tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12017933619777015262024-03-05T02:08:21.359-08:00From Polly's PenPolly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-7976623862111204012010-07-11T12:12:00.000-07:002010-07-11T12:12:08.755-07:00Blogger Buzz: Blogger integrates with Amazon Associates<a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/2009/12/blogger-integrates-with-amazon.html">Blogger Buzz: Blogger integrates with Amazon Associates</a>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-3114360742112091432009-10-01T19:51:00.001-07:002009-10-01T20:09:45.050-07:00DIZZY BUSY !<div align="left">As this is my weekend to work before my trip to North Carolina with my granddaughter, today was my day off this week. So translated, that means it was my day to be sure to get all of Mother's chores and errands done before I leave town. Whew! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWljf1lTbb4Pnot0Sl7vZwsBlv_FOmhKRXuOayIDEXjNIbgRqNoeREUGW7IvnI-towmngRMh3Xtx11yYlehWF1qzh3F47keROfTfEh6NsELMcfwFGiQplDPgyMDpvFYFwS-Avqto9BomtX/s1600-h/!cid_64CACB7CF035437E9B4F8231F5F78544%40Main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387830805069914274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWljf1lTbb4Pnot0Sl7vZwsBlv_FOmhKRXuOayIDEXjNIbgRqNoeREUGW7IvnI-towmngRMh3Xtx11yYlehWF1qzh3F47keROfTfEh6NsELMcfwFGiQplDPgyMDpvFYFwS-Avqto9BomtX/s320/!cid_64CACB7CF035437E9B4F8231F5F78544%40Main.jpg" border="0" /></a> The day started with my laundry, then picking her up at 10:00 for a nail appointment. Two hours for that. Bath and Body Works shopping for gifts. The car wash. The dry cleaners. We saved the best for last........<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wal</span>-Mart.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK91O1bZ-socUExyVvNzqqjB7uH1n8BKa5Qj_m11owQ-USKv3R0aFE7aQizQUFZcHeNJ_zF9ZSWfG91Zb-a81uEejWRUdI87AE8XzaBpfY-IXczca6i7hLxkwAGZi3gWZ_fg0RUUGSYZeg/s1600-h/!cid_26DFAEDDF0AC41B1998DB3353EF56C5E%40Main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387830796757298738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK91O1bZ-socUExyVvNzqqjB7uH1n8BKa5Qj_m11owQ-USKv3R0aFE7aQizQUFZcHeNJ_zF9ZSWfG91Zb-a81uEejWRUdI87AE8XzaBpfY-IXczca6i7hLxkwAGZi3gWZ_fg0RUUGSYZeg/s320/!cid_26DFAEDDF0AC41B1998DB3353EF56C5E%40Main.jpg" border="0" /></a> By the time I got her back home this afternoon (about 2:30) I was exhausted. I cannot keep up with an 80 year old woman! There's a problem here.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvQo_eiA0tRAdpiM1y1rINa6uJqabo7KHHNRXFkSauiY98qZlAdN1FjilhM48nROHW6rUEG0X1iVNL0g_EPWvXkNHOhZpZhFNSbtLbpHzMi1qnYSMcBLWKCOpbjA99Zv-wr1qliggBUDN/s1600-h/Car+Wash.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387830786873122194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvQo_eiA0tRAdpiM1y1rINa6uJqabo7KHHNRXFkSauiY98qZlAdN1FjilhM48nROHW6rUEG0X1iVNL0g_EPWvXkNHOhZpZhFNSbtLbpHzMi1qnYSMcBLWKCOpbjA99Zv-wr1qliggBUDN/s320/Car+Wash.jpg" border="0" /></a> Had a solitary dinner consisting of the roast I put on to cook early this morning. Then off again with my best friend Gwen to a Caregivers Support Group meeting. </div><div>That was an interesting experience, to say the least. I've never been to any support group before and didn't really know what to expect. I truly thought it might just be everyone sitting around patting each other on the back. Oh no! Everyone there had a different situation and were dealing with them the best they knew how. Some were offered constructive advice and ideas were tossed around that room all evening. Such interaction with a great group of people! There was a particular lady there who seemed to really NEED the opportunity to talk to someone. Her husband is only 60 and has undergone a myriad of health problems. He is in a nursing home right now undergoing PT and she doesn't know what the long-term prognosis is. Financial matters are another great concern for her. Anyway, I will be praying for her AND for her husband. It suddenly made MY problems with Mother seem very insignificant.<br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-90826143254972098622009-09-30T19:57:00.000-07:002009-09-30T20:10:43.858-07:00Ah, October !<div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Ah, October! I have always loved it and am glad it is upon us even though it is a harbinger of winter (which I detest). An action-packed month for me, I work very little during the month. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Il4Zb0Oot7UNMsXLISIvWtnKlpakuRyS7k7pOR9Q4VMpUt9fvymyrhHpExUF7DmPpCnzAJ5RbwZV45BIo4pgq8Y4dGe9WezhIkuGSWRmVmB-_n8oqfXOd9lRt9FmrYAb65ykVJh00-CK/s1600-h/!cid_B835861C0FE94F0B8BC53279702B8BAD%40Main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387460919038268178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Il4Zb0Oot7UNMsXLISIvWtnKlpakuRyS7k7pOR9Q4VMpUt9fvymyrhHpExUF7DmPpCnzAJ5RbwZV45BIo4pgq8Y4dGe9WezhIkuGSWRmVmB-_n8oqfXOd9lRt9FmrYAb65ykVJh00-CK/s320/!cid_B835861C0FE94F0B8BC53279702B8BAD%40Main.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> THIS particular</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">October starts with my Tristin becoming an official "Tiger Cub". How exciting for him and isn't he a doll ! He is excited that he gets to walk in the Lincoln Days parade this coming weekend with his "pack". Sydney has joined a Brownie troop, but no pictures to share yet. She is taking a trip this weekend with her Mom and won't be there for the parade, but there will be lots of other fun things for her to do in the Brownies. It brings back a lot of OLD memories from when I was a Brownie. Yes, believe it or not, I did that, too.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLLp6u2xVycK___3TC0AORtWWT5j-O5qhoExfW4rQFZV5G43Uxx0Tr96io8sGFFoJlKDg4tDO1BN_FtLAuwM6pylfJn7RieG0TfJnkeitRH58w9YdZH5kyz-oel0cCe7lMkQXR8c7EIvl/s1600-h/!cid_B9D474851DA64A38916F77AF80CEF059%40Main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387460911634493826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtLLp6u2xVycK___3TC0AORtWWT5j-O5qhoExfW4rQFZV5G43Uxx0Tr96io8sGFFoJlKDg4tDO1BN_FtLAuwM6pylfJn7RieG0TfJnkeitRH58w9YdZH5kyz-oel0cCe7lMkQXR8c7EIvl/s320/!cid_B9D474851DA64A38916F77AF80CEF059%40Main.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">The trip to the Outer Banks with Kristin is coming up next week, then Tristin's birthday party at a local aquatics center, the annual "Girls Trip", and finally, Halloween (my favorite holiday!).</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJRWT0neFyInZfll8YMOkNTWt7udO3RYsbW2V3ku1GdUmp47WWvgIz-jskCirkRG3tuBrR4AJUZgzdxBDFlCs0qmMlCi1QYlRu1WH_wwelVJdGRfknZD1LXFOePdOdI0lN6HuHDF2Km1S/s1600-h/!cid_940FD07D2A5243ACAA084478B83B57A2%40Main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387460906179918530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJRWT0neFyInZfll8YMOkNTWt7udO3RYsbW2V3ku1GdUmp47WWvgIz-jskCirkRG3tuBrR4AJUZgzdxBDFlCs0qmMlCi1QYlRu1WH_wwelVJdGRfknZD1LXFOePdOdI0lN6HuHDF2Km1S/s320/!cid_940FD07D2A5243ACAA084478B83B57A2%40Main.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">April drug out her Halloween decorations last week and of course, our boy had to try on masks. He's already prepared. They are having a party this year and I'm not sure if I'll make it or not. I have to work that day and the next, so it would be a ROAD trip to drive 2 1/2 hours each way. We'll see. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Happy October my blogging friends!</span> <div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-59934450484684764532009-09-24T20:21:00.000-07:002009-09-24T20:34:29.603-07:00Hot Slaw, Cool Ice<div align="left">Okay, do these things only happen to ME? (And apparently my son-in-law Bruce ?) </div><div align="left">Once upon a time when my daughter and her husband were here for a visit, I bought some bar-b-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">que</span> at a local place with a unique side dish, hot slaw. Not temperature hot, but spicy hot. I personally have never tasted it but it has quite a following as this story bears out.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishXht6RJzZv2aIBH1yNUy9k0bcnNCekgqUakRqEkiL3LDrN3OevdbXl0z2YVpbzvKEEPiUlBibQpoN3UzluR91xl8HZdJEgLPJzKmDn2ptJpchGsOqGws6KREwl7O4boGGharEQMvAh9r/s1600-h/Hot+August+Blues+2009+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385240901220890258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEishXht6RJzZv2aIBH1yNUy9k0bcnNCekgqUakRqEkiL3LDrN3OevdbXl0z2YVpbzvKEEPiUlBibQpoN3UzluR91xl8HZdJEgLPJzKmDn2ptJpchGsOqGws6KREwl7O4boGGharEQMvAh9r/s320/Hot+August+Blues+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bruce, the son-in-law (pictured above) LOVED the hot slaw. He loves it so much that he wanted to share this great side dish with his co-workers. Hence, the annual employee picnic seemed the perfect time to do just that. He called me and I hooked him up with the owner of the restaurant and I never heard another word. Until YESTERDAY, that is.</div><div align="left">Apparently they had worked it all out, he ordered and paid, they shipped. UPS. In ice. In a <strong>CARDBOARD BOX.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGvgI5i-xPzMO_-mrGO_eH3YViPmhy2sR_5Y8EMWg9o29NDy6I-A3ryX0zCOtHaDT_ezCOWS51SQspPL9ySbsrjX6iRd5K0sLQBjNShNubZDOrSXaQHl9PrmHzU_QbxiF490E0VSbPLJP/s1600-h/melting+ice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385240894040752338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtGvgI5i-xPzMO_-mrGO_eH3YViPmhy2sR_5Y8EMWg9o29NDy6I-A3ryX0zCOtHaDT_ezCOWS51SQspPL9ySbsrjX6iRd5K0sLQBjNShNubZDOrSXaQHl9PrmHzU_QbxiF490E0VSbPLJP/s320/melting+ice.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ice melts. Cardboard gets wet. UPS faxed the owner of the restaurant saying the boxes were "damaged" and would be returned ! Who wants rotten hot slaw? (Not me.)<br />This is the day BEFORE the picnic. Uh-oh.<br />Sweet mother-in-law that I am, I drive like a maniac to the restaurant and pick up replacement slaw and still get Mother to the Doctor on time. Then take her home and hit the WK Parkway. You see, my son-in-law works 2 1/2 hours away from here. We both drive for an hour or so and meet on the road, do the "quick change" on the side of the road and FINALLY, Bruce's company will get the hot slaw.<br />The picnic was today. I hope they liked it :)<br /><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-58273663597151135472009-09-22T19:18:00.000-07:002009-09-22T19:31:14.847-07:00Once I Had A Doctor<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlENPSoX5txNFpCvW4hMmUuiKBI_1T-GPKHoS5i_7S7isH5equfELZbvapibcLZuoWBkBWv6-Km8kF-rXjBuHOfpDyfpEO0llSTyd3W-Dgly35QHF9p5zRSLSewANp0M_nGcjgd0Fw5liR/s1600-h/Kelly+Tate.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384481802169436274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlENPSoX5txNFpCvW4hMmUuiKBI_1T-GPKHoS5i_7S7isH5equfELZbvapibcLZuoWBkBWv6-Km8kF-rXjBuHOfpDyfpEO0llSTyd3W-Dgly35QHF9p5zRSLSewANp0M_nGcjgd0Fw5liR/s320/Kelly+Tate.gif" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Well, there he is folks. The Doctor. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">It seems I've had a lot of trouble with retaining Doctors and I've come to think it must be ME. When I first moved to this little burg I had no difficulty finding a doctor. Crouch, it was. He was very good for me. During his tenure I developed hypertension that was discovered during an "episode" that he diagnosed quickly and during which I was hospitalized for a few days. He discovered the correct prescription medicines for me to keep this problem under control (if I behaved) and all went well for several years.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Then, lo and behold, the young Dr. Crouch and his pretty wife and baby up and move to Florida (I'm sure now it was to get away from me). </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">No problem. He was in a group of family physicians so all I had to do was pick one. Problem. So which one? I decided the simplest thing to do was to interview them. So I scheduled an appointment with the "looker" above and paid the office call charge to perform the interview. Instead of taking offense, he got a real charge out of it. Rolled with the flow and discovered an immediate rapport. He got the job.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">He's been with me through back surgeries, hypertension medication adjustments, pap smears and confessions. My all-around great doctor.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">GET THIS !!! He has deserted me! Gone on to bigger things at his ripe, sweet age. I understand our government is opening a VA clinic in our town and he will be the medical director. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Grrrrrrrrrr</span>. I am NOT a veteran, alas. No more pap smears for him! I truly am developing a neurotic feeling that I am too much for the doctors around here.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Okay, so I will pick another one in my practice. I know all the nurses, the front desk gals, etc., etc. NO..... none of them are accepting Dr. _____'s patients. I have great insurance. I am being blackballed here.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">So this time around, after spending a day on the phone and finding that no one accepts new patients, I have lowered my standards and am now begging my Mother's doctor to "accept" me as a patient. No longer am I the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">interviewER</span>, I am now the candidate. It is a contest here. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">I saw my desertion Doctor in the grocery store this afternoon. He politely says hello and remarks that I look great. I tell him that I hope he's happy in his new position and how much I miss him. Damn, I wish I didn't have to be so polite. Those were NOT my thoughts.</span><br /></div><div align="left"></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-16318944438865520482009-09-20T14:32:00.001-07:002009-09-20T15:08:37.362-07:00Working on Sunday<div><div><div><div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span>I know it's Sunday, but it's a "work" Sunday and here I am at the funeral home again. This evening we are having a visitation for Art Ward whose funeral will be tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. at our local United Methodist Church. I have known Art's wife Glynn since I moved to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hopkinsville</span> 10 years ago so feel much more of an attachment to this family than to most.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIzCgeuXXfB7C2M0OKXckL44idk2scQn7MgJVguQcI1wrLRmxdaTpy9AtjutES399-Hx0miWx5lnxJ29CUccvUgjy34iwWGfRqd9zHSp2alKybdfLRWbOY_Jn05TMzKb3muAig6bcn0sB/s1600-h/photo-14.jpg"></a> There are many unique and interesting facets to each and every service I plan, as well as each and every family we serve. The Ward family is no exception. The most unique aspect (to me) is that inclusion of The Salvation Army and in a very big way.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383671946299492626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_0xlcFxNXUOH-EMIuAtgqffpAszC_qOgyLs8HQ4nIyoMsmknxpzqMl2pAzfC1MbH9NOV7TRBjkYVN5C81AIvzKABFt9aOuLoNaScQYssGQlCyxY3B3n_yyEtDAc1O43jSX3KOOJNPrkc/s320/photo-14.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="left">Evidently Mr. Ward spent his life serving The Army in many capacities and wanted his funeral service to reflect that. In the photo above is Lt. Col. Richard Norris, who is here to speak tomorrow and Major Hilda Howell from Atlanta who serves as somewhat of a facilitator between The Salvation Army and the funeral home. Every contact I have made with them has been most professional and personable, I am happy to say.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383670915019054578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0RAm2v9qWtPedWtUjF_B7rzZuV3g0D7O6NyMxHV1CAtuZZOMg2RoWdARroffC3i3YLaTxyTE71xOKtVt9wyQCLBZn36k85RgNecYZ2xlg2tdUzg8uiXZeP0Qo4kaydOT5-XvqavZoOwQ/s320/Carrie2.JPG" border="0" /> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3PD5BrWk1gy9ne9Ujt7418uAeIHMLQUEeyzLVOxE6R6a8giFDUMEJ0f8kHHVo_dbG0DQXt0SwtUGXOqvTtUQUW1NsYFVu-1p-WkWrFTKdnT5kM04zcukk6QRvN4JnTJU9GgXcSK417trN/s1600-h/Carrie.jpg"></a>On another note, the adorable young girl in the picture above is Carrie, who is visiting with us tonight but making GREAT use of her time and talents. She is making "bracelets" from the various colored rubber bands pictured here and selling them for 25 cents each to raise awareness and funds for orphaned children from Zambia whose parents died due to AIDS.</div><div>She's a COOL girl!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383670908679820962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRUK2CGNRXOBlVwLGmz9D7u_GF98KDnbJl07nly0gpPYzQ3xhYiIBaPrOwRUAzZALFrjiTMnEKsMl-r9adljB-G0yjdiQfvyexAJVM9Ps9FOhpaxnMfnXFyGBxORjIEztMperZY1NtWJdl/s320/photo-25.jpg" border="0" /> Mine are purple and pink and the other is orange and green. I told her she was not charging enough money and so we all overpaid her here, but she's certainly doing something worthwhile with her time and talents. Glad God sent her my way today. It lifts me up to hear a young child talk so adamantly about helping others. </div><div align="left">Have a great Sunday night, my blogging friends!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-42939480205047481212009-09-17T17:18:00.001-07:002009-09-17T17:18:17.274-07:00Girl's Trip Shirts<p align="left">Excitement has been mounting as I've waited with great anticipation for this year's edition of our annual Girl's Trip t-shirt to arrive.  It gets a little harder each year to design something new and different in a different color than we've ever had but they are HERE.</p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/SrLRtv6rl2I/AAAAAAAABCw/m2b66nZrqxs/s1600-h/Brown_County_2006%20031%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="227" alt="Brown_County_2006 031" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/SrLRuFrOLSI/AAAAAAAABC0/Hcuvrp5tkBs/Brown_County_2006%20031_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="232" border="0" /></a> This 2006 shirt in orange quoted a popular saying of that year "What happens on the Girls Trip in Brown County stays in Brown County" and was one of the more popular ones :) </p> <p align="left"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/SrLRvvQ8wkI/AAAAAAAABC4/VRkUzdY-q8g/s1600-h/2009%20Grandparents%20Day%20ALES%20029%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="2009 Grandparents Day ALES 029" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/SrLRwJIguSI/AAAAAAAABC8/UssQOzVWVAU/2009%20Grandparents%20Day%20ALES%20029_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a>Okay, just a teaser above !  I AM getting ready to mail them :)<a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/SrLRxQBgq7I/AAAAAAAABDA/E8JAEVQ9Sw4/s1600-h/2009%20Grandparents%20Day%20ALES%20030%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="2009 Grandparents Day ALES 030" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/SrLRxzmKTLI/AAAAAAAABDE/Gw63xa6vajY/2009%20Grandparents%20Day%20ALES%20030_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> Ah, I LOVE them!  We've not used yellow before and either khaki or denim will look GREAT with them!</p> <p align="left">But NEXT year I want HELP !!!!!!</p> <p align="left">You'll read way too much about the girls trip in October so away I go to address those labels you see in the above picture......</p> Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-12762069070866513102009-09-14T20:11:00.001-07:002009-09-14T20:11:19.666-07:00Catching Up<p> Like the rest of the world, I have been so busy with LIFE lately that I haven't even been blogging with any regularity at ALL.  I'm just gonna play "catch-up" a little tonight and hit some high spots.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FmtcO70I/AAAAAAAABCA/UuOEdPrtyic/s1600-h/Black%20Angus%202%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Black Angus 2" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FngCDgSI/AAAAAAAABCE/DpCJrZRGeOA/Black%20Angus%202_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I know you'll all be as thrilled as I was to learn that my younger brother is switching over to Black Angus cows from whatever kind of cows he had before :)  Okay, he's pretty proud so let's give a big shout-out here.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FpM3CPFI/AAAAAAAABCI/SsW_TmwHIFM/s1600-h/Rodney%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Rodney" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FplAsSlI/AAAAAAAABCM/Yuuox-7TC3s/Rodney_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I got to visit with my older brother for about 15 whole minutes (okay, that's an exaggeration) when he brought Mom home from her little week-long trip with the boys earlier.  I miss him but when he's here he has so little time.  Of course, my working at the funeral home when he's here doesn't help with the visiting part much.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FreZS2sI/AAAAAAAABCQ/zFT-Y-zoZj4/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20006%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FsVHio6I/AAAAAAAABCU/ICpDJe_gROw/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20006_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I DID manage to get my hands on a set of bunk beds for my spare, spare room so when the kids some again we'll have a couple more beds.  Wayne put them together for me.  There was a bag of screws and nuts and "man things" that I had just been looking at for a week or two.  I WAS going to tackle that project someday, really.</p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FtyQOysI/AAAAAAAABCY/xO2dB4xLBtU/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20042%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 042" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8Fu22xSnI/AAAAAAAABCc/sn1RZKpHFuw/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20042_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FwzJz5ZI/AAAAAAAABCg/yEtvMMjbKRQ/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20057%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 057" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8FxgF-EOI/AAAAAAAABCk/YPyNApx5Dwk/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20057_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8F0PMA3uI/AAAAAAAABCo/TdDahN0budI/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20056%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 056" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq8F1lGlxXI/AAAAAAAABCs/8pajBzbk0vY/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20056_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>THEN I went to the coolest cook-out/party of the year.  Don't ask me who these folks really are, cause I really don't know, but they are friends of David and Barbie and I got an invite.  Best bluegrass picking I've heard in YEARS!  And it was seriously in the country.  Had a great time with many new friends and lots of good food.  Wow, having grown-up kids sure have great benefits!  </p> Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-51188612017828235562009-09-13T18:15:00.001-07:002009-09-13T18:15:46.562-07:00Flag Football Days !<p>Anticipation ran high as I woke up to a beautiful Saturday morning and loaded the car for a 2 1/2 hour drive to see my Tristin play in his first flag football game this year.  He played last year, but at 5 yrs. old, I don't think he ever really got the "hang" of it.  Wow, what a difference a year makes!  His Mom told me he got out of bed and started studying plays (without prodding).  Now I don't profess to know much about football, but I DO know lots about little grandsons.  He is not big, but he is fast.  Don't even know what position he plays, but I know he's the one they hand the ball off to and I know he can run like the wind.  He scored THREE touchdowns!  (Well, okay, he really scored four, but they only counted three of them.)  See, things like penalties I don't understand.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZDGvUEII/AAAAAAAABBY/1lhuIiwGtnI/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20008%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 008" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZEvZL9_I/AAAAAAAABBc/TP41TzSTz1c/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20008_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> This is the old shirt coming off and the new going on.  Thanks to Veolia Water for sponsoring his team this year. </p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZGmxBvCI/AAAAAAAABBg/jnlIxWMJPWM/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20012%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 012" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZHlmuqDI/AAAAAAAABBk/d1Cm2B6nxY8/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20012_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a>Coach Dad helping get things adjusted a little here.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZKXEnA_I/AAAAAAAABBo/qz9Ua7q5ReI/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20017%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 017" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZL9RT3oI/AAAAAAAABBs/bJQjB4PWtf4/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20017_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="270" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>And we're ready for some action.  His Mom took lots of touchdown and flag-taking pictures and I'm not going to put them here, but you get the picture.  We all had such a great time and I'm just sorry I'll be working next Saturday and won't get to see him play.  Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair.</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZNBdVW6I/AAAAAAAABBw/h_VG59aJGkw/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20022%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 022" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZN6rUIGI/AAAAAAAABB0/-OlKN5o7JZY/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20022_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Cousin Sydney came to watch !</p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZPu6XzaI/AAAAAAAABB4/FjEoq32ndW4/s1600-h/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20023%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="Hot August Blues 2009 023" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LGRxTS3ur1E/Sq2ZQV34WfI/AAAAAAAABB8/Lw1_lKDGXzY/Hot%20August%20Blues%202009%20023_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a></p> Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-5284338955296717702009-09-07T19:26:00.001-07:002009-09-07T19:36:10.773-07:00Labor Day 2009<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"></span>Betcha thought I'd be blogging about the fabulous Labor Day weekend I had full of pools and parties, food and friends. Well NO. Instead, I just about worked myself to death (pardon the pun) at the funeral home ALL weekend! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIfXVYgQCZhUtGVzYGyy6lR9vj-IvRYSdFf4us-g-gLcGvd9An_QF4t4b7UmFfY3fYMIgi9ygJj17Y5qJf2hrjd0M6K90mIHGbqKXq9l8vXzo2TRZbRGJKARP3Ut3q5-XRTugUqteV8ZJ/s1600-h/Hot+August+Blues+2009+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378918171492931922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRIfXVYgQCZhUtGVzYGyy6lR9vj-IvRYSdFf4us-g-gLcGvd9An_QF4t4b7UmFfY3fYMIgi9ygJj17Y5qJf2hrjd0M6K90mIHGbqKXq9l8vXzo2TRZbRGJKARP3Ut3q5-XRTugUqteV8ZJ/s320/Hot+August+Blues+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Brother Rodney brought Mom back home as planned and they were here two days before I even found (made) time to get over and see them. It was really good to see him and I was glad that she's back home safe and sound. Of course, brothers DO say the sweetest things. He looked at my hands and said, "Gosh, your hands look really old! When did that happen?" </div><div align="left">This afternoon I hurt my hand a little unloading some furniture so I took a picture to show you all what blood thinners do to hands and when I looked at it, I wondered just whose hand that IS? Surely MY hand doesn't look that old? Okay, so he was serious for a change :(<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FvWwdYEn8eSc7oNfd9uJsQMhyphenhyphenX1SCnM4YTbXtYri3mmrUOGC4w4O9Z_WbBOXlPknQrw2Sks4ZEio54Jz5QxdvunLMa4F1X5GidZGpS2algIKR3VHxbSm3McOZeSByqY3-HSjSq5NCf1g/s1600-h/Hot+August+Blues+2009+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378918165901265554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FvWwdYEn8eSc7oNfd9uJsQMhyphenhyphenX1SCnM4YTbXtYri3mmrUOGC4w4O9Z_WbBOXlPknQrw2Sks4ZEio54Jz5QxdvunLMa4F1X5GidZGpS2algIKR3VHxbSm3McOZeSByqY3-HSjSq5NCf1g/s320/Hot+August+Blues+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a picture of what I do every night before I go to bed. No , I don't watch TV because I'm a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">facebook</span> addict. We are all sick and I know it, but at least I discriminate. I only play five rounds of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Farkle</span> and then I quit. See, I'm no sick at all.<br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-13957324372173387242009-09-03T07:59:00.000-07:002009-09-03T08:10:25.369-07:00Thankful Thursday<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span>I don't usually post a "Thankful Thursday" but this week I am especially thankful to be blessed with two fabulous brothers! My brother Wayne (in the blue shirt) came to visit last weekend and took Mom back home with him for a few days to northern Indiana. Then yesterday he took her to my other brother's house in southern Illinois. Rodney (in the black) will be bringing her home this weekend.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXeL5qIxz9tkuzpl4n7DC1Fgh7ZdaTLYdSHvywrxRcGFjmNwIlB5i9rC1Hd2AZlkvDTGkxXpndCPnewtB2y3A45P8-XShvzhFgvATNFnq0BtDgXTLpkFU6h8yMycsKErDHQ_5Vk8C2I9NT/s1600-h/DSC_0137.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377256197344921282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXeL5qIxz9tkuzpl4n7DC1Fgh7ZdaTLYdSHvywrxRcGFjmNwIlB5i9rC1Hd2AZlkvDTGkxXpndCPnewtB2y3A45P8-XShvzhFgvATNFnq0BtDgXTLpkFU6h8yMycsKErDHQ_5Vk8C2I9NT/s320/DSC_0137.JPG" border="0" /></a> I absolutely love and cherish all the time I get to spend with Mom now that she is older, but she is not well. Alzheimer's is stealing her away from us. But I feel blessed to have such caring brothers who took time out of their busy lives to give me an emotional break. </div><div align="left">Today is my day off as I will be working this Labor Day weekend and it is a busy day. I am baking a cake right now as one of the men who work for me at the funeral home lost his Dad this morning. This will be my only opportunity to bake for them. </div><div align="left">My heart is heavy for Jimmy and his family in the loss of his Dad this morning and also for another friend of mine who lost her Grandaddy this morning. I will have a very busy weekend at work but am happy to be caring for families I love.</div><div align="left">I have laundry to do, the cake in the oven, errands to run and a zillion other things to get done in one day so off I scoot!<br /></div><div align="left"></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-20778094373468223132009-08-26T19:36:00.000-07:002009-08-26T20:00:59.340-07:00Uncle Roscoe Rallying !<div align="left">My precious Uncle Roscoe has cancer. There, I've said the ugly word. He is in the ICU of the hospital in a neighboring county where he lives. Alone now. Aunt Peggy died, gosh, I don't remember, was it 2 years ago, 3? They had been life partners for all of my life that I can remember. She was diagnosed with lung cancer herself but didn't live long afterwards. He continues to live in the home they made together near 3 of his adult sons (the fourth lives in Louisville). All four boys are grown now, married and have families of their own. He's a great Dad to them and their closeness attests to that. He's a great "Poppy" to all his numerous grandchildren, too. Their presence and shared stories with me attest to THAT. But to me, he will always just be "Uncle Roscoe".<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MEi7wQGVenoJrWznBRtOc4YakhZxoFVD37XVEA0drUJ4ufXMZmqb-sR2ow0A6tyX4Pt04EuCyrMrvG6U8izCEkQzr9S_KTb2Q6ZQigOvbPkPpnGL1YKZNPwhIYqg88o2vkNZyqjIOkLq/s1600-h/05-27-1941-dot-rsco-bryan-russell.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374468506336232146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MEi7wQGVenoJrWznBRtOc4YakhZxoFVD37XVEA0drUJ4ufXMZmqb-sR2ow0A6tyX4Pt04EuCyrMrvG6U8izCEkQzr9S_KTb2Q6ZQigOvbPkPpnGL1YKZNPwhIYqg88o2vkNZyqjIOkLq/s320/05-27-1941-dot-rsco-bryan-russell.jpg" border="0" /></a> The five Smith children were born in the midst of the Great Depression. Papaw had a good job, though, working in the coal mines as a small boy and continuing throughout his life until he was no longer able to work. He and Bernice had five children. Dorothy is my mother and the oldest of the five. Then came the twins, Roscoe and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Gabrielene</span> (or Aunt Gabe as I know her), Uncle Bryan and lastly, the baby Uncle Russell. When my own mother was but 12, Grandmother Bernice had to go to the hospital for gall bladder surgery and died there. My mother shares the story with me that the last thing her mother ever said to her was an admonishment to always take care of the children. And that, she still does. She has honored her mothers' wishes all of her life. Or tried to. She loves them all as if they WERE her children.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLEmVIDq4SatpkUWL64V55DfPimpynbZByCKtmcyQuHVOgsEintpcK6qjQbzClgSTgiBiD7XlZT47zHjD4ASUEFB8Vu4X5szMkqp2_6yhrmHuGeNkhk3f_STGhILV3ba6_3DTcPwhCRqXA/s1600-h/P5220047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374468495869378898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLEmVIDq4SatpkUWL64V55DfPimpynbZByCKtmcyQuHVOgsEintpcK6qjQbzClgSTgiBiD7XlZT47zHjD4ASUEFB8Vu4X5szMkqp2_6yhrmHuGeNkhk3f_STGhILV3ba6_3DTcPwhCRqXA/s320/P5220047.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is a picture of Uncle Roscoe with his remaining siblings. My Mom is on the left in the picture and Aunt Gabe is on the right.<br />I have so many childhood memories of Uncle Roscoe. They lived in Nashville for several years after he married Aunt Peggy. He had been in the Army and after getting out, married and moved to Nashville where Aunt Peggy's family, and the work, was. That's where the children were born and they stayed until the plant he worked in closed and he was forced to return to Hopkins County and the coal mines, where his roots ran deep. But he did what he had to do to raise his family. And he did it with honor and pride.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6oGmc6tWTEzcKDkXm_r8j3ndlPttMii9W9RXtNHo9UHSvhMiG0qS1Tj27-U_e80msql7SPzmYdrRERUdfK5Eo7ORVv9C2B4LDUhX2KTI_Mo0zqDueFGoLq01ikTjDjWXoTSMHJt3W20N/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374468475238432594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6oGmc6tWTEzcKDkXm_r8j3ndlPttMii9W9RXtNHo9UHSvhMiG0qS1Tj27-U_e80msql7SPzmYdrRERUdfK5Eo7ORVv9C2B4LDUhX2KTI_Mo0zqDueFGoLq01ikTjDjWXoTSMHJt3W20N/s320/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /></a> They never had a daughter and I think that MAY be why he teased me so much growing up. And tease he did. He put the fear of God in my brothers, but never me. He always made me laugh, and still does. These days he has FOUR daughters-in-law and one granddaughter and TWO great-granddaughters, so he is surrounded by girls. The picture above was made this past May at my Mom's 80<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> birthday party. He wasn't feeling great but nevertheless made the effort for her. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGIrGNCVVOm0VqnIqfvnq_C-JsEBZc20H2-iEzB6vs33UKW8JBgdWEc3HMbixnaVoApcfLHWdy4b80pNl6hF7G7MD947tQyt5-EnygXY4znEdTOqBNyiCxPNSxrYpFWef9uh1PrHVr8dVY/s1600-h/Uncle+Roscoe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374468463286025730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGIrGNCVVOm0VqnIqfvnq_C-JsEBZc20H2-iEzB6vs33UKW8JBgdWEc3HMbixnaVoApcfLHWdy4b80pNl6hF7G7MD947tQyt5-EnygXY4znEdTOqBNyiCxPNSxrYpFWef9uh1PrHVr8dVY/s320/Uncle+Roscoe.jpg" border="0" /></a> This picture was made last night in ICU. He is feeling better and they hope to move him to a regular room tomorrow. My Mom is with him, of course. She is taking care of her little brother. I LOVE how she loves him. And so do I. I know God is watching over him and God has a plan. His plan didn't include a final good-bye quite yet, and I hope it will be a LONG time. </div><div>Everybody who knows Roscoe loves him. I ask for your prayers that God's will be done and selfishly, that His will includes some good years left on earth for Uncle Roscoe to enjoy watching babies grow, playing with his dogs and making us ALL laugh, a lot.</div><div>Blessings!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-38309024838313582222009-08-24T19:38:00.000-07:002009-08-24T19:56:34.228-07:00Busy-ness of Life<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Wow! Last week was so busy it was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blurrrrr</span>. Tuesday night was August <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">bunco</span> at Carolyn's house. She's been remodeling her kitchen and it really looks good. We all had a good time.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0J2m11jYtLtVizUZbW0ZcoSbjy_8DWOu971dIdAecisB99PPyflovDKAOV0LjxRz6dI0GXBKmAG1Yg4AwswBHL05Tlc24eY8AX2FVxd0Y0rT3HHAje4tvSqVDixYz4VAKgAoWHGKECEya/s1600-h/August+2009+Bunco+014.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373727168124325378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0J2m11jYtLtVizUZbW0ZcoSbjy_8DWOu971dIdAecisB99PPyflovDKAOV0LjxRz6dI0GXBKmAG1Yg4AwswBHL05Tlc24eY8AX2FVxd0Y0rT3HHAje4tvSqVDixYz4VAKgAoWHGKECEya/s320/August+2009+Bunco+014.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> Thursday night was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">BPW</span> meeting (Business & Professional Woman's Club). It was an exciting meeting with a large crowd on hand to hear our State Rep. John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tilley</span> speak. As an added bonus, he brought his beautiful wife Shelley and new baby Charlie for her debut!<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgS0l0SqeXd-cwlZvhy9h2OeBdeZUfV9BgRzUPnHozUdWnrjLwlfbNm73gtBW1lQr2n4j3PB6p8XhxP0jU6vmXU7puSVY_LfGqfYk3jwhnr1GnojORI9tbDi8wGiq41PcW9OFkU7bIsKQ8/s1600-h/August+2009+BPW+003.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373727158781644162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgS0l0SqeXd-cwlZvhy9h2OeBdeZUfV9BgRzUPnHozUdWnrjLwlfbNm73gtBW1lQr2n4j3PB6p8XhxP0jU6vmXU7puSVY_LfGqfYk3jwhnr1GnojORI9tbDi8wGiq41PcW9OFkU7bIsKQ8/s320/August+2009+BPW+003.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> The picture above is of Diane <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Croney</span>-Turner who is this years STATE President. We are all so proud of her and her achievements!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Then Friday night brought the set-up for Saturday's seminar at our local community college "Money Sense for Women". After the set-up which went very quickly most of us gathered at my house. We also planned a "Fashion Sense for Women" style show and the models were meeting so that I could see their outfits and write something descriptive for the narrative.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixD87NVykxGEjAWf6fhNmVx0XSSnCTYs4-vF7Qabl54Fp_E0hzTDx5_PBvTMn6eenUdQ_1rYmPfEd7-n8xXXBBK8Jh94u0bpORrj4cN8pq0pYwaRp4v3GzYQKY5E4E8hgUq_StcI-5RGH8/s1600-h/Sydney+and+Tristin+Visit+018.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373727143743647394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixD87NVykxGEjAWf6fhNmVx0XSSnCTYs4-vF7Qabl54Fp_E0hzTDx5_PBvTMn6eenUdQ_1rYmPfEd7-n8xXXBBK8Jh94u0bpORrj4cN8pq0pYwaRp4v3GzYQKY5E4E8hgUq_StcI-5RGH8/s320/Sydney+and+Tristin+Visit+018.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"> This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Willee</span> Cooper ready to register attendants and be of assistance. On another note, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Willee</span> is this years STATE Republican <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Womans</span> Club President. I am surrounded by so many gifted and talented leaders who all just happen to be women!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Saturday morning brought the actual seminar which turned out to be a great success. I'm just glad it's over for another year, even though the planning by lots of women and the hard work put into it was more than worth it. I've gotten a lot of feedback from ladies who attended the different classes and they all learned many things and felt the presenters did a great job!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Sunday was a work day and of course, we were busy. Now, all of a sudden, it's another week!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Let's see what this one brings........</span></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-46194948028087518322009-08-18T20:48:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:02:28.488-07:00Memory Lapse!<div align="left">I know I have a problem now and am just admitting it to myself. I can remember that I was off work this past weekend and remember Sunday, but have no earthly idea what I did before that! The Alzheimer's is hereditary, so just remember that before the criticism starts rolling in here.</div><div align="left">Okay Sunday, I took Mom to New Salem to church. After church, we came straight back to my house for lunch and then feverishly peeled and canned tomatoes for the rest of the day.</div><div align="left">Monday it was back to work with all the headaches that come with it just being Monday.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_-904iR1C80WTWr8mWWH0sGD_tW5F6JLij9wuYUnB-efa9R9SDPlCnHrzkloiTYpSA1rKl6GwChk5RZK7ciydp292xKYJBmZgPjR2j78mabHaJ-gsdQfU7HVCBC93oBwI4V2wrQSbnYA/s1600-h/Tina+Fox+and+Sandy+Blake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517916399703138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN_-904iR1C80WTWr8mWWH0sGD_tW5F6JLij9wuYUnB-efa9R9SDPlCnHrzkloiTYpSA1rKl6GwChk5RZK7ciydp292xKYJBmZgPjR2j78mabHaJ-gsdQfU7HVCBC93oBwI4V2wrQSbnYA/s320/Tina+Fox+and+Sandy+Blake.jpg" border="0" /></a> After work I had a Republican Woman's Club meeting at the local Holiday Inn. Tina Fox, who is the Marshall for our state of Kentucky, was our guest speaker and very knowledgeable about lots of topics. She is pictured above on the left with Sandy Blake on the right, who is our local President. This was our first time meeting there and was much better than our last place. We did decide to keep meeting there at least until the end of this year. Hooray!</div><div align="left">I got home and didn't get much accomplished simply because I was TIRED !</div><div align="left">Today was a semi-normal day at work (whatever that means) but had to leave early to get to a dental appointment. Nothing earth-shattering there, just time for my regular cleaning. But hey, I get a new toothbrush and it only cost me $85.00.</div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3T2yUOMlo01ANo6CEp3LV-fX8mShnIDQoaLH4JNURR3lvHO1w5G7kPaaCV3pUe1cii2E9f9Ze97GKuS5_pQ0NPAhjnQadxSzH9J_QrHjJB2NLUfKsRFxfojNv-MfbG9mJbMB_gUkJs0m/s1600-h/August+2009+Bunco+014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517907861995634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3T2yUOMlo01ANo6CEp3LV-fX8mShnIDQoaLH4JNURR3lvHO1w5G7kPaaCV3pUe1cii2E9f9Ze97GKuS5_pQ0NPAhjnQadxSzH9J_QrHjJB2NLUfKsRFxfojNv-MfbG9mJbMB_gUkJs0m/s320/August+2009+Bunco+014.jpg" border="0" /></a> I had an hour to burn after the dentist before time to pick Mom up and head out for our regular monthly <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bunco</span> game. We both love this crazy group of people and as an added plus, for some weird reason, Mom usually WINS ! We had a great time tonight but got home late again, as usual. The problem tonight was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sinkful</span> of ripe tomatoes waiting to be canned.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOV9N3RG36Sg6WzHrekP8RgLLWoJSUUf_56XJSoM6jKg7ZuviJ_Ds_Du26_M0m5vuuKe03ANtteS5P0PZWlsSxZEqo4eBc2nZTgK_DQumjAa5g2SGT_bbuwkjelBdy-P5lhY7jyOG_eB0H/s1600-h/August+2009+Bunco+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371517893213153234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOV9N3RG36Sg6WzHrekP8RgLLWoJSUUf_56XJSoM6jKg7ZuviJ_Ds_Du26_M0m5vuuKe03ANtteS5P0PZWlsSxZEqo4eBc2nZTgK_DQumjAa5g2SGT_bbuwkjelBdy-P5lhY7jyOG_eB0H/s320/August+2009+Bunco+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, I have just finished peeling them and it is now 11:00 p.m. They are in the refrigerator and hopefully, I will have time to cook and can them tomorrow after work and before church! <br />I need to S-L-O-W down, I just don't have time.<br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-88474531180792756702009-08-14T13:13:00.000-07:002009-08-14T13:24:14.984-07:00Squeaky Fromme is OUT ??<div align="left">Trying hard to keep this blog a simple one much resembling a journal of sorts, I don't usually touch on the daily events that we hear in the news. Today is different.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxh0m7neff9l7mm_za-QYP6zPhnx0tfERrXkLjBTvczPZpSJTetHqkKONtwavmbkvIUdMfdQbGltBl-zUZ2MALMNmP4xKmXRqUFTytpdNQSby8nhTCp1bNHSyLaT0ohGbSN9_FP0oC7sF/s1600-h/capt_ac5f67edbbee4ad7b5e192b42766f215_manson_follower_ford_ny119.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369915329092102642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxh0m7neff9l7mm_za-QYP6zPhnx0tfERrXkLjBTvczPZpSJTetHqkKONtwavmbkvIUdMfdQbGltBl-zUZ2MALMNmP4xKmXRqUFTytpdNQSby8nhTCp1bNHSyLaT0ohGbSN9_FP0oC7sF/s320/capt_ac5f67edbbee4ad7b5e192b42766f215_manson_follower_ford_ny119.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was born in 1953 which would have made me 16 years old when the terror of Charles Manson and his "family" were unleashed on Sharon Tate (a popular movie star at that time) and eight others. For those of you not old enough to remember the horrific acts caused by that group of people, it is worth the time and effort to find out. I have thought about those events occasionally ever since then, never quite being able to erase it from my memory.</div><div align="left">Perhaps the age I was at that time had some bearing on the impact it made with me, or more realistically, the nature of the acts.</div><div align="left">Mr. Manson has been incarcerated ever since, even though I don't recall much about his trial and conviction. I do know that several of his "family" were also convicted.</div><div align="left">What I DIDN'T realize was that Lynette "Squeaky" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Fromme</span> was neither indicted nor punished in any way for those crimes, even though she was a part of them. UNTIL, that is, in September 1975 when she brandished a loaded handgun at then-President of the United States Gerald Ford in Sacramento, California. </div><div align="left">Of course, she was then captured and convicted and sentenced to life in prison. She later escaped from a prison in West Virginia in 1987 and was recaptured with another 15 years tacked on to her life sentence.</div><div align="left">This is where I am dumbfounded by our "justice" system. She was PAROLED and is out of prison as of today. Where is she? Who will she try to kill next?<br /></div><div align="left"></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-84460389474723952142009-08-12T19:11:00.000-07:002009-08-12T19:24:41.891-07:00Birthdays and Books<div align="left">This day did not start out so good and I should have taken that as a "sign" or something that it would not improve much as the day wore on. Okay, I got in my car, backed out of the garage and saw the cat sneak in. Left the car running, got OUT of the car, put the cat back out with a stern admonition to KEEP OUT. Got BACK in the car and pushed the garage door button to close it and the garage door goes crazy. Mr. Sophie is sneaking BACK in. This time I was not as sweet. I threw (okay, not too hard) him out the BACK door, locked it tight and RAN to the car, pushed the button and HERE HE COMES around the side of the garage and raced into the garage. If I were not such a humane person I would have left that little sucker in there to bake. I didn't think baked cat would smell too good, so THIS time I turned the car OFF. Got out and threatened that little sucker with his life and a heat stroke if he didn't keep out. I thought he was going to eat me! BUT the last effort was re-run and it worked. Of course, I got to work late, but they rather expect that.</div><div align="left">Today was not particularly crazy at work so I left early this afternoon and decided to take Mother for her semi-regular visit to the dreaded <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wal</span> Mart. She was excited to get to be going two whole days early, but it is the bane of my existence.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9BCfuStAHr_qC7kIDfg3HF2DuWQ33fPr6n2a8CkBGFt3gKC4pwPpktIWfYL5r5kfX3CHPHAvHCxIvwaptc8-4RG1IfWr8Qx6qMXPo7MAY_qZhe380sF5VkSPrN6Yoo73hunDrECaF-5o/s1600-h/WalMart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369265571462775794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT9BCfuStAHr_qC7kIDfg3HF2DuWQ33fPr6n2a8CkBGFt3gKC4pwPpktIWfYL5r5kfX3CHPHAvHCxIvwaptc8-4RG1IfWr8Qx6qMXPo7MAY_qZhe380sF5VkSPrN6Yoo73hunDrECaF-5o/s320/WalMart.jpg" border="0" /></a> Running home to get my list, I remembered I had a trunk FULL of books from the library sale so called Mom to tell her to hang on, it would be a bit before we could leave. So I started dragging books, books and more books into the house. Finally empty, we were on our way.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8lzh1VfiEP4kXgooUnuUQlgRzruCqkf6vRi1FOVtSGGuth_0qFAJK_kIUlsR1D_Y61qRIaoPuXK4n-seK1nOo5p21JO5RT8akRp7jrf1HBWMv8v0mMXYe8Tegqttrx2kHRkUK6bZinD0/s1600-h/Books.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369265555891926354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8lzh1VfiEP4kXgooUnuUQlgRzruCqkf6vRi1FOVtSGGuth_0qFAJK_kIUlsR1D_Y61qRIaoPuXK4n-seK1nOo5p21JO5RT8akRp7jrf1HBWMv8v0mMXYe8Tegqttrx2kHRkUK6bZinD0/s320/Books.jpg" border="0" /></a> Oops, I remembered the reason for the trip in the first place was for a book I need for work on Friday in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">CLARKSVILLE</span>. Slight change of plans and we are off to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Clarksville</span>. Got the book and back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Hopkinsville</span>. We made it through <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wal</span>-Mart with no catastrophe sighted anywhere, came home and unloaded, kicked off the shoes and exhaled loudly. Haven't done one more useful thing since.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0ov62UyIrs6HS-LUuSyHJj4jsKP0rkZqcME4fU7OZXJwH6NfM8km_r-GPQgstBfrcmP68N2Q_8ekHuyqUXMG322gB6F-l116CYcwq9t9026rb4DSfRoCk-9LqiFoBOQpusjxL_nlcHd5/s1600-h/Bridget+Birthday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369265547041947010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI0ov62UyIrs6HS-LUuSyHJj4jsKP0rkZqcME4fU7OZXJwH6NfM8km_r-GPQgstBfrcmP68N2Q_8ekHuyqUXMG322gB6F-l116CYcwq9t9026rb4DSfRoCk-9LqiFoBOQpusjxL_nlcHd5/s320/Bridget+Birthday.jpg" border="0" /></a> By the way, I wanted to wish my sister-in-law Bridget a happy, happy birthday. She is the one and only and as I have no sisters, I like to consider her as one. You read about her earlier in all my Germany escapades this spring. Hoping she had a great day and it appears from the picture emailed to me earlier today, that my brother did good.</div><div>Until next time...........</div><div>Polly<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-20702167451935000012009-08-10T19:38:00.000-07:002009-08-10T20:13:04.901-07:00Turkey Tetrazine and Community Concerts<div align="left">Yesterday was one of those Sundays that I was on call and didn't actually have to GO in to the funeral home unless I actually NEEDED to. Of course, I NEEDED to. I had to meet a family at 10:00 a.m. to make funeral arrangements for a husband/father/son who had died Saturday evening. That is always a two-edged sword for me. I WANT to serve each and every family I can, but I also much prefer to stay home when I'm on call, not getting dressed and leaving home unless absolutely necessary. Ah, the life I have chosen!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTaVQeBFpd4H4Hvq4BXnlHwwtSajXiLZalV_BmX49TkZeh1zhQvi_YJjInsaozVVvrseOelpqj56ubuLUqSMyPUzB3CwTb7qdYIuIB-Fudxg6RQEm-UajCTvnLtzkPOvuy6JvAFO8l3gg/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534705248679826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTaVQeBFpd4H4Hvq4BXnlHwwtSajXiLZalV_BmX49TkZeh1zhQvi_YJjInsaozVVvrseOelpqj56ubuLUqSMyPUzB3CwTb7qdYIuIB-Fudxg6RQEm-UajCTvnLtzkPOvuy6JvAFO8l3gg/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> I came home in the early afternoon and promptly received a dinner invitation to Mike and Gail's as she claimed to have made enough turkey <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tetrazine to feed an army. It presents well, as you can see in the picture above and tastes even better. No, I STILL don't have the recipe.</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8ewZUqhh2YlKjA_DyQhrZhp2b3uujebOZfkQ97klMI43hZzp085428ggTO14Z9dTU34QJ1Oer7h_T0xoLM88LvfUU_TGmrkmEs8czUGeI28mJF8CZu3OLti9aAlv5nWDDiNjFgi5yYzo/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534696793222626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO8ewZUqhh2YlKjA_DyQhrZhp2b3uujebOZfkQ97klMI43hZzp085428ggTO14Z9dTU34QJ1Oer7h_T0xoLM88LvfUU_TGmrkmEs8czUGeI28mJF8CZu3OLti9aAlv5nWDDiNjFgi5yYzo/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Gail is a fabulous cook and excels at almost every dish she makes, but she sure is secretive with her recipes! I know it has pasta, mushrooms, mozzarella cheese and lots of other somethings but I have no idea what. I just know it was great and I thoroughly enjoyed being in the company of good friends after a tough day at work. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajLO3AwPBff6XGBbgJJfawYz6iM_3Smp8xMFJGJvDekAuJO12I7uvF5SFgFO43TKfioyDZlb2fU4_ftFmU59F4OZmIc_0YHQeSsAq6ESJfmPM6uglfdz_Jy8wN7nHBsQJfrQmJ3g-lsY8/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534688065031170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajLO3AwPBff6XGBbgJJfawYz6iM_3Smp8xMFJGJvDekAuJO12I7uvF5SFgFO43TKfioyDZlb2fU4_ftFmU59F4OZmIc_0YHQeSsAq6ESJfmPM6uglfdz_Jy8wN7nHBsQJfrQmJ3g-lsY8/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> I sometimes give pause and think about how much time we actually spend with our good friends, especially since our children and other family members live so far apart. We learn to love our friends like family and I DO appreciate them all.....so much. I am so blessed to have people here who love me, too.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-6D8jRKx4QP4Sk5HN_VtDpeE2wCzUZirOdw7vBZRxDyPxaNdVTlzOJF6hglUDcxPI_TRxOrCrpNYUfT8oN2bBlO2doIFObts5jO0FHwzu5p9vh9SxWQDRw_qJchmqXOcj8OgYD_UL2Nx/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368534679558189330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8-6D8jRKx4QP4Sk5HN_VtDpeE2wCzUZirOdw7vBZRxDyPxaNdVTlzOJF6hglUDcxPI_TRxOrCrpNYUfT8oN2bBlO2doIFObts5jO0FHwzu5p9vh9SxWQDRw_qJchmqXOcj8OgYD_UL2Nx/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> Today was a regular Monday, and by that, I mean busy work. Payroll to get out first thing in the morning, reports to generate, plus all the paperwork for my new family. Four of us planned to go to the community concert at 7 and I was lucky enough to get my work done and delegate many things so I scooted out of there about 2 this afternoon. It was a hot and sultry day so I headed straight home, changed into my bathing suit, went out and jumped in the pool. I was able to stay there for a couple of hours before coming in to bathe and change.<br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuIN1a3HKmFnPjB_lUOjHigLjHcx8HpfQeeJSVfMSbquC0EoLizOlQO4NCjOXyJ-Qauju0zyNQSrnhi5buhbuRBKCFiMZESS8aaoyFOz3JNDKsPdEI2tCg7L1MWFVFVKgbxCiAWYSLFJ6/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532751073810002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPuIN1a3HKmFnPjB_lUOjHigLjHcx8HpfQeeJSVfMSbquC0EoLizOlQO4NCjOXyJ-Qauju0zyNQSrnhi5buhbuRBKCFiMZESS8aaoyFOz3JNDKsPdEI2tCg7L1MWFVFVKgbxCiAWYSLFJ6/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> We took lawn chairs and icy cold bottled water. Surprisingly enough, we sat on top of a little knoll and enjoyed a cool breeze all evening.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXL90n2aURRR7S72L8wVuBr2ejyC6sxGIMkrBHXBXLHhjLVBJFZcnaDfk5EKZ7LWULAD5UrYvYH0ZmWSFOQ3rHGhcb87hcFFzetCrGL13W1E_alV2O-kS89pRF6wxtM75953ekubxpAeSg/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532740905251506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXL90n2aURRR7S72L8wVuBr2ejyC6sxGIMkrBHXBXLHhjLVBJFZcnaDfk5EKZ7LWULAD5UrYvYH0ZmWSFOQ3rHGhcb87hcFFzetCrGL13W1E_alV2O-kS89pRF6wxtM75953ekubxpAeSg/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mike and Gail wore their floppy hats (so did I). We were ready for some music and were not disappointed in the least.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhJ7usdVAIzvgsy-GQcLsHztEgVIAZFQqYnK424RtXbMKs6xRI4cXh5wmAwQLkA9-9u_lTfAEHB0QNGFFCGV1_spT0uogsf_5EfME1qoAUN_p6f1ndbALjf0Xe8I553yfhWE69f35Yktl/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532731626414498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhJ7usdVAIzvgsy-GQcLsHztEgVIAZFQqYnK424RtXbMKs6xRI4cXh5wmAwQLkA9-9u_lTfAEHB0QNGFFCGV1_spT0uogsf_5EfME1qoAUN_p6f1ndbALjf0Xe8I553yfhWE69f35Yktl/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> Gwen went to the doctor today and had her pain diagnosed as a problem with her sciatic nerve with more testing to come. She had some pain medications in her tonight so was in a great mood!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIM-befOY146uDUC-wpIA_kGbmo2Z00Jne660o_XE1LXA5isulcXhnus1aFrFLJdjnD_LaEyaCtRNStpd1RowWOFGHvTOH0MYSHEi3umz5AZAUi9krQihSMaKtK6XzhXlSpMIyQwl9Nfw8/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532726993996434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIM-befOY146uDUC-wpIA_kGbmo2Z00Jne660o_XE1LXA5isulcXhnus1aFrFLJdjnD_LaEyaCtRNStpd1RowWOFGHvTOH0MYSHEi3umz5AZAUi9krQihSMaKtK6XzhXlSpMIyQwl9Nfw8/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is a very loosely organized group of folks who meet once or twice a meet just to play. They have decided to share their talents with those who care to listen and WE were the lucky recipients!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-8aJ8kmmkHOVE75ZSGXIVPsCC8maZeQFlp57DP2LSO9lKTGTixD11dsYo_gHWmVr-UemqnwGohIAqg1a5lIH0Lp4a1mASlA6st9IUwfCxdOAPe2vjRNK_cNLCgINgrIaLiRzZDiP9nV7/s1600-h/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368532717476375922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk-8aJ8kmmkHOVE75ZSGXIVPsCC8maZeQFlp57DP2LSO9lKTGTixD11dsYo_gHWmVr-UemqnwGohIAqg1a5lIH0Lp4a1mASlA6st9IUwfCxdOAPe2vjRNK_cNLCgINgrIaLiRzZDiP9nV7/s320/Turkey+Tortellini+and+Community+Concert+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> After the concert with sunset upon us, we drove over to the local Dairy Queen for some frozen coffee treats (Mike had lemonade) and some nice conversation before coming home.</div><div>All is quiet now, it is storming outside AGAIN and I am ready for my bed. So until tomorrow, my blogging friends, it's lights out.....</div><div>Polly</div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-2133595919514677922009-08-08T18:27:00.001-07:002009-08-08T18:41:54.493-07:00Brazil-Bound !<div align="left">Anticipation was high as tonight approached since word of this fundraiser first began circulating. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Olivet</span> Baptist Church in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Herndon</span> is sending a contingent of folks to Brazil the last week of September and first week of October for a mission trip. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmeW8C89Nc7fX18GGtEYxilOR8OkiBBSujsZZBXbBc9nlDlyeMkB6Ro17zY7F7qc3R5rCqa6c26lkA4MXgJWug4Sh-PwYfizDcvIvBAkjfZWR9JdwaxKL8cSlE46B3EmS-_rTC6K6qUvP/s1600-h/OBC4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770716567937778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmeW8C89Nc7fX18GGtEYxilOR8OkiBBSujsZZBXbBc9nlDlyeMkB6Ro17zY7F7qc3R5rCqa6c26lkA4MXgJWug4Sh-PwYfizDcvIvBAkjfZWR9JdwaxKL8cSlE46B3EmS-_rTC6K6qUvP/s320/OBC4.jpg" border="0" /></a> A fish fry was decided upon, the date set and plans set in motion. The funeral home where I work bought 10 tickets so I was fortunate enough to go and take Mother with me. My best friend Gwen and her mother rode with us when I got off work and we met two more friends when we arrived. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicgyCB6C8gYm7PAtiE5h1kYMYqecavkxETmkzWap3XRBAqOL3nl1uXEcuSWtjpkHmYz7ZhAGmvx_auZy1GY4S1BtNBOb2wvyAzxZY_tPmrkAudY9mvJTk8-IOzJ9SX2lu7VZnsp9bzjM6O/s1600-h/OBC7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770296888021842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicgyCB6C8gYm7PAtiE5h1kYMYqecavkxETmkzWap3XRBAqOL3nl1uXEcuSWtjpkHmYz7ZhAGmvx_auZy1GY4S1BtNBOb2wvyAzxZY_tPmrkAudY9mvJTk8-IOzJ9SX2lu7VZnsp9bzjM6O/s320/OBC7.jpg" border="0" /></a> Even though the event was held in the Fellowship Hall, the smell of fish wafted outside to the parking lot. For a carload of hungry gals that was a heavenly scent from a heavenly place and we were NOT <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">disappointed</span>!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k5NnPHPbhv-e4WLihL20BgalhAuBWzC-Uo2dVdctG6p77x_MrbElLr5NKEFBVoUNdXX63tCjrYubAiw5h3FRylpTn-rHcpIH278cIRuAJoygSg3jroNV3q75Z5VIngI9emLViiKh-nym/s1600-h/OBC3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770292983460610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8k5NnPHPbhv-e4WLihL20BgalhAuBWzC-Uo2dVdctG6p77x_MrbElLr5NKEFBVoUNdXX63tCjrYubAiw5h3FRylpTn-rHcpIH278cIRuAJoygSg3jroNV3q75Z5VIngI9emLViiKh-nym/s320/OBC3.jpg" border="0" /></a> We saw lots of old friends and made some new ones. It was really fun catching up with folks and hearing about the upcoming trip! <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAziUfRxBl-4mbn52Z-GAx-rYrmrH8ohit7g-0eKZzyC0MvJzzsHRpBvmoFptiWPQGKVZziV5FWETZuvqIwwYm9Kp-hmoriq6vMYDW25ejtvxFjjAQoXBpuahvkHFHP0a1TOlbKLu5_Pl/s1600-h/OBC2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770283328800930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAziUfRxBl-4mbn52Z-GAx-rYrmrH8ohit7g-0eKZzyC0MvJzzsHRpBvmoFptiWPQGKVZziV5FWETZuvqIwwYm9Kp-hmoriq6vMYDW25ejtvxFjjAQoXBpuahvkHFHP0a1TOlbKLu5_Pl/s320/OBC2.jpg" border="0" /></a> It's a well-known fact that some of the best cooks in the county are members of that church, so in addition to dinner, they held a silent auction for desserts. Yes, I was fortunate enough to be able to buy 2 pans of Ann's famous <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cinnamon</span> rolls (which freeze well, by the way) and at the same time, help the folks out with their Mission Trip.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UGpmPH-cpTN7fyRoPhDGXUxbnQ3mKRM0FXU6MoufliEPySRIfDRLMWFfrRJUyLWTTJookyWwSHdMs-9nUcK-XYOkvm1X8KrzzfroX23xLtNaQfvsKALNgoP_yRxMXzspyqrREGe48IVU/s1600-h/OBC1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367770281227407746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UGpmPH-cpTN7fyRoPhDGXUxbnQ3mKRM0FXU6MoufliEPySRIfDRLMWFfrRJUyLWTTJookyWwSHdMs-9nUcK-XYOkvm1X8KrzzfroX23xLtNaQfvsKALNgoP_yRxMXzspyqrREGe48IVU/s320/OBC1.jpg" border="0" /></a> As an aside, poor Frank (who is a member at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Olivet</span>) walked in the door and got a death call :( Of course, in our business, that is when it usually happens. So he missed his own church's event but I heard that his Mother prepared a plate for him to enjoy later.</div><div>Hoping you all had a great Saturday and that Sunday will be even better!</div><div>With a full tummy and a happy frame of mind, I am off.......</div><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-47201298004702794682009-08-08T10:00:00.001-07:002009-08-08T10:04:21.899-07:00Sweet, Sweet Saturday<div align="center">Sometimes families who are well-served are thankful in in the "sweetest" ways!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9m4yt7KdQswBv9KhyphenhyphenLCotSUECpNy6GDZzW78k3mdhxF27o1slYo552i9GS5nWMe0IHmSFzyMJsrnn507hzBqjoDVQLp1aGs5O7PriMnQe8PXbBmTTHGjbksWSbkdzF6LpsMaz2zhfJxxh/s1600-h/photo-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367639283556834130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9m4yt7KdQswBv9KhyphenhyphenLCotSUECpNy6GDZzW78k3mdhxF27o1slYo552i9GS5nWMe0IHmSFzyMJsrnn507hzBqjoDVQLp1aGs5O7PriMnQe8PXbBmTTHGjbksWSbkdzF6LpsMaz2zhfJxxh/s320/photo-3.jpg" border="0" /></a> Okay, if you HAVE to work on weekends, you might as well include doughnuts !<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9NAvPlCqomb5tKOKT1zQ3kC2iowRVUe4vQQqAvE069ahqTSQUso8OnNZ_l9vx3dtrNgfycwQGUYYEtTmNcK9-Ig9677Ot8YzcMsmEEtpxqH9RDv2tA1m8Rw3EwZTFipqM2urE3KFsCzl/s1600-h/photo-2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367639274068861442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge9NAvPlCqomb5tKOKT1zQ3kC2iowRVUe4vQQqAvE069ahqTSQUso8OnNZ_l9vx3dtrNgfycwQGUYYEtTmNcK9-Ig9677Ot8YzcMsmEEtpxqH9RDv2tA1m8Rw3EwZTFipqM2urE3KFsCzl/s320/photo-2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-62306804795536617162009-08-06T11:13:00.000-07:002009-08-06T11:23:23.698-07:00Go Straight to Jail<div align="left">Of course I've seen the inside of a jail before, but only on TV and in the movies. So I was naturally <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WAYYY</span> curious and excited when a planning committee I serve on was scheduled for a meeting at our local facility.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGuWz_tVQoIWjRH9lEc0SP-9geRx2pmhSlZDnyxANhc3czozkA9wtwAfzgt5NRsNzQuxzbsVbmY0y6oVP5zSQeraEpiepty4dH1bFEhi9J7vMlK_xgxG31SvINPt8J-Q3T1YxVjTPcBJR/s1600-h/Jail+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366916135605287202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGuWz_tVQoIWjRH9lEc0SP-9geRx2pmhSlZDnyxANhc3czozkA9wtwAfzgt5NRsNzQuxzbsVbmY0y6oVP5zSQeraEpiepty4dH1bFEhi9J7vMlK_xgxG31SvINPt8J-Q3T1YxVjTPcBJR/s320/Jail+1.jpg" border="0" /></a> My excitement was short-lived as I didn't get a tour and only got as far as the general waiting area where a table with chairs was set up for the meeting. I did get to see the visiting area, though. It was really nice, I mean REALLY nice. The inmates must have been forewarned as I saw not one, no, not one. Oh well, maybe they were busy studying for their law degrees or something ???<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqc04Atz00B7rji4Y1XR89NMx7T6HX0ARFLyK-yUE26AqnTdLvQkH8toe1kBVqke6DzdEVpHOXfegDLZ5OItFO7Qfroa9U5l9xX9QGlWyLUQBTGPosExEHWh4zF56VRATJEJpdPED85yS/s1600-h/Jail+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366916127792040754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqc04Atz00B7rji4Y1XR89NMx7T6HX0ARFLyK-yUE26AqnTdLvQkH8toe1kBVqke6DzdEVpHOXfegDLZ5OItFO7Qfroa9U5l9xX9QGlWyLUQBTGPosExEHWh4zF56VRATJEJpdPED85yS/s320/Jail+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-76883661733777354722009-08-04T17:40:00.000-07:002009-08-04T18:03:13.069-07:00Stormy Summer Night<div align="left">Generally, I love a good storm, be it summer, winter, spring or fall. But tonight is a little bit different as I did NOT have my yard prepared for it evidently. No furniture has landed in the pool (yet) but the old grill that was standing on its' last legs is standing no longer.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-9V80wNeaxJratdAczKdESVr6xWhEyonpF07jwTtHmd1dQVbtVbu5s9s4umG1hT2i8ABzx3vr3mepUo3V-aWBm5pImQN0u_M30Ytc6x1XEnyYTN_n_xKA2FYOselQxmUCiGJK-cp1LOH/s1600-h/BIG+storm+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366274417697444738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6-9V80wNeaxJratdAczKdESVr6xWhEyonpF07jwTtHmd1dQVbtVbu5s9s4umG1hT2i8ABzx3vr3mepUo3V-aWBm5pImQN0u_M30Ytc6x1XEnyYTN_n_xKA2FYOselQxmUCiGJK-cp1LOH/s320/BIG+storm+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> I tried to get a picture of the hot tub cover HALF off and quickly filling with water, but alas, the lightning and torrential downpours kept me standing in the kitchen and trying to get a picture of said cover. About five minutes ago, I could stand it no longer and raced out with an umbrella to affix the cover. I was surprised that the hot tub wasn't FULL of water, but it's not! Sometimes I have a little good fortune along with life's unpleasant surprises.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqa2Ane72dv_eYjkUliB7sOJ9HtxQuaWsDU12ZgZJ6t1JMDYGLWz3wvCb_sgYZUgDieg7L7v42fRpVRfNiC7_AL5Jz8lv45dzgEVHCV8zZ9sEYkUQ3rdqqYmYCuPZz4cfEek5VCYfDczq/s1600-h/BIG+storm+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366274407439993154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiqa2Ane72dv_eYjkUliB7sOJ9HtxQuaWsDU12ZgZJ6t1JMDYGLWz3wvCb_sgYZUgDieg7L7v42fRpVRfNiC7_AL5Jz8lv45dzgEVHCV8zZ9sEYkUQ3rdqqYmYCuPZz4cfEek5VCYfDczq/s320/BIG+storm+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Today was a much better day than yesterday all around. Yesterday I had to return to work after having been off for several days with the little ones. After doing payroll and a few other necessary things at work, I raced out to get Mom to an eye Dr.'s appointment at 10:00. They finally called us back at 11:30! That is a real pet peeve of mine as I feel that my time is at least as valuable as the Dr.'s. I will just remember to show up at that particular Dr. an hour later than the appointed time and perhaps the wait will be shorter. Then back to work and it turned out to be a rather busy day there.</div><div align="left">Wiped out, I got home with a pizza from Little Caesar's and devoured half of it before my best friend Gwen called to tell me her niece Alicia and her husband Nathan were here and asked if I would meet them for dessert. Where? My FAVORITE place in the world to eat, El Bracero's!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsHyR6WvnBqw1_D8RQGhTpJF1TBN7PSDNJ02Np107f-hfPsg0doSMthDbq-MII1fX2rNBq0xN44SGs7gkb_2UBvt1-lhXc7WVc6ZFaapoWhVZC5mVYCDl5gfFezRqiBMJMfRZjJieFQP5/s1600-h/Alicia+McFarland.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366273452582892290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYsHyR6WvnBqw1_D8RQGhTpJF1TBN7PSDNJ02Np107f-hfPsg0doSMthDbq-MII1fX2rNBq0xN44SGs7gkb_2UBvt1-lhXc7WVc6ZFaapoWhVZC5mVYCDl5gfFezRqiBMJMfRZjJieFQP5/s320/Alicia+McFarland.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Alicia<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6x6pASI9LL5ZR-0xPRIM98sNi6I7dURzJtXhPNZXcHXr4kK_YaGpj6M3GtgnGtu1hBpyr6YTSgFXFSJ-rP9zlAwGwHuKzC4saxdfSfi6ayQcxIvg9rdnwkzaZFzmaXgOEAmQ-K2S6FNN/s1600-h/Nathan+McFarland.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366273447779880306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6x6pASI9LL5ZR-0xPRIM98sNi6I7dURzJtXhPNZXcHXr4kK_YaGpj6M3GtgnGtu1hBpyr6YTSgFXFSJ-rP9zlAwGwHuKzC4saxdfSfi6ayQcxIvg9rdnwkzaZFzmaXgOEAmQ-K2S6FNN/s320/Nathan+McFarland.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Nathan</p><p align="left">Alas, I had just eaten the pizza and was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SOOOO</span> full! Off I went to meet Alicia and Nathan. I had met Alicia before, but wasn't able to get to the wedding last October because of a prior <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">commitment</span>, and was anxious to meet him.</p><p align="left">I didn't remember to grab my camera, so all I got were cell phone photos and they're not very good, but it was really nice to get to visit with them for a while. Evidently Alicia had been here on Saturday visiting her grandmother and found a piece of furniture she REALLY wanted. So after work on Monday Nathan drove her the two hours to pick it up. Must be a really nice husband to do that!</p><p align="left">They seem really happy and I am so glad for them. Alicia is really a fine young woman and they are both Christians. Besides that, Gwen LOVES her very much! I'm glad they are close friends in addition to being related. I had several aunts that I was fortunate enough to love very much and be close to. As I am getter older their health is failing and some of them have died, but the memories of those relationships will be with me always.</p>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-37667291517843195262009-08-01T20:50:00.001-07:002009-08-01T21:38:21.833-07:00Goin' Home<div align="left">Their parents might not have approved of a Three Musketeers or a pudding cup for breakfast, but hey, those are the things that memories are made of. And their last morning at Mimi's should be just the way they want it, and it was!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjfhaDYkhD1aCpEOYFgIG0HbQAe_kMpQnhl-vQr8ukOt6-kQn9jpCpBQFtsqYw2jJX2ABWsjpWkHdcafVNCCCje4fN9UN37d0nyEj6zCvQAat4DU5MGqrbn-BkPPRbC6-0Z1ONMwTLsKJ/s1600-h/Going+Home+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214495474463746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjfhaDYkhD1aCpEOYFgIG0HbQAe_kMpQnhl-vQr8ukOt6-kQn9jpCpBQFtsqYw2jJX2ABWsjpWkHdcafVNCCCje4fN9UN37d0nyEj6zCvQAat4DU5MGqrbn-BkPPRbC6-0Z1ONMwTLsKJ/s320/Going+Home+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> While their laundry was being dried, folded and carefully packed for their return trip, they fired up their imaginations in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">the gar</span>age. Tristin made a basket for his "bike" from a cardboard box and managed to get it affixed with some cord he found in the garage while Sydney used the pet carrier for her stuffed animals. Yes, she fina<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lly all</span>owed Tristin to take them for a ride.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjff3P_DUpm4HNni1ZTCrCS4SEtwl-ot7j0bn_IlbSTvhvcVh7TZSS95YqwL2EoHaGPRTykHaZH9Ghh6dDmdqe8iZGDyw68TL5aU2-e6ViTSKKtkMFSvuo9T-s-4JXYqEPSK_YzavUT8Ex8/s1600-h/Going+Home+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214486557103906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjff3P_DUpm4HNni1ZTCrCS4SEtwl-ot7j0bn_IlbSTvhvcVh7TZSS95YqwL2EoHaGPRTykHaZH9Ghh6dDmdqe8iZGDyw68TL5aU2-e6ViTSKKtkMFSvuo9T-s-4JXYqEPSK_YzavUT8Ex8/s320/Going+Home+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> Kristin an<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">d Jake </span>were glad to see Tristin when he got home, but I think that lasted about 10 minutes and they were back to their old selves!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0EhiO-ru1eFb3_SFKtmsUyeKntC00QwWjmbt65OFTA_GHJeoFKUOJU8MpjYW9Ju2YsugxP__-V0E_KFymwJPLTq3SfetiFu88gd7zTUw3MElPQBv-kBhXbZ8uD03_ThjUeFP0p5dAlEq/s1600-h/Going+Home+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365214478232867586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV0EhiO-ru1eFb3_SFKtmsUyeKntC00QwWjmbt65OFTA_GHJeoFKUOJU8MpjYW9Ju2YsugxP__-V0E_KFymwJPLTq3SfetiFu88gd7zTUw3MElPQBv-kBhXbZ8uD03_ThjUeFP0p5dAlEq/s320/Going+Home+011.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sydney's little brother Hayden was sure glad to see her, too! He is a char<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">act</span>er for sure and will be starting pre-school in another week or so. Miss Kim will have her hands full with this one!<br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpkfGmY6CTF1aKijLU-xoxKKmHKQ-S5lwVqcdeqxwaHZULWRHXybJyAP9z7lSUClqvJsIXdAH6bk_hrKYOkBlsaE1eKI8rPgn1RbBG89ta3axzGdtbpxu1vHhC8xX5GHJl56x4b-EwUAR/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365212687275154706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpkfGmY6CTF1aKijLU-xoxKKmHKQ-S5lwVqcdeqxwaHZULWRHXybJyAP9z7lSUClqvJsIXdAH6bk_hrKYOkBlsaE1eKI8rPgn1RbBG89ta3axzGdtbpxu1vHhC8xX5GHJl56x4b-EwUAR/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /></a> Granny (my Mom) made the ride with me and it is a long one if you do it in one day. 2 1/2 hours each way makes 5 in the car, but she wanted to go. The kids were all going to the last night of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">county </span>fair so we didn't stay long. Tristin entered the "mini" pedal pull. They put a sled behind a pedal tractor and based on the child's weight (for the class), they see who can pull it the farthest. Don't you just know he came in second place! I am so proud of him.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJ86hR53e7HBBOHE6uYv-zyJJCysGR2LbRMWvuEUWZW_va4GB7o4wbz54zP_BGxA33xBPxIRqBHtlfPA-yCFcUUK-yj4aVoOz1TOE8LAy_BM6fwoaRubwQVPogUfER-EvF_eofF1cOkiu/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365212677651683842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQJ86hR53e7HBBOHE6uYv-zyJJCysGR2LbRMWvuEUWZW_va4GB7o4wbz54zP_BGxA33xBPxIRqBHtlfPA-yCFcUUK-yj4aVoOz1TOE8LAy_BM6fwoaRubwQVPogUfER-EvF_eofF1cOkiu/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sydney was right there to cheer him on (of course). I am happy and surprised that after all their "together" time they never argued and remain best friends. </div><br /><div>I have to share this with you all. One of the funniest things I heard this week went like this....."Mimi, when you get really old and you die, don't you want to give your house to me and Sydney?"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzTkThzf7sSYeI1uFfgcStw7Ibr_rqKgCO_ZZWqPjCR2Om4JJWOoexyWj1Krw8nSwSMncEQJkBH4xq_1oCNp9TX971XcdACm-D8KRHSvgrYIIqCJWVyE237xT_75QiPBVC_YiplnhLu-U/s1600-h/DSC_0049.JPG"><img class="blsp-spelling-error" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365212669033656514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWzTkThzf7sSYeI1uFfgcStw7Ibr_rqKgCO_ZZWqPjCR2Om4JJWOoexyWj1Krw8nSwSMncEQJkBH4xq_1oCNp9TX971XcdACm-D8KRHSvgrYIIqCJWVyE237xT_75QiPBVC_YiplnhLu-U/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" /></a>Then just last night when Tristin was getting out of the tub, he proclaimed that he had decided just to stay at my house forever. We could take Sydney home if she HAD to go, but he was going to live with me. Isn't that sweet?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3_3sMKTBL4MgQRhOVAIV4OLexRhLeluQWHhjJE1BzgkH438ynO4hPdMccA2j6xZJkGio4E5wGQszbmdCcB0KrlaH_b2Z316Zm8ixbTvGu0t32Bpr9wafUQAuO7nSMRjKtbaBAaHgM243/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365212667011948738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV3_3sMKTBL4MgQRhOVAIV4OLexRhLeluQWHhjJE1BzgkH438ynO4hPdMccA2j6xZJkGio4E5wGQszbmdCcB0KrlaH_b2Z316Zm8ixbTvGu0t32Bpr9wafUQAuO7nSMRjKtbaBAaHgM243/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /></a> After the big tractor pull, they all went off to happily take in a few rides at the amusement park section of the fair. Sydney is riding with Hayden in the picture below.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8fNThqpiJGq9Whgnn017ogN_3Lcwy8ePvnTNAFhnQyHzqqnBgjJ5gY_jFKl2Fwwf38tNqN3p4xa1gW3pMEl5MpYwcVdCoGB4OhzZOFbaqOtKRCumATRbxqhnw8nOUhD5oBH89Emr64dg/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365212663897614882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8fNThqpiJGq9Whgnn017ogN_3Lcwy8ePvnTNAFhnQyHzqqnBgjJ5gY_jFKl2Fwwf38tNqN3p4xa1gW3pMEl5MpYwcVdCoGB4OhzZOFbaqOtKRCumATRbxqhnw8nOUhD5oBH89Emr64dg/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /></a> It was a great week, just full of laughter and love and fun. My body is exhausted but my heart if full. I will remember this time always. I am missing them a lot tonight. We already had a little routine of getting "tucked in" and prayer time with all the "God blesses".<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"> T</span>onight, a SPECIAL "God Bless Tristin and Sydney". <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-47014441826566268272009-07-31T20:25:00.001-07:002009-07-31T20:53:33.637-07:00Pool Day With A New Friend!<div align="left">The rain FINALLY stopped long enough for us to enjoy a pool day! The kiddos have been waiting and waiting to have a day to play all day in the pool. I was thankful to arise to a sunny day today! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tristin</span> got up not long after I did, but I finally let him wake Sydney up around noon. These kids play hard and sleep hard.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjxLdD2uwrQ0oNOSSRzLlK_nBIPdd0jvFvRKAcWUMxY17sbXtpNJTeoHv-0pB3WwaiEpXcHwHPK-pT_jLuUlkfLJOTq-3Mk8zTKk9LJe7HzOuswZCg2BnED8zBwFDHl8OYMUJblz_S3zU/s1600-h/Day+4+with+CJ+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364834116554356850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjxLdD2uwrQ0oNOSSRzLlK_nBIPdd0jvFvRKAcWUMxY17sbXtpNJTeoHv-0pB3WwaiEpXcHwHPK-pT_jLuUlkfLJOTq-3Mk8zTKk9LJe7HzOuswZCg2BnED8zBwFDHl8OYMUJblz_S3zU/s320/Day+4+with+CJ+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> After another pound of bacon for breakfast they headed out to the deck and made a "tent" with an old blanket and played for a while with that while I put in a load of laundry and cleaned up breakfast. Then it was swimsuit time!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjoIbyv4azKnq3V70a3xRGwVqV_jRtYo8y9xYLcDM8FDwJNuOqcnavYMFu1isaVfBQPy5wuah33YbBB08x57pVxKDqrv_hx60uG1Siw7mDHnbHCpNG9dpfkStaf1NRkh_Nk3-ajkmUvajC/s1600-h/Day+4+with+CJ+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364834111076968082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjoIbyv4azKnq3V70a3xRGwVqV_jRtYo8y9xYLcDM8FDwJNuOqcnavYMFu1isaVfBQPy5wuah33YbBB08x57pVxKDqrv_hx60uG1Siw7mDHnbHCpNG9dpfkStaf1NRkh_Nk3-ajkmUvajC/s320/Day+4+with+CJ+008.jpg" border="0" /></a> A friend of mine was gracious enough to bring her 5, almost 6 year old, C.J., over to play this afternoon and they had a great time with their new friend! C.J.'s mom, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Rebecca</span>, brought a watermelon and the kids even "created" a slip 'n slide with the float. They would go from the hot tub to the pool to the hot tub and back again.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfFiWfElu3CVumHSpGpNyVUWlK_B_dN1nmNAD4t4nubDgd_ThJMAmNKITvLUk4O5i4pKvXQr62VRA9b16gU9UEluNVRfJ0MXuVmJMVbwPDdhyphenhyphenmxjHMqUGNXD2KiJM0yfKv5WdnXpqt-Z3/s1600-h/Day+4+with+CJ+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364834103273617410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfFiWfElu3CVumHSpGpNyVUWlK_B_dN1nmNAD4t4nubDgd_ThJMAmNKITvLUk4O5i4pKvXQr62VRA9b16gU9UEluNVRfJ0MXuVmJMVbwPDdhyphenhyphenmxjHMqUGNXD2KiJM0yfKv5WdnXpqt-Z3/s320/Day+4+with+CJ+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> C.J. is such a friendly little guy and makes friends easily wherever he goes.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8_Q8iTt3aeY20xAyGdd-mY1fC2A-WQgFtdbOBIlRMAcbYbRseGuFco9nUMfycla-74t4V1anWk82N1MJvlTVOiStTEYRT0vnm4xRwVkYeRB9g1miI67Yb-EVP3F6RiuyibRjidR4C65c/s1600-h/Day+4+with+CJ+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364834095543402178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8_Q8iTt3aeY20xAyGdd-mY1fC2A-WQgFtdbOBIlRMAcbYbRseGuFco9nUMfycla-74t4V1anWk82N1MJvlTVOiStTEYRT0vnm4xRwVkYeRB9g1miI67Yb-EVP3F6RiuyibRjidR4C65c/s320/Day+4+with+CJ+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> My friend Gail stopped by and visited for a bit. I hadn't seen her in several days and it's always nice to catch up. Sophie adores her while (s)he only tolerates me. Gwen joined us for a while and brought a beautiful raincoat she thought I should buy from Buck's 75% off sale that starts tomorrow. It's MINE....<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvG8-qZildHj38u8F8kFPLNIqFY9d3bq0TODQu832X7NBZrNnuqhjZVCI_zLeG8EGjV8imhB_UKeq_0yijpXdflT1xpUEXF8_592_IAtUwPRO64d2lfVYNCYTy568hKi-4B2C35Zi-XTL/s1600-h/Day+4+with+CJ+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364834089445167794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvG8-qZildHj38u8F8kFPLNIqFY9d3bq0TODQu832X7NBZrNnuqhjZVCI_zLeG8EGjV8imhB_UKeq_0yijpXdflT1xpUEXF8_592_IAtUwPRO64d2lfVYNCYTy568hKi-4B2C35Zi-XTL/s320/Day+4+with+CJ+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> The kids had a great day playing hard and I enjoyed catching up with friends. I'm afraid I let them play too long. The sunscreen worked wonders as no one has a sunburn at all. The chlorine burns are a tell-tale sign that I let them stay too long, though. Hopefully they will be better by morning as I have to return them to their parents tomorrow. I am already missing them. <div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-61141740222993288052009-07-30T19:22:00.000-07:002009-07-30T19:39:21.286-07:00May The "G" Force Be With You !<div align="left">Another dreary, rainy day helped us decide on our fun activity for the day and it was off to the movies to see "G-Force". We went to the first showing at 12:20 p.m. to give us time for the much-despised shopping for school shoes trip that would follow. But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here. I was absolutely shocked to find when we got to the ticket window that because this movie was in 3-D, all ticket prices were $8.50! Even children, even the matinee. It's not the money as much as heck, the money! That's ridiculous! But we did go as promised and the kids enjoyed the movie. (I thought Ice Age was FAR better.)</div><div align="left">AND for the first time in my absent-minded <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">grandparenting</span>, I was so tired last night that I failed to put the card back into my camera, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">soooo</span>, all those cute pictures I took today shopping, wearing 3-D glasses at the movies and playing in the hot tub are non-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">existent</span>. I am truly losing it here, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">lol</span>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjjujK3sNt89qOO2_A2YHWrkNfxWtJATy0raPvEtJ0k2PETKIIhBB2tmkvZ0EA2Egilx_IYNff9KRFIVBbYQZFf32WXS9kLeN9Gi7cfN8wS7ipgmQ6_VVh-ofpqcowS7b3jGzOw7eZg1Q/s1600-h/Day+3+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364445018167461426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDjjujK3sNt89qOO2_A2YHWrkNfxWtJATy0raPvEtJ0k2PETKIIhBB2tmkvZ0EA2Egilx_IYNff9KRFIVBbYQZFf32WXS9kLeN9Gi7cfN8wS7ipgmQ6_VVh-ofpqcowS7b3jGzOw7eZg1Q/s320/Day+3+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> We did go to the grocery today with shopping lists in hand and only bought about 20 things that weren't on the list. Oh, Sydney and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tristin</span> both got the new tennis shoes and an extra pair of flip-flops at the 70% off rack, new underwear, socks and COOL pj's that they are wearing in the picture above.</div><div align="left">We brought Granny over who watched them play in the hot tub and the pool until the rain began again in earnest. I made a fabulous Hummingbird Cake, smoked pork chops, baked mac and cheese, corn on the cob and fried squash. I'm stuffed.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingROKyysQoBsuRpMZ7XomWf1VDDDvDSjIbVtKPIKvzd_Mo0T0GqRVDR6p_0kRAkOuklGVJMVNYP-1ROCdIVxiWrUdcB3iMrcnXXdNygxw3BeGmf_ooxUmAR2qfYVytJ8j2UPglZ7IhyDc/s1600-h/Day+3+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364445004012775986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEingROKyysQoBsuRpMZ7XomWf1VDDDvDSjIbVtKPIKvzd_Mo0T0GqRVDR6p_0kRAkOuklGVJMVNYP-1ROCdIVxiWrUdcB3iMrcnXXdNygxw3BeGmf_ooxUmAR2qfYVytJ8j2UPglZ7IhyDc/s320/Day+3+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> And then, just when I think I can't walk another step or cook another thing, my precious neighbor Charlie brought me a LOT of corn. It will have to be cut off the cob, cooked, cooled and bagged before sleep comes again. YIKES! Can I do this? Sure. The kids are watching a movie and this computer break is bringing my sanity back to me again.<br />Tomorrow will be another fun day with lots of hugs and giggles. I wish for all of you the same kind of love I get from these adorable six year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">olds</span>....<br /></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1201793361977701526.post-87137557346956833122009-07-29T21:02:00.001-07:002009-07-29T21:37:13.422-07:00Mammoth Cave Fun!What a FUN day I had today as I took <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tristin</span> and Sydney for their first-ever trip to the underground world at Mammoth Cave!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgemmWEI9O2AWhhcIRVQtsmkiirizZY7BXR-KYC6qIruLJyycvufw4JDhFmpo5qXrhrWPe_m6dmQHkOnLLQTFqCaTiYr_w-VIGEeXjpZRz7lubAUKQXZgTvL9vQZ3FR6dATp8e3pyYMp7p7/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364104247426750370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgemmWEI9O2AWhhcIRVQtsmkiirizZY7BXR-KYC6qIruLJyycvufw4JDhFmpo5qXrhrWPe_m6dmQHkOnLLQTFqCaTiYr_w-VIGEeXjpZRz7lubAUKQXZgTvL9vQZ3FR6dATp8e3pyYMp7p7/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> We bought tickets for the Historic Tour that I thought would be a good introduction tour but still had almost 2 hours to wait, so off we went on foot in search of adventure! Six year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">olds</span> are such a thrill and everything seems to excite them. We walked to a nearby picnic area where they delighted in spotting squirrels and posing for pictures.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBM06HhidJiQ9yysN2HcyadXyI9lm9skEXFVaUfM2Cy8WdIii3kO71glNDhXGUtFYVkP6_H0oI87TTeZ3HlYTvjyhtGXebhFdlHqwUAyUgPN-IF_4KjY72phQ7O0FTYzPUeJdwCwPlgbF/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364104243126557762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFBM06HhidJiQ9yysN2HcyadXyI9lm9skEXFVaUfM2Cy8WdIii3kO71glNDhXGUtFYVkP6_H0oI87TTeZ3HlYTvjyhtGXebhFdlHqwUAyUgPN-IF_4KjY72phQ7O0FTYzPUeJdwCwPlgbF/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT12etqc6KvAopYSYFGETccJWav3_qypu8DRyOv7oYqjnWYuzFx8gRWDewf6PSbzGdZWODt_6-RuidrL69A4KXfkD2cG7lYJxq0RbqP1gN-mQU25_3nzEbqPBEq15kL8XI1_gXKrv0EgdO/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364104234480193170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT12etqc6KvAopYSYFGETccJWav3_qypu8DRyOv7oYqjnWYuzFx8gRWDewf6PSbzGdZWODt_6-RuidrL69A4KXfkD2cG7lYJxq0RbqP1gN-mQU25_3nzEbqPBEq15kL8XI1_gXKrv0EgdO/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+017.jpg" border="0" /></a> They are true clowns and on Day 2 of togetherness, they are still best buddies. I still have my fingers crossed that they will remain like this, not just this week, but always.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIZMU0djND9Cnv4_LSVupyrrZFjSgRWu4qj-FIH35KruJ1AV5RIFpCHYOXxTmzxLLxdxQE6A51VNs1h3Iw_5hhHIdx44IxwoShMLDR2ibqimrtH8WZWOKtyVPDMSN9KUz2Bta1TskXjzB/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364104228013931778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZIZMU0djND9Cnv4_LSVupyrrZFjSgRWu4qj-FIH35KruJ1AV5RIFpCHYOXxTmzxLLxdxQE6A51VNs1h3Iw_5hhHIdx44IxwoShMLDR2ibqimrtH8WZWOKtyVPDMSN9KUz2Bta1TskXjzB/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tristin</span> was a little apprehensive when we first entered (he doesn't like total darkness and it was pretty dark initially) but as the tour proceeded, he quickly shed his fears and loved it long before it was over. They were wonderful about holding my hand, too. (I never had a free one.) They also made a game of sorts of looking out for my head, occasionally calling out for me to DUCK so I wouldn't hit my head on a low point in the cave.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMvi7vNP_ifz7P2eFgbIpNpV26LfUbpNxQN8kcrJH94KCtvSl5ohi8dXK8Cc_pOzTW8dRR736_TToOiOc-CSbkWsVXJszTDh12-1bXu0Mf2GcboMkMkgVHgAeW3aJ0S6wYFQLVfdI6pMc/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364101104120752450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMvi7vNP_ifz7P2eFgbIpNpV26LfUbpNxQN8kcrJH94KCtvSl5ohi8dXK8Cc_pOzTW8dRR736_TToOiOc-CSbkWsVXJszTDh12-1bXu0Mf2GcboMkMkgVHgAeW3aJ0S6wYFQLVfdI6pMc/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+039.jpg" border="0" /></a> The light jackets were perfect for the cool temperatures "down under" until we came out and it sure got hot quick then.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eoNA-TDspBbeDhOznlav3BZUN-GZPIlcW60wfia1eFc2IVluQfEN_YKRW96mg6VZGCqSe-OhrQMMrA0hzle5T01cIOl_JGgqezDiucCaquUUVrURGFrpzr61f2HSdIi7hzDJuyjP-_I-/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364101093924815794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eoNA-TDspBbeDhOznlav3BZUN-GZPIlcW60wfia1eFc2IVluQfEN_YKRW96mg6VZGCqSe-OhrQMMrA0hzle5T01cIOl_JGgqezDiucCaquUUVrURGFrpzr61f2HSdIi7hzDJuyjP-_I-/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+040.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think six is the perfect age for this adventure. There were some younger children in the group, but there was also some crying. I'm glad I waited to take them until they were bigger. They were enthralled with our guide and absorbed every word she said, listening intently. I was proud of them for paying attention and asking questions <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ie</span>..... did Indians ever live in here? do animals live here other than bats? <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4gvOCM6ZRc13dPNAgO5hH70zjDk3ANqFx1eeQbg0knA80yogMv4hPrtjwjEMsbO9igBo1FgiztHDKZH2G2Z8L6Pq4MzdRUl3tzEejaC_FAKea6mOfWXaE8Hs4hPTVlzuEiBINqlCOSPT/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364101091339298114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt4gvOCM6ZRc13dPNAgO5hH70zjDk3ANqFx1eeQbg0knA80yogMv4hPrtjwjEMsbO9igBo1FgiztHDKZH2G2Z8L6Pq4MzdRUl3tzEejaC_FAKea6mOfWXaE8Hs4hPTVlzuEiBINqlCOSPT/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+041.jpg" border="0" /></a> Since <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Tristin</span> drank a huge Gatorade right before we went in, I was thankful for the bathroom facilities halfway through. He sure felt better, too.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHndaZjMP6XKueLffYEdWZ113CFF1IerYhDelCItZakjxSUHun-E64r4VVgHUVZUOoxuX7ahFOAjtqqfPQC_KCfQSbfzdr5A1kE8VZh9YeWgfT-61ilYusz0yoBjHPXgpuWDUp9bdjl2tE/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364101077185900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHndaZjMP6XKueLffYEdWZ113CFF1IerYhDelCItZakjxSUHun-E64r4VVgHUVZUOoxuX7ahFOAjtqqfPQC_KCfQSbfzdr5A1kE8VZh9YeWgfT-61ilYusz0yoBjHPXgpuWDUp9bdjl2tE/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+042.jpg" border="0" /></a> We were famished when we left, but it was late so we headed on back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Hopkinsville</span> and stopped at Little Caesar's (their choice), came home and ate quickly. Then outside for a few bubbles and watching the bats fly around my backyard before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">bathtime</span>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0r7TtgI2ecH1-S24aikQuXlOjmdlMjq1iMRCO-3HwHLmHphq9hrDPRiNGYRPQrO41avr9ABJj23HIZNkRL9PiHU_Ry4MtkmbMFmG2n-97ikXypHZhwexPbCPDxHyRTTeiKMw3G3bwM2SC/s1600-h/Mammoth+Cave+2009+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364101072474134610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0r7TtgI2ecH1-S24aikQuXlOjmdlMjq1iMRCO-3HwHLmHphq9hrDPRiNGYRPQrO41avr9ABJj23HIZNkRL9PiHU_Ry4MtkmbMFmG2n-97ikXypHZhwexPbCPDxHyRTTeiKMw3G3bwM2SC/s320/Mammoth+Cave+2009+052.jpg" border="0" /></a> We've had our prayer time and they are quietly playing with their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Nintendo's</span> for 6 more minutes. Then I hope to hear some quiet, regular breathing. </div><div>Again tonight, I am so full of love and thankfulness for these precious lights in my life.</div><div>My cup <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">runneth</span> over.</div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Polly Fornshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04847908422936887232noreply@blogger.com0