it all started innocently...

    The nights that I am fighting 'hot flashes' or fever (flu :-[ ) I either stay up late, or end up getting back up. The tossing and turning, throwing blankets off, trying to pull them on tight again, does interrupt Brian's sleep, even though he is sweet and claims it's no big deal and that I can stay in bed if I want to. But that's just rude, from my perspective, when I don't have to get up by a certain time and go someplace, etc.. So I thank the Lord for the internet and throw my blankets on and off while sitting in my chair, without bothering anybody else in the house.
    Last night was such a night. And lately the 'symptoms' have been lasting longer (:-[ ). So it was already 3:30a.m. when I tried to slip into bed. This time he didn't rouse at all. Sigh, 'good!'. I got all snuggled down before slipping my arm around him. Now usually, he kind of sighs in his sleep and backs up closer, while I smile in the dark. And usually lately, he's been wearing a thick shirt to bed, due to the way the cold air in the room bothers his arthritic shoulders. But last night he didn't have a shirt on. And I didn't find that out till I was slipping my arm around him... because instantaneously he was a couple of inches up in the air, making a startled squeaking sound. 
    I could NOT help myself. I started giggling. Uncontrollably. I tried to stop. Honest. But to no avail. "Sorry!! (giggle) I guess my hand really was as cold as it felt."  "HUMPH!" from Brian. (giggle - or two or three). "I thought you would have a shirt on". This low noise emitted from my husband, as he moved even further away and settled back into the bed and blankets. (Giggle. Told you I couldn't stop them!)  As he again made the sound, I realized that I had just woke up the man, who the boys use to fight over not having to wake up, due to how he jumped at being woke up and was all scarey. And I had done so by one small innocent touch of my cold hand. More giggling. Mixed with feelings of guilt. HONEST. And yet I could not stop giggling!
    Should I get back up I wondered? No, he will feel/hear that and get even more annoyed. So I fought ever so hard to stifle my giggles. Believe me when I say that it was not an easy task! Mercy.
   If I end up staying up late again tonight, I shall use the light on my phone to check and see whether or not he has a shirt on, before deciding whether or not I can put my arm around him.
   Brian, I  really  am  sorry!  (yes, I am again fighting the giggles over the whole thing. o:-D)

Christmas wreath

   I've shared with you about how my mother-in-law LOVED to max out decorate for any and every occasion. And I told you about the wreaths I made for dad to put on her grave for spring and fall. I made one in late Nov. for Christmas. Oh did mom like to decorate for Christmas. Even the door knobs on her kitchen cupboards held little ornaments! Their tree was totally green, red and white. Green tree. White lights. And red ornaments. Often three of them, different shapes and sizes, on every single branch!
   So I wanted to keep with those colors for the wreath. Did I want to put bulbs on it? My decision was made after looking for something in the basement and coming across some of the roses I had used for decorating Brent and Kayla's wedding. Those kind of roses could look beautiful on a wreath!
   Amy took me to Hobby Lobby and I went looking/plotting. I bought a large sized wire wreath frame, two ropes of green garland, 5 or 6 pine cones springs, and a couple of bunches of the red roses that have the little white flowers (like baby's breath) attached, and some red and white checked ribbon for a bow.
   At home, I found that if I take the back cushions off of the blue couch and put one on an angle at one end, it gives me the perfect angle at which to have lots of lap room to work, room to spread out my 'supplies' and is set up so I can watch a movie at the same time. :-D
    I was thrilled with how it turned out!!! I had promised to let Amy see it before I took it to Dad's (I had forgot to show her the fall one). Her and her daughters response was very encouraging. Then she paid me the ultimate compliment. She wanted to know how much it would cost for me to make one exactly like it for her mom. She wanted to give it to her as a Christmas gift.
    Her mom too is an 'extreme' decorator. I made it so they could take it with them on Thanksgiving, so her mom could have it hanging all of Dec. if she so chose. Her mom liked it so much, she sent me a thank-you card. (Yes, Amy paid me for it). :->
     This then is a picture of the wreaths (yes, they did turn out exactly alike).
     Benson, thank-you for taking the picture for me!

I want a LARGE sized crockpot!

   By 'LARGE', I mean 18 quart, which is the size of most large roasters. Roasters are nice, don't get me wrong, but they do NOT cook the same way that crock pots do. Thus cooking large batches of soup, or spaghetti sauce, etc. in them does not come out the same as if you had cooked it in a crock-pot.
   I have looked and looked, both in stores and on line, and as far as I can tell, they do not make truly large sized crock-pots. :-[  I want that changed!!!  Therefore, according to and because of, I am starting a letter campaign.
   From the researching I've done, it appears that actual letter campaigns get far greater attention and thus results than petitions do. And  HANDWRITTEN  LETTERS  score at the top, especially when they arrive in bulk.
   Seeings how I really want one, I am taking up the task of heading up such a campaign. The top four crock-pot producing companies are, Rival, Cuisinart, Kitchenaid and Westbend. I would like to target all four. I also plan on letting each know that we are sending the requests to all four. Hopefully, that will incite them to try and be the first one with the new size available on the public market. Hopefully, their big new promo for next Christmas!

    If you too would like to own such a sized crock-pot, will you please join me in my campaign? Via the Post Office, send me four hand written copies of your letter. In them, state that you would like to own such a product (be very specific!). State your name and home address. And include that you would like to have one by next Christmas, to use at your holiday gatherings.
    I will separate the letters into binders and send them to the 'product research and development' departments of all four companies.
   The plan is to send them out before the end of March, so write one copy of your letter every day this week and mail them out to me by Friday!

    PLEASE send this on to any of your relatives and/or friends whom you think might also be interested. The more participants we have, the more likely we are to get paid attention to!

REALLY hoping this works!
Cheryl B.

I'm not including my address right now due to how many 'spam' hits our blog has been getting (3 or 4 a day!). :-[! If you WOULD like to participate, leave me a message requesting it, and if I find evidence that you are legit (as in from a regular blog, or something) I will be happy to send it to you.

Fall 'stuff' ~

    Well hello there :-D  How ya been? How ya gonna be?  Us? Oh, our ever eventful life continues on. As usual, I have many things to share with you. And now that I have the all clear to go ahead, or is that back to?, I will again be sharing things with you. (Don't ask.)
    Seeings how I just finished down loading a slew of pictures off our camera, I decided I should start right up with the blogging. But instead of immediately going back and playing catch-up, I want to share a couple of more recent things with you first.

    First off - our front door on Halloween

     Pict. #519

    I get ever so tired of hearing the doorbell, or pounding on the door, so I put up this type of a sign every year. "Don't Knock.  Don't ring doorbell.  HOLLAR 'Trick or Treat'!"  It is amazing to me how many kids do not 'get' why they are suppose to hollar that! [Come on parents!] Some kids enjoy proving just how loud they can hollar and I'm okay with that. It's all part of their fun on Halloween!

    If you look close, you will see that there is no window or screen in the top part of our screen door. We do that on purpose! That way, it is real easy to just lean out and put treats in kids bags, without missing any kids, or bumping any of them with the door, etc.. The next day, the screen that had been in there, gets replaced with the storm window. After all, the heat is already on in the house anyways.

   We had decided to do Kayla's B-day dinner one Sunday afternoon and chose to do so at the lodge. Yes, it costs a little bit of money. But seeings how we belong to the church, it's really not that much. Besides, we just love the place. The dogs can run around (so can the grand kids when they are here). We can build a fire in the fire place. The adult kids set video games up on the big screen. And yet the place is cozy and nice.
   Seeings how our Kayla is a girlie girl who likes 'special touches', I wanted to decorate the place just a little for fall. But I ran into a challenge, seeings how I had just loaned her most all of my fall stuff, for her brother to use at his wedding. Hummm... I thought and I thought, and I walked around the house thinking, and I scrolled through my fall boards on Pinterest, and came up with 'a plan'.
    I had Amy (remember my 'chauffeur/neighbor' Amy?) take me to the store, where I tried to buy dried beans, etc.. The problem became, they were out of some of the ones I wanted, as was the second store we stopped at. Amy checked a different store a couple of days later and hit the jack pot. THANKS Amy! :->
    The lodge has a old 'side board' that you see the minute you enter the front door. So I wanted to put decoration on there. This is what it looked like -
    pict. # 183

   close up's -     #189 + 190

    For the record, the brown 'cloth' is actually one of Elliot's baby blankets and the multi colored cloths are linen napkins. I had picked up the tall red 'flowers' to use on a wreath, but they just didn't fit. Sure glad they didn't!

    We put two of the white 8 ft. tables side by side to create one large square dining table. The burgundy 'cloth'  bottom layer, is actually a twin size sheet. The top cloth I picked up at Goodwill while I was out with Amy.
       Pict. #184

     close up - #186

    The lodge has neat old plates, which I used for colorful place settings -
    #187

    I had carried all of the beans and some of the other stuff to the lodge, in a picnic basket. I then used that in an arrangement on a small side table.
      #188

    While the red flowers didn't work on the wreath, the rest of the stuff I had picked up for it did! I ended up taking a picture of it out on Benson's car, because the house just had too many shadows that day!  The wreath was the wedding present Brent and Kayla gave her brother and wife as a wedding present. They in turn are doing a certain task for me, that is driving me crazy, but still to much for this 'Ms. Vertigo' to tackle. Double win right there!

      #514

    Speaking of Brent and Kayla, this is a picture of them taken at the lodge that day -
      #398

    It's been good to chat at you again :->

So-o pinteresting

I had mentioned in Tuesday's posting, how browsing pinterest was a good thing to do while being on hold. Turns out it's also a lot of fun to do late at night, while waiting out hot flashes. I have had ever so much fun stumbling across things to pin to my boards.    The other night I had decided to pursue pins for one particular board. I typed that name into the 'search' bar, then once pic's came up, I clicked on 'boards', meaning that I wanted to see boards other people have for that subject matter. I usually look at the main picture as well as the four little pictures underneath, then decide if I think that board might have materials I too might like. Sometimes that methodology works. Other times, not so much. The other night I knew I was going to be up for awhile anyways, so I pretty much just went board by board down the wall.     Things I found both amused and befuddled me. I'd be scrolling down through some peoples boards and start thinking things such as, "really, you like THAT?!?", or, "why in the world would you even pin that?!?". But then on other boards, I'd be smiling my way through and repinning this or that thing I really liked. The big irony that hit me, was that I started noticing that most of the time the boards I didn't like the most, were also the boards that had the highest number of followers. 'Nothing new there I guess, never have been one to follow fads, or be part of the 'in crowd'. I tried to shrug it off and just do that particular board the way I had the others in that 'category' - my way/style. After all, they are 'my' boards. I do so enjoy looking through them over and over again.    But I didn't succeed in fully shaking that felling of disappointment. I'd like to be the owner of boards that has high number of followers. Why is it that I'm always so different?  Same 'ole human feelings that I've struggled with for years. I know that God made me me for a reason. I know that wanting to have high number of followers is a pride issue. I prayed about all of it. I determined with in my mind, to let go and just enjoy pinterest for what it is, a world wide collection of styles and ides, out of which I can set aside the ones that I really like, on what ever board I choose to do so.    The next morning God had an awesome surprise waiting for me. I usually check my emails, then Facebook, before venturing forth into pinterest. The surprise awaited me on Facebook. Abby A. M. had posted this to my wall - "I could seriously look at your pinterest for hours. It's like this huge collection of awesomeness."  And Laurie M. had 'liked' it. My reply back was, "WOW! Thank you ever so much!!! just wow!"

it's been a year...

   It was one year ago this week, that Byron and Elliot moved in. What a year it's been! Sigh. Having your children go through a separation, that's headed to a divorce, is hard! You never want anything to hurt any of your children. No matter their age. No matter if they were born into your little family, or married into it, or arrived as grand children. Sometimes that means that you want to wrap them up in plastic wrap and protect them from 'life'. Other times, the mother bear in you needs reigned in. Oh how you want to hurt those who are hurting yours. Yet you know that's not the right way to feel, let alone act. So you vent to your husband and dear friends. Asking for comfort. Asking to be held accountable. And you pray constantly for strength. And wisdom.
    And you proceed forward. Striving ever so hard, to make sure you dot all your 'i's' and cross all your 't's'. You really don't want to be responsible for adding any fuel to any fire.
    And apologize when you keep going on about something, when you need to 'drop it'. After all, they are adults. While yes, you do have the right (so to speak) to add input and insight,  they  are  adults.  And must make their own decisions. Just like you wanted to be allowed to make your own.
   And you strive ever so diligently (and hard), to let all involved know they ARE loved! Period.
   So it's been quite the year. Man has it. In many ways, a very l-o-n-g year. And this coming year shall be too.
   And of course, that's not the only struggles we've had this past year. And I know this coming year shall hold struggles else where in our lives as well. That is after all, 'life'.
   'Lord, thank-you for your never wavering love for us! Thank-you for being my strength. Sure couldn't keep going on my own! Thank-you for being in charge of all of the 'details'. Help me to remember it really is 'your will not mine' that I want. I really do! It's just hard to keep in focus at times. And thank-you for these kids. All of them. I am so-o blessed!'

Smiles amongst 'details'

   Some of you might remember way back HERE, when I told you about getting our new trash and recycling carts. Recently, we had received notification that the city was 'upgrading' their cart program. They were completely doing away with the city garbage bags. EVERY body is suppose to call and request a rolling bin. Yes, each sized bin still has a different cost to it, but instead of paying for service a year in advance, you 'pay as you dump'. Which is kind of false, seeings how you have to go on line and put money on your account, before they will start dumping your cart.  Any-ways, if you don't put your cart out to get dumped one week, you won't be charged for service that week. So in the winter, when smells will be frozen, if the cart's only half full, we won't bother wrestling it through the piles of white precipitation stuff, to get it out that week.
    When we were notified about the coming of this change, it said that those who already have carts, will be receiving a letter containing their new account number and pass word. I kept an eye out for it, but it never arrived. Then last week, our emptied trash bin had an orange 'flyer' sticking out of it, stating that if we did not activate our account, they would no longer be dumping our cart. The 'flyer' gave both an on line address and a phone number.
    I tried the online address first. Couldn't activate anything. Bother! So I dialed the phone number. The recording asked me to please hold, and let me know that I was "position number 24 in cue". Then the music started. Then the recording came back with an update on my position. Sometimes it seemed I was moving forwards. Other times, nothing had changed. "But if I hang up, it will be this way the next time I try too" I told myself.
   Deep breath. 'I can be on hold and still browse pinterest...'  O:-D
   Once I was connected to a human, he answered my comment about how busy they must be, by telling me they had moved 9 people into the phone bank. Thankfully, he was a very nice, even humerus man. And he tried ever so hard, but he couldn't access our account either! He tried via our address. He tried via our name. He had me walk outside and read the code off of our cart to him. That didn't help at all. He said that he couldn't find any history of cart pick up at that address of that street. I suggested that maybe it's under this other street name. "Which street do you live on?!?" he asked. 'The first one, but our trash is picked up in the alley, which runs next to our house and the alley has a street name'. "Oh". "Nope, not finding it listed on there either". "This is most befuddling". I agreed!
    He let me go, reassuring me that he would make sure this was looked into, that he would call back if they had any further questions, and they would let me know when it was all sorted out so I could again try accessing my account. "Thank-you". "No, thank-you for being patient and even fun to talk to" he replied. I smiled.
    That day I felt like one of my sons. I never left a room with out taking the phone with me. But they never called. They didn't call the next day either, which was a Friday. 'Okay then... we'll see if this gets straightened out before next trash day' I told myself.
    I found this message in my email inbox when I got on line Sat. evening -
"Hi—

I just wanted to let you know that we will be sending you a new refuse cart in the next 3 business days because the cart that you currently have is not ready for the new Pay as You Throw Program.  We will be picking up your old cart on a service day sometime after that.  If you could please have your old cart empty and out on the curb on your service days that would help us a lot.  Thanks so much and let us know if you have any questions."  It had been sent by a lady. Well, he did pass the information on and it did get handled', 'Thank-you' I mentally said.

    Then I got to thinking about it. 'I really should send them a thank-you reply'. So I did. This is what I sent -

"Hi        :->
   Thank-you for looking into and rectifying our situation! We shall be watching for the arrival of our new cart, then transfer our trash into it and put the old cart out on trash days to be picked up. Kind of sad, I found that old cart to be such an aid(!).. I so enjoyed being able to just fill it up when I went on one of my cleaning sprees. It's almost like letting go of a beloved toy of my adulthood...

chuckling... 
    Thanks again!!!
Cheryl B.

      At 8:00 a.m. Monday morning, she sent this back -

"Too funny! Have a great week!"

'Lord, thank-you for prompting me to start her week with a smile'.