Halloween At Julie's and Jit's

Trick-or-or treating in Grove Port was something to see, even though the weather was cold, windy, and rainy.  I don't think the rain ever let up, and Julie and Jit didn't know what to expect in the way of ghosts and goblins at the door, and I thought it was fantastic.  But they were disappointed that I didn't get to see what it's usually like when the weather cooperates.  We estimated that they still had 450-500 trick or treaters.  And this was in really yucky weather.  There was plenty of fun and festivity inside the house, also, with their friends, lots of food, and and a very good time overall.  I simply can't imagine the usual 400-500 more that they usually have, because I thought this crowd was unbelievable.

SHOPPING WITH JILLIAN

Yesterday Jill and I went on our planned expedition to buy her a new pair of boots; not snow boots - boots for everyday wear.  Our destination was Sears where I'd seen some I thought she might like; however, we ended up buy them elsewhere.  But that's not the point of my story.  When we got to Oxmoor, we entered at the Sears entrance and on the way in Jill noticed a bird nest in the big letter A of the SEARS sign.  We continued our shopping and a little later met Kim and Erin at Panera Bread for lunch.  Then we all exited by way of Sears because that's where both Kim and I had parked.

Kim, Erin and Jill were in their car.  I, however, was wandering the parking lot in search of my little red car.  Nowhere to be found!  Luckily Kim hadn't pulled away yet, and I got in their car and we drove around - no car.  So Kim questioned Jill (not me, you notice) about where we parked the car)  Jill offered we entered Sears, we were parked sort of close to the building, and there was a bird nest in the Big A of the SEARS sign.  Ohhhh...that's right Jill.  Good thinking!  It was the other entrance.   So Kim gave me a ride over to another entrance, looking for the bird nest, and presto!  there's the car.  Moral of the story.  I need to take Jill with me every time I shop at the mall.

Book Titles

I just finished reading The Paris Wife, about Hadley Richardson, the first wife of Ernest Hemingway.  When Bobby asked me what I was reading and I told him The Paris Wife, his comment was, "I guess Kevin won't be interested in reading that."  Because as some of you know, Kevin told some of us quite awhile back that if  someone's only claim to fame is she's someone's wife, why would he want to read about her.  Point taken.  Although, if there were a book called Big Bad Bob's Wife, can't you just see it being a best seller.  And it got me to thinking, as I was reading this book, about how many books I've read with wife in the title - quite a few, I think.  Right off I can remember The Shoemaker's Wife and the Time Traveler's Wife.  I know there have been more, but I can't recall right off what they were.  I don't remember ever seeing a book titled something or other's Husband.  You know....The First Lady's Husband, The Accountant's Husband, The Olympian's Husband.  So why are there so many "wife" titles out there.   But I'll probably keep reading them occasionally; the ones I've read have been fairly interesting.

Where has The Summer Gone??

My last post was 3 months ago, and I find myself wondering how that 3 months slipped by so quickly, and what I did with my time.  I know I read a number of books, and did very little quilting.  Took a little care of a heart patient, one we all know and love.  Attended a wedding in Pittsburgh, which was lots and lots of fun.  Saw a few movies and lunched with friends.  Zumba'd on Wed. mornings when I could, and line danced twice a week when my schedule allowed.  Spent a lot of time with Erin and Jill, which consisted of roller skating, playing miniature golf, walking while they rode their scooters, going to the park where they rode bikes, bowling, playing lots of games, lunch out, and of course, ice cream or yogurt out, and I actually got to take them for their back to school haircuts.  Oh, of course, and played with the pet rats.  We've celebrated birthdays, and overall, I guess it's been a pretty busy summer, but it still always catches me off guard when I realize how fast time is going.  We had occasion last night to see the parents of one of Kevin's good friends, whom we hadn't seen for quite a few years, and we were all like...when did we get so old?  I'm going to drag my feet and see if time goes any slower.  Except then it would take too long for Christmas to come around, and I look too forward to getting those decorations up.

The Hat Parade

Erin & Jill made the cutest hats for the hat parade.  So we have here the cutest hats ever on the cutest girls ever!!!!

Mary Lynn's Adventure

I had a little mishap on my way to the Cherokee Triangle Art Fair yesterday, and of course, I'm going to tell you all about it.  But first, let me assure anyone reading this that I'm A-OK.  Bobby & I parked on Rosewood, and the traffic was pretty heavy on Bardstown Road, making it a little difficult to cross.  So we saw our chance---got half way across, stopped on the middle line, looked to see what the next lane of traffic was doing, and Bobby made a dash for it.  I decided to make a dash, also.  The car coming looked to be coming pretty fast, so I tried to run - wearing sandals.  Bad idea!  I fell hard, right into what Bobby calls a Superman pose, you know how Superman looks when he's flying, on his tummy, hands out in front, overhead, legs straight out behind, my sandals flew off in traffic, I was in traffic, right in the middle of Bardstown Road.  Bobby says when he got to the sidewalk and looked around, he thought "where is she?"  Well, I was lying in the street.  I didn't get run over - Hooray!  As a matter of fact, I ended up pretty well - to scraped palms, a scraped shoulder, a bruised left palm and a bruised left knee, and my left wrist is pretty sore, but much better today than it was last night.  And I didn't harm the jeans I was wearing, which are the only jeans I have that I like; I was glad of that.  And just a footnote * Since I was with Bobby and he can't bend over, I had to pick myself up out of the street, and retrieve my own shoes, although he did kick them over to the gutter for me.  And we continued on the fair and spent enjoyable time with Mark, Kim, Erin & Jill, and then met Dub and Linda for dinner, so it gave me a story to tell and something about which to blog.

This isn't just about Brian's birthday, though it's what prompted my blog. I enjoyed the breakfast, and wish Kevin and Kim could have made it. There hasn't been a year that on Brian's birthday I haven't realized how fortunate we are that he's strong and healthy, and remember Dr. Seligman in neo-natal who cared for him. Of course, that can be said for all children who are strong and healthy, but Brian had a tough start. Happy Birthday, Brian!

A few more tidbits: Erin and Jill came in wearing Louisville shirts - Oh No!!! Brian told them he usually didn't like those red shirts, but "you girls make them work." Mark and the girls left, and returned later in the day with Kim, and watched the Louisville game at our house, which Erin was really enjoying. She told us she likes to watch the basketball games but it causes her to miss Jeopardy. How old is this 7 year old anyway. And then they left after the game so she could get home see the Ohio St game, but I don't think she was going to see all of it; she was looking pretty sleepy. Jill wasn't feeling too well; hope she's feeling better today.

Last thought; Mark was at an art seminar when Kim, Bobby and I were talking about Derby Day and had this idea (kidding). They could bring their rats here and we could have our own "Run for the Rodents." When we started picking out names for the rats, Kim said "too bad the Tabler Boys aren't here- they'd run with this conversation. How True!

This Sign Can't Possiby Refer To Us

When Bobby & I went to line dance Monday, we thought maybe we could find a spot to park in the lot, but there were only 2 spaces available, and both had the above sign posted, so we found a spot on the street. I admit the day and time of the week never entered our minds; the only thing that we saw was "Reserved for Seniors," and we both said out loud, well, this is reserved for seniors, but there's a place out there on the street, so out we went and walked a little further. It was when we got close to the building that we started laughing, realizing, hey, maybe we could have parked there after all. Could we just possibly be two of those seniors that space is reserved for? Never entered our minds. I have to admit I might feel guilty taking that spot; I really don't need it.

It's All About Me

This blog's all about what I'm up to, and have been up to, so if you're not interested, I'd advise you to stop reading right now and find something more constructive to do with your time. Bobby told me I haven't blogged in a month or so, and I decided I'd better blog about something or another. So I'm just writing about how I've been passing a little of my time.

We've been to Comfy Cow 2 days in a row, seeing Mark's art on display and eating ice cream. Today was my favorite visit, though, because Erin and Jill were there and anytime they're climbing on my lap and hugging on me, things couldn't be better. We were there last night after attending a fish fry at Our Lady's down on Portland, seeing some faces from our past. I saw only one high school chum, but Bobby saw more people he knew and we had a good time. One of these guys had a wife into quilting and is supposed to e'mail me with information about some quilting groups she belongs to that sounded interesting.

We've replaced the old lace curtain on the front door with brown blinds. Well, I bought them, Bobby put them up - that's how I arrive at the "we." I'm sure if I pulled old pictures, that same curtain has been up there since we've had this house, I'd be willing to bet. Want to bet? I'll bet you...$10,000.00. Really, I'm pretty sure it's always been up there. These blinds look so much better, and now I've decided to get the same thing for the back hall door. It's a great improvement for just a little bit of money. I've also replaced the shower curtain, and would like a new comforter for our bed. Small improvements which make a difference.

On Monday afternoons, when we can, Bobby & I are going to line dance from 12:00 to 2:00 at this church near us. You know you're getting old when you dance in the afternoon instead of in the evening. and on Wed. morning I'm going to go to Zumba class - well, okay, the class I'm going to is "Zumba 'Gold,' guess I'll admit that gold is on there. But it will still be fun exercise. I'm looking forward to it. And I'm still going to Yoga and enjoy it also.

Are you still with me? You are? Well bless your little heart. You know, you'll never get this time back. Think what you could have accomplished in the time spent reading this. It's not my fault...I warned you. I've read 3 books this year that I really liked, am reading another that I like, but forced myself to finish, after starting, a book that was no good. I can never decide after starting a book I don't like whether to just stop reading it, or to force myself through it. I compare it to having too much food on my plate. Some say you shouldn't waste it by throwing it out, but I think eating it when you're full and don't want it is just as wasteful...you don't enjoy it, you don't need it, it makes you feel bad. So if you "buy" a book, the money is already spent, and you're not enjoying reading it, then it's really a waste of time, time that could be better spent, I guess.

I've done a little Christmas shopping - all the tree gifts for this next Christmas are bought, along with 2 or 3 other items. Movie and lunch with Dub & Linda tomorrow - we're seeing War Horse - the book was pretty good. Bobby and I saw The Artist - it was different - and entertaining.

My next project is to strip the flowered wallpaper off the upstairs hallway - it's got to go, but I have to get motivated to get busy doing that. It probably won't take long once I get started.
Well, I need to let my kind readers (if there are any left) get back to whatever they're doing.
See you next time.

Bunny Mug Dream

Dreams are so darn weird. I can't imagine why this mug appeared in my dream last night, because it's something I hadn't thought of in...well, I really can't say. Since Brian was a small child? And in my dream I was picking things up in the hallway, and one of the things I picked up was this silly mug. Remember this, Mark, Kevin, Brian? I checked it out on ebay, and it sells for $2.00, so if we still had it, we couldn't have cashed it in for big bucks. It was a Nestle's promotion that I sent away for, I believe. And it looked exactly, exactly, exactly like this in my dream.