the garage. In the middle of February. When it was like -100 degrees outside---and it felt just as bad inside because the stinkin' house wasn't heated yet. My hands went numb and froze to the brush I was staining with. And for those of you that know about staining, I realize that one should not stain when it is that cold. But, I also know that I wasn't lugging a 500,000 pound door somewhere else to stain it. And, I also wanted the huge gapping hole in the front of the house covered so the Arctic wind couldn't get in. So, I made due. It was one of those experiences that I will one day tell my grandchildren about....."Oh, yes sweethearts. Grandma's hands are permanently stained brown because of the freezing cold, door staining incident during the winter of 2009." Aaahhhh.....the memories.

I love our house. I really do. But.......don't tell anyone...I think our house is alive. Yes, I still have my wits about me. No, I'm not having hallucinations. Let me explain, that I'm not really anymore than (ab)normal.

1. We have geo-thermal heating. If one happens to be standing in the garage when it comes "on", it sounds as if the house just breathed a huge sigh. I'm not kidding. It sounds very human. Sigh.

2. We have a metal roof on our house. On really windy days (which tend to me many, here in rural Ohio) the house sounds as if it is moaning. You can really hear it in the attic. And no we are not haunted. It is not a scary moan. Besides if we were haunted it would probably only be the spirit of a dead cow, considering our property used to be some farmer's cow pasture in days gone by. Just sayin'.

3. I'm still getting used to the fact that we have a soaking tub with jets, in the master bath. The tub is set on a timer to "blow out"  it's jets once a day. It's kind of like a reverse vacuum cleaner. Anyway, I forgot about it the other day. I was sitting on the toilet, minding my own business when, 'whoosh!', the thing kicked in. Um...let's just say, I'm glad I was already on the toilet so I didn't pee my pants.  I think I heard the tub laugh.

Right now, I'm listening to the hum of the dishwasher. The music of my life.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

I Can't Seem To Write

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="184" caption="Image by V'ron via Flickr"]Rainy window, rainy tree[/caption]

Do you ever go through periods where you just feel overwhelmed? Blah? Can't seem to "get it together"? Concentration is elusive? Well, I'm having one of those days. It actually started last night. I feel sort of helpless in the midst of this. I don't like this feeling.

1. The list in my head keeps growing.

2. Things I need to do.

3. Things I want to do.

4. And yet, I don't want to think about my list.

5. I need to do more laundry.

6. I should do my daily house cleaning.

7. I just want to watch TV.

8. Normally, I don't even like to watch a lot of TV.

9. What is the matter with me today?

10. My brain hurts.

11. I feel like I should be doing something.

12. Something impressive.

13. Something original.

14. Something meaningful.

15. And I sit.

16. No energy.

17. A headache.

18. Desire with no drive.

19. I don't like this feeling.

20. Not one bit.

Asking 'Why' Is Normal

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Image via Wikipedia"]PET scan of a human brain with Alzheimer's disease[/caption]

I have a lot of family and friends that are dealing with illness themselves, or illnesses of those they love. Some of the loved ones have had tests come back, with news that is not very encouraging. Some of them are having to learn to live with a chronic condition, others know they are dying. Friends and family members are having to learn about scary medical terms, and medical diagnoses that they can't really get their mind around. Scared. Angry. Sad. Confused. Accepting. Forgiving. Frightened. Heartbroken. Encouraged.

Many times people ask ,"why"? Why me? Why my husband? Why my wife? Why my child? Why cancer? Or an incurable heart disease? Or Alzheimer's? Or Cystic Fibrosis? Or a myriad number of other medical conditions that change the lives of the ones that have them, as well as those that love them.

Why is a huge question. If I had the answer to that, I would be a much sought after woman. Sometimes I blog about funny things, or controversial things, and sometimes I blog about things that make others sad. Sometimes I just feel led to blog about a certain thing, something that is on my heart. But, I don't have the answer to, why.

I have mentioned in previous blog entries that my husband and I co-facilitate a GriefShare group. The group is for those that have lost someone close to them. This last group meeting was about the question, why. I learned some new things last week, or at least was reminded of them. I want to share some things with you. I never know who is touched by what I have to say, or whether the things I mention help anyone....but, if I say even one thing that does answer a question, touches a heart, turns a soul toward God, or gives some reassurance...then it is worth it.

1. We are all terminal patients in this life.

2. Everyone is going to's just that most of us aren't forced to think about it.

3. "When you ask 'why',  you are in essence validating your own humanness and realizing you are not in control." ---Dr. Tim Clinton

4. There are questions that we have in this life, that will not be answered this side of Heaven.

5. My finite mind cannot understand an infinite God. If I could understand all His reasons,could understand why He allows the things He does, that would make Him a very small god.

6. Knowing 'why' wouldn't make the hurt any less.

7. God reveals enough.

8. Attitude might not change your circumstances, but it does change YOU.

9. We are each on a journey. Some journeys are longer than others. Some have more struggles than others.

10. Everyone is going through something. Sometimes others can see it. Sometimes not.

11. Life is like a tapestry. God can see the beautiful story that he is stitching together from His perspective in Heaven. Down here on earth we can only see the "ugly" side of the tapestry. We see the knots and strings, the stops and starts, the new threads...on the underside of the tapestry. It doesn't make sense to us...because we can't see how we each fit into the picture. But God knows. He knows what He is doing.

12. It is good to feel a part of something bigger than yourself.

13. Illness and death are scary for everyone involved.

14. Being scared or angry is normal.

15. You don't have to stay scared and angry.

16. It is a choice.

17. I wish I could hug everyone that is in pain.

18. And cry with them.

19. Tears are cleansing.

20. Jesus loves us. He understands grief. When His friend Lazarus died, the Bible tells us that Jesus wept.

21. Jesus understands pain.

22. His love caused Him to lay down His own life for us.

23. He loves each of us that much.

24. Pain is not because God hates you.

25. He has not forgotten you.











Sunday, October 24, 2010

There Is Beauty In The Simple Things

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="240" caption="Image by MikeAncient via Flickr"]Sunrise on Vanha Porvoontie[/caption]

1. Warm candle light spilling  from the windows on a dark, chilly night.

2. Opening the mailbox to find a letter addressed to you.

3. Breathtaking sunsets where all the colors melt into each other.

4. Small churches with stained glass windows and steeples.

5. Lantern style street lights.

6. The very first snow of the year

7. Hot chocolate with gooey marshmallows.

8. Flavored coffee in a favorite mug.

9. The smell of a fresh cut Christmas tree.

10. Thanksgiving with family and friends around the table.

11. Having plenty to be thankful for.

12. The laughter of small children.

13. The silence on Christmas Eve.

14. The clank of wind chimes.

15. Driving down a country road.

16. Finding a great coffee shop in town.

17. The smell of apples and cinnamon.

18. A day off

19. Snuggling on the couch with a the TV remote and a bowl of popcorn.

20. Having friends over.

21. Laughing at something stupid.

22. Music that touches the soul.

23. A much loved and well worn bathrobe.

24. A loyal pet.

25. Friends

26.The beauty of nature

27. Holding hands

28. Smiling

29. Memories of happy times

30. Knowing that you are unique, no one can ever take your place.

God blesses us every day with the simple things.


Saturday, October 23, 2010

Happy Birthday Mom!

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="240" caption="Image by Rob J Brooks via Flickr"]Happy Birthday Candles on Angel Foods Cake[/caption]

Today is my mom's birthday.

She was born in 1945. A lot of things happened in 1945....

In the Fall of that year my mom made her appearance. She was the fifth child....Ruth Marie.  Her parents would later add two more children to the family, after my mom, for a grand total of seven. Two boys, five girls.

A great many things have happened since that day in October, sixty-five years ago.

Some good.

Some not so good.

All, a part of life.

Happy Birthday Mom.

This is your day.

A day to celebrate you.







Friday, October 22, 2010

Living With The Dead

nokak thurston funeral home, n high st

In the spirit of spookiness during the month of October. ....

I have visited funeral homes, more than my fair share during my lifetime. Never a fun experience.

Well, except for THAT TIME.

1. My sister and her new husband lived in a small apartment.

2. While my brother in law worked on his Masters degree.

3. An opportunity presented itself, to live in a large (entire second floor) apartment in a beautiful old home for little or no rent.

4. Only one catch.

5. The beautiful old house was a funeral home.

6. And their job would be to help keep the downstairs clean, instead of paying a huge amount of rent.

7. Hmmmmm.........

8. My sister and brother in law decided why not?

9. The work wasn't hard.

10. And the neighbors would be quiet.

11. Right?

12. So, they found themselves vacuuming around "Mrs. Jones" as she quietly laid in the front room.

13. Or dusting the tables, where "Mr. Smith's" flowers were setting.

14. It was peaceful. And quiet. Good neighbors.

15. While they were living there-

16. My (late) husband and I visited, with our toddler son.

17. My husband was a bit freaked out.

18. I thought it was kind of cool, but I've always been kind of freaky that way.

19. Just as my husband and I were getting snuggled in bed  one night...

20. My sister pops her head in the door and says---

21. "Hey, don't worry about it if you hear the garage door opening tonight."

22. (The guest room we were in, was right over the garage.)

23. " That will just mean one of the guys that works here had to go pick up a body tonight."

24. Alrighty then.

25. And yes, we did hear the garage door that night.

26. And yes, my big, strong husband was totally freaked.

27. Mu wah ha ha!

28. On this same visit my son wanted a picture taken with his aunt.

29. As she parked a hearse.

30. How many people can say that?

31. Unless your family happens to be in the biz.

32. I also got a little tour of the embalming room.

33. Very clean.

34. In a stainless steel kind of a way.

35. This satisfied my desire for a little spookiness.

36. I know. I'm weird.

37. I couldn't be a funeral director.

38. I think it would get to me after awhile.

39. If I had to be there everyday.

40. But it was fun, to visit

41. Especially, since everyone that I loved at the funeral home...was alive.

42. That made everything so much better.

43. The fun all came to an end when my brother in law got his Masters degree.

44. Then he was off to get his PhD.

45. In another school, in another city.

46. The new apartment wasn't nearly as interesting.

47. The complex was a lot more crowded.

48. And the neighbors were a lot noisier.

49. Oh well.

50. It was fun while it lasted.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Thank you, thank you very much!

Hey people! Look what I won today. I actually won something. It is a miracle. Let us all have a moment of silence......

Lisa, my blogging friend extraordinaire, gave me the award...because she is extremely cool like that. You need to check her out at Gathering  The Nuts.

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  • Share 7 things about yourself. 

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7  Interesting Things About Me You Might Not Have Known:

1. I have actually gotten out of bed after getting all warm and snuggled in, just to go check that I've turned everything off in the kitchen. Even though I know I did. I think I am a little bit OCD, but I better go and check.

2. Sheep and goats kind of scare me. It freaks me out that their eyes are so far apart. They make me a little nervous. They look shifty to me.

3. I dental floss every night. (smug smile)

4. In the winter months, I get feet that resemble elephant hide. They are not pretty, nor are they soft. I kinda envy the girls with pretty feet. Is that wrong of me? Maybe this is why I have such a sock addiction?

5. I want to write a book some day. You can say you knew me when.... and I will gladly autograph a book for you.

6. I've never liked to chew gum. I can't stand when people chew gum sounding like a cow that just pulled it's foot out of the mud. It takes great self control on my part not to yell, "Hey you! Yeah, you. For the love of pete! Swallow the gum already."

7. I have a fantasy that one day I will wake up and be a beautiful, slender, wrinkle free, energetic wife and mother.  Then I get up and look in the mirror.

I'm starting out with ten of my favorite bloggers. They are awesome. Informative. Funny. Inspirational.

1. Kim Pugliano

2. Tom Baker

3. Kelly Hay

4. Bonnie Gray

5. Sandy Morris

6. Zach

7. Missy Olivo

8. Kittie

9. Eddie Brock

10. Ree Drummond

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Shooting Stars

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="159" caption="Image by Jasen Miller via Flickr"]North Star Circa RMNP[/caption]

My "walking buddy" and I are out the door and walking by 6 a.m. in the morning. The past couple of mornings it has been pitch black outside and COLD. I'm trying to convince myself that this early morning exercise is invigorating. As long as I'm layered up, I'm okay...and to tell the truth I like the cold more than I do the hot. Too much heat and humidity just makes me crazy. Crazier than usual...and that is saying something.

1. Walking in the early morning darkness can be a little creepy.

2. I hear things.

3. Things that rustle in the the trees and bushes on the side of the road.

4. Things that probably have hooves, or claws, or teeth.

5. I make myself feel better by reminding myself that they are more afraid of me...

6. Than I am of them. Hopefully.

7. Don't tell me otherwise.

8. I do enjoy the time to talk with my friend.

9. It is very satisfying to solve the world's problems, before breakfast.

10. We are that good.

11. Really

12. Okay, maybe not...but, we try.

13. And it's good therapy.

14. And way cheaper.

15. Yesterday and today the sky has been crystal clear.

16. Breathtaking, really.

17. I saw 2 shooting stars yesterday.

18. And 3 more today.

19. There is something about looking into the heavens...

20. Realizing how small I actually am.

21. In the big scheme of things.

22. It makes me in awe

23. Of He who created the stars in the skys

24. And calls each by name.

25. Peace


[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Image via Wikipedia"]An American Quarter Horse in winter.[/caption]

I've always appreciated horses. I check them out at the fair. Love watching a good rodeo. Went on the occasional trail ride growing up. Loved watching the cowboys in westerns...who doesn't love Trigger? Scout? Silver?  How about Black Beauty? Sea Biscuit? Secretariat?  Who doesn't know about Belmont? Preakness? The Kentucky Derby? Hello. It's all about the horses.

When I married Scott I sort of got a more up close and personal experience with horses. My (adult) daughter, Jessica knows all about horses. She even went to school to get educated about horses. She's my go to girl if I have any horse questions. Well, Breanna my youngest daughter, she has Jazz. Jazz has been boarded at 3 different places since Scott and I got married almost 5 years ago. We had Jazz transported all the way from Texas to Ohio. Then she stayed with a horse trainer, and finally with some friends before settling (FINALLY!) here at our house. We brought her home on Sunday afternoon. She seems happy as a clam. I'm looking at her through the window now, as I blog. She cuts quite a beautiful country scene as she grazes in the early morning light.

1. I really don't know much about horses.

2. But I am willing to learn.

3. Horses have really furry ears.

4. I noticed that yesterday while talking to Jazz.

5. Jazz likes to be pet.

6. She watches me with her big brown eyes.

7. Breanna brushed her.

8. She started to close her eyes.

9. I think the horse thought it was a massage.

10. She was being pampered.

11. Horses have big teeth.

12. I noticed these while she was eating.

13. Note to self: Don't get your hands near her food. A chomp from those teeth would probably hurt.

14. If Jazz is not in the mood for get "the butt".

15. I think that is sort of like a person giving someone "the hand". Like, whatever.

16. Hmmppppfff.

17. Also, I've learned in a short amount of time that one should not stand near the back of a horse.

18. Jazz hasn't kicked.

19. But she could if she felt like it.

20. Also, horse poo is not something one wants on them.

21. Just sayin'.

22. Jazz is part Quarter horse and part Welsh pony.

23. Pretty, pretty girl.

24. Having a horse(s) will be fun.

25. The llamas across the road stand at the fence and watch Jazz.

26. The new kid on the block.

27. Let's stare at her.

28. I still love llamas.

29. If you think about it they are sort of like long necked, sheep horses. Kinda.

30. I do love living in the the country.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

I Need New Socks

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Image via Wikipedia"]Rainbow striped toe socks worn with thong sandals[/caption]

For those of you that are new readers, you aren't aware that I have an addiction to socks. You might think that is an odd addiction. True. I never said my addictions were run of the mill.

1. It's getting cold in Ohio.

2. I like this fact.

3. October is my absolutely favorite month.

4. I'm putting my flip flops away for the season.

5. I got into my sock drawer this morning.

6. I've noticed I've worn out a lot of my socks.

7. I need new ones.

8. Lots and lots of new ones.

9. Not plain white ones either....I like white, but I prefer a rainbow of colors.

10. And patterns.

11. I'm nuts. I know.

12. I aspire to be a sock fashionista--with warm tootsies.

And by the way...they don't have to match my outfits. I'm cutting edge that way.

Friday, October 15, 2010

You Just Don't Know

[caption id="" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Image via Wikipedia"]a hospital room (Denmark, 2005)[/caption]

I have several friends that have lived with or are living with devastating news. I was thinking about that yesterday... One just never knows what others are truly going through.... Job loss, financial devastation, medical diagnoses, depression, a bleak prognosis, family members who take their own lives, death, divorce, children who refuse to listen. There are so many people, going through so many things. One just doesn't know.

Never assume that you know me

Because what I'm dealing with

is not what you see.


Many times because of pride,

I refuse to show

the hurt inside.


A diagnosis, illness, pain

cover me like

a gray, winter rain.


I go through each day

doing what I should

Not knowing what to say

Wishing I could.


I want to cry

I want to scream

I sort of try

to not act mean.


I need a hug

I need your smile

I need you to go

that extra mile.


When the prognosis, diagnosis...

Is too much for me to bear

I need your friendship

I need you to care.


Thank you for being my friend.


-------Dawn Gibson




Thursday, October 14, 2010

The Chilean Miners

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Did you watch the drama unfold in Chile, yesterday?

1. It's nice to watch GOOD news on TV, isn't it?

2. I loved watching the men hug their family members.

3. I teared up.

4. It must have been scary being in a hole for 60+ days.

5. One of the men told his family..."There were 34 of us down there, because God was there with us. He never left us."

6. That gives me chills.

7. I'm so glad they all survived.

8. We all NEED the good news.

9. People around the world watched the events unfold.

10. We were all cheering them on.

I wish them all well.


Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Don't Underestimate Me

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One should never underestimate a woman with a bad case of arachnophobia.

I got home today and there were at least 50 brown spiders crawling around the door to the laundry room. The door off the deck to my bedroom. Hanging on the window screens, crawling on the siding.... I freaked out. It was like a bad scene from the movie ARACHNOPHOBIA.

1. I decided this weather was making the spiders want to come inside.

2. Uh....I don't think so.

3. After getting a stick and flicking the spiders off from around the door....

4. I ran inside, hoping nothing with eight legs would drop on my head.

5. And give me a heart attack.

6. Right there at the laundry room door.

7. Not the way I plan on going.

8. So, I looked around the laundry room shelves.

9. Ah ha!

10. A can of Raid.

11. If it could work on flies and ants, by georgy it would work on spiders.

12. Poison is poison.

13. And those suckers were GOING DOWN.

14. It sort of scares me, the glee I had at coating the spiders in the spray.

15. And watching them shrivel up.

16. After a valiant attempt at crawling...

17. And trying to get the heck out of dodge.

18. My maniacal laughter ringing in their ears.

19. Do spiders have ears?

20. Just curious.

21. So anyway, I blasted them.

22. Every one I could find.

23. Big, small, brown, black...whatever.

24. I took no prisoners.

25. That's what they get.

Let it be a lesson to all critters...never underestimate a woman with a big can of Raid.

Being The Hands And Feet Of Jesus

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As a Christian it is important to not only "talk the talk" but, "walk the walk". Sadly, there are people who call themselves Christians, who have alienated those around them. They religiously do the "ritual" but, totally miss the relationship. This quote is funny and unfortunately so true, "Going to church and sitting in a pew doesn't make you a Christian...anymore than going and sitting in your garage makes you a car."  If someone is truly a Christian, he/she carries the name of Christ in that name. I know I am not perfect, but it is my desire, and what I strive be more like Jesus.

In a world full of people who are in need, in pain, questioning and searching---I can be the "hands and feet" of Christ. I can reach out to others in love. Not because I am perfect. I am the farthest thing from perfect. Really. Not for self gratification or personal glory, nor fame or fortune. Only because God is good. That He would choose to use me, even in a small way is both humbling and extraordinary.

"Come you who are blessed by my Father....for I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me." ....."I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me."  (Matthew 25:31-46)

Read those verses again. They are profound.

It is not easy. I'm not saying it is. I tend towards selfishness. Most of us do. It's easier to look the other way, than to see the scruffy guy on the street who hasn't bathed in weeks. It's too painful to watch the dying. Holding a hand is hard when the body is riddled with cancer, or one has to look  into the eyes of an Alzheimer's patient. The guy sitting in prison deserves it. He did bad things. He doesn't deserve visits. He should rot. Right? Our human nature is repelled by these situations.

And yet..... What would Jesus do? What am I called to do because I carry His name with me?  He told me what He expects. Whatever I do to those that are helpless, poor, widowed, orphaned, hurt, destroyed, hardened, and heartbroken....I have done it to HIM.

Forgive me Lord. I fail so many times.  Help me to have YOUR eyes. To see others as YOU see them.

Help me to be more like YOU.


Saturday, October 9, 2010

Food Stamps

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New York officials are trying to say that if one uses food stamps he/she shouldn't be able to buy sodas or sugary foods. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Statistics tell us that 41.8 people in this country are on food stamps. That's a lot of people. Is the government going to tell all of them, what they can or cannot eat?

1. Do most people really WANT to be on food stamps?

2. Probably not, for the most part.

3. There are those who are " takers" who don't really mind to sponge off others....but, I think most people would rather not be dependent on the government for hand outs.

4. On the one hand...if a person accepts food stamps, should they have to adhere to what the gov't tells them to eat or drink?

5. Or is that too controlling?

6. Who believes that the gov't should become the food police?

7. Today it is soda, next month might it be cookie mix? or anything that has food dye in it?

8. When does it stop?

9. Shouldn't people be able to make their own decisions?

10. Some people will make poor decisions and spend it on junk. They will have to live with the consequences.

11. Some people will choose wisely, and their health will benefit.

12. But the decision is theirs to make.

13. I mean don't we all have to make decisions that are best for us individually?

14. I'm going to be watching this story...

15. To see who wins this battle...personal freedom? or government control?

Friday, October 8, 2010

Autumn Bliss

Farm at night

The nights bring a chill to the air

The sounds of football and marching bands become Friday night staples

I walk on crunchy, colored leaves

The candle light in the windows flickers in the evening dusk

A hot cup of coffee

A steaming mug of hot chocolate

Big, orange pumpkins for sale, by the side of the road

The honking of geese in the distance

Farmers harvesting their crops well into the night

Combine headlights looking like alien UFO's in the fields.

Sweaters pulled out of storage

Snuggling under soft blankets

The world is having one last fashion show of color

Before it settles into it's winter rest




Thursday, October 7, 2010

Remembering Kennis...


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My late husband's brother mentioned to me the other day that this weekend would be difficult for him. You see, my late husband and his brother were twins. Their birthday is this coming Sunday. If my husband had lived he would have been celebrating his 44th birthday. His birthday coming up, has allowed me to remember... I have a picture of him from his 26th birthday. It was him eating a piece of hot fudge cake at Darryl's restaurant in Knoxville, Tennessee. We were newlyweds (2 1/2 months) at the time. Goofy and laughing--with no idea what was ahead for us. I guess it was better that way. The not knowing...

Time went on... and I also remember his last birthday. Kennis and I and our children along with his parents, had gone to a seafood restaurant in Dandridge, Tennessee. We had a good time that night. He was celebrating being 34, in the midst of a chronic illness and an incurable heart disease. I remember us all riding in the car back home. We had a nice evening together. Little did any of us know how soon life as we knew it, would change. I'm glad we didn't know what was ahead of us. I guess it was better that way. The not knowing...

Three weeks later Kennis died. Just 3 weeks into his 34th year....and life changed for all of us that knew and loved him.

Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it's what's in the middle that counts. So, when you find yourself at the beginning, just give hope a chance to float up. And it will.

I wrote this blog two years ago as a memorial to Kennis. It was a hard blog entry to write. The memories were very vivid. I still remember them as if they just happened yesterday. It does not seem possible that nearly a decade has gone by.

For those of you that are new readers to my blog, I warn you this blog will be difficult to read.....but, it is me, being real.

In Memory of Kennis---
DISCLAIMER: Be aware that this blog entry will have some things in it that might be difficult or painful to read.

Back in August I did a blog about the memory of my husband’s late wife, Nancy.  Now, it is my turn to do a blog entry about my late husband, Kennis. This Tuesday will not just be election day, but also the day that marks the eighth anniversary of my first husband’s death.  Honestly, I can hardly believe eight years have gone by. It seems like a lifetime ago.

In late October of 2000 I was vacuuming in our living room. Vacuuming like a mad woman. My life was out of control. My husband was chronically ill. He was dying. We had a lot of medical bills. My life revolved around taking care of him….. I was vacuuming and keeping things in order because it was something I had control over…when everything else was so out of control.  On this particular evening my husband said to me in a premonition of what was to come, “Dawn come here and sit with me. The vacuuming can wait. Sit here with me because you know I won’t be here forever. I’m dying.” I in an angry voice replied, ” No, you won’t! I don’t want to hear you talk like that.” ” Yes. Come and sit over here with me.” Little did I know how quickly his words would become my reality……..November 4, 2000 was a Saturday. Kennis was brought to the hospital by me, the afternoon before with extreme pain. (He had a chronic heart condition that he had been diagnosed with the year before at the ripe old age of 32 years and 8 months) He was okay that morning and we talked and laughed. Some of his family visited and we watched the University of Tenn. play against the University of SC. After the game everyone left and it was just the two of us. Things seemed okay… Kennis called me over to his hospital bed, reached his arms up and pulled me close. “You know I love you, right?”, he said in his deep mellow voice. ” Of course”, I replied as I gazed up at him.  Moments later my husband yanked his IV’s out. I didn’t understand. I remember being confused as I stared at the crimson stains on the white hospital sheets….his voice echoing in my head….” I have to get up. I have to get up NOW! I need to exercise. I can’t just lay here. I have to run in the hallway!” I grabbed the nurses button and started screaming, ” Help me! Someone help me, PLEASE! Dear God, HELP ME!” Nurses came running in to Kennis’ room asking him questions like, ” What is your name? Who is the president? What day is it?” Sometimes he answered correctly, sometimes not. I said, “What is the matter with him?” ( I later found out lack of oxygen made him talk out of his mind.) They just shook their heads….and got some new sheets. Kennis laid back down….but not for long. He got back up. He was screaming at me. I KNEW something was terribly, terribly wrong. I screamed again as this time, my husband slumped over in the chair next to his bed.  His eyes rolled back. All I could see was the white of his eyes. At that moment I knew my husband was gone. I stood like a statue staring at him, my feet felt like I had concrete in them. I couldn’t move…even as the nurses and doctors crowded into the room yelling, “He’s coding!” I vaguely remember a nurse leading me to another room on the same floor to wait. As I waited, Kennis’ mother and father arrived. They had no idea what was going on and were escorted to the room I was in.

Much later the emergency room doctor and Kennis’ cardiologist walked in. The emergency room doctor looked directly at me….and I know how hard it must have been for him….”Mrs. Satterfield we lost your husband. I’m so sorry. I worked on him for 45 minutes straight. I couldn’t bring myself to stop even though we could never get a solid heartbeat. I didn’t want to give up because he was so young with a young family. I’m so very sorry.” At first I was confused…you lost him? Where is he at? Then I said, ” you mean he is dead.” I didn’t cry. I actually thanked him for his effort. It was all very strange, that I felt I should be polite. I guess that is the body’s way of coping with extremely painful news. Don’t think. Just do.  Though I was quiet, Kennis’ mom let out the most mournful scream I’ve ever heard. It made the hairs on my arms stand up, like with goosebumps. She slumped on her husband saying, “not my baby boy. not my baby boy. Dear Jesus, why my baby boy?” I remember at that very moment I felt worse for her then I did for myself…I lost my spouse, but she had lost her son. Thinking about our own 5 year old son who at the time was with my mother, I couldn’t begin to imagine the pain of losing a child.

Over the days that followed my family and friends were there to support me. They helped me every step of the way. They helped my son, and me to not feel alone. Life started to be a new kind of normal for us. It wasn’t the same mind you…it never would be the same, but life could be good again. Indeed, it has been good. God, in scripture, told me that He is a defender of widows and a father to the fatherless. He would never leave me. I cannot imagine what my life would have been like if I didn’t know the Lord. My hopelessness was replaced with hope. My grief was replaced with peace. It didn’t happen immediately, and there were days that were difficult…but God carried me through the most difficult times and brought me out on the other side.  Scripture also tells me, and I believe that God allows us to go through certain trials so that we can help others when they are in similar trials. I understand things now that it would have been impossible for me to understand had I not had to walk through the valley.

Shortly after my husband’s funeral I was cleaning in our bedroom. Trying to straighten things up…it was something to do, you know what I mean. I was trying to stay busy. I looked over at our dresser and noticed a piece of paper that I hadn’t seen there before. It was a scripture verse that had been written out in my husband’s own handwriting. I gently picked it up and read the familiar scrawl. This scripture was a message to me. A message from a wonderful and loving God. He gave me this message to read. A message that He had also given Kennis. “However, as it is written: “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love Him.” (I Corinthians 2:9) What peace I had after reading that. Thank you Lord.

When I think of my late husband I think of truck driving, and NASCAR, Earnhardt, and baseball caps. Woodworking and cooking. Grill master, canning and apple pies. He loved the University of Tennessee football, and his white pick up truck. He loved his daughters and son. He’d try to fix anything and if he couldn’t then he’d fake it:) I remember trips to the Bahamas, Florida and St. Louis. I remember the week I spent with him in the big rig. (and realized I could never do that! haha.) Memories tucked away in my mind…

My life has changed much since this day...I have gone on living. I am now able to think about Kennis and celebrate his life and all that he was, instead of staying in mourning. God has indeed blessed me and I appreciate each day now, much more than I ever did.

My late husband was very much like the prodigal son of the Bible. When he found out he was going to die, I believe he began to understand God much more. His relationship with Christ changed,  as they walked together through the valley of the shadow of death. Changed in a way that I honestly cannot really understand because I've not been there. Because my husband knew the Lord personally, I have no doubt that he is with Him in heaven. More alive today than he ever was here on earth. Thank you, Jesus. Amen.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Feeling Beautiful

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It's interesting that last week I read not one, but two blogs about female beauty. The blogs weren't written by women. Both blogs were written by men, and they were both very thoughtful...and in my opinion very insightful. It got me to thinking....

1. What is true beauty?

2. Is it only the physical?

3. Or is that just what we are taught?

4. The truth is those women that are physically beautiful, don't really have to work at it.

5. I remember a quote from a famous model.

6. She said something like, "Please don't love me because I'm beautiful. My beauty isn't something I earned, or am good at. I was born this way."

7. She used her physical beauty for a living, to make money, but it isn't the only thing she wanted to be remembered for. She understood that her physical beauty would one day fade, she wanted more than that.

8. I just thought that was interesting.

9. Women are's just that many women don't see it.

10. They have been trained to see only the flaws, not the beauty.

11. A beautiful smile that lights up her whole face...and is contagious to those around her.

12. A beautiful mind that questions and debates.

13.  Beautiful hands that reach out to help others... and arms that give hugs.

14. Laughter that is contagious.

15. Strong legs that can walk for miles.

16. Eyes that seem to look into the soul, or twinkle with mischief.

17. Witty banter.

18. Goofy grins.

19. Ponytails.

20 and Pixie cuts.

21. Short, Tall, or inbetween.

22. Mothers, sisters, daughters, friends.

23. There is a lot more to beauty than the latest styles or expensive "lotions and potions"...

24. And I think most men would agree.

25. True beauty can't be bought.

26. A truly beautiful woman will have people drawn to her.

27. Not because of her hair color.

28. Or because she is ultra thin.

29. But because she emanates confidence and her own personal style.

30. Her beauty shines.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Who Let The Dogs Out???

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The dogs escaped...

1. Elvis has left the building...

2. Or Ace and Junior have left the yard.

3. Stinkin' dogs!

4. Evidently, their batteries have run out on their collars.

5. We have one of those invisible fences.

6. It works great...when it's working.

7. Which is obviously not the case this morning.

8. Ace and Junior are romping around like convicts set free.

9. Ace was down on the road.

10. Barking at my neighbor's llamas.

11. It was the herding instinct in him.

12. Him being a collie and all.

13. The llamas did not appreciate him.

14. Junior is old and has arthritis.

15. He couldn't have gotten very far on his escape.

16. Not that he'd want to escape.

17. This is the same dog that licks the family kitten.

18. He is not a hardened canine.

19. After being yelled at, they are back near the deck where they belong.

20. Goober heads.