tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21604990663721271982024-03-07T04:04:47.447-05:00Corgi Dog News...musings of a menopausal dog mama.^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.comBlogger466125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-41865833052416471412015-07-07T19:29:00.001-04:002015-07-07T19:29:10.887-04:00Summer is flying by...How can it be the second week in July already? The summer season is on fast forward it seems. We've had weeks of rain, and flooding, and now mosquitoes are eating us up. The firework display is history, raspberries are coming on in the backyard and so are the green beans. Nice little additions to our meals.<br />
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Hollyhocks with white, burgandy, magenta, pink and yellow blooms are nearly eight feet high. The potato plants are nearly two feet high. The tomato plants are the biggest I've ever grown, and seem to have outgrown the raised bed. Zucchinis are the size of dill pickles. Rain and heat makes them happy I guess. More so for them than us. We...no likee because it breeds bugs. Ugh!<br />
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The corgi girls like to listen to the birds, and roll in the grass. They bite into the yard pulling up grass. Does this mean they are lacking vitamins in their diet, or just being naughty? Hmmm. Dixie snaps at wasps, and mosquitoes cover poor old blind Addie's eyes.<br />
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We haven't had a backyard fire yet to roast hotdogs. It's on the list though. I checked the country roads to find out the status of the elderberries. Late August that juicy deep purple should come making the berries ready for pie or jam. Soon the blueberries, and blackberries will be ready in Indiana. A good time for all. Love watching the hummers, and listening to the night sounds on a summer night. That includes the whine of scooters and motorcycles, the yelp of kids jumping into inflatable backyard pools, and the hum of mowers.<br />
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<br />^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-24596915781726819742015-05-21T10:56:00.000-04:002015-05-21T10:57:48.233-04:00~Garden Therapy at Corgi Cottage~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmyoIcawRkWSuYkkttTPUUKhCnxsERlTnE_v0PZNIvRsb05yNKp0qIAMI4v2uD_RgimoTOduHeNX5mSLV3LuXMOw8RMuWKWklXhlnAut6uMDEciVx6tSBKPBwk3aGmpYTGgc3GkEsGcgvA/s1600/corgi+cottage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="116" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmyoIcawRkWSuYkkttTPUUKhCnxsERlTnE_v0PZNIvRsb05yNKp0qIAMI4v2uD_RgimoTOduHeNX5mSLV3LuXMOw8RMuWKWklXhlnAut6uMDEciVx6tSBKPBwk3aGmpYTGgc3GkEsGcgvA/s200/corgi+cottage.jpg" width="200" /></a>'Tis the season of the year when gardeners delight in bending over, pulling weeds, digging holes and dragging manure and mulch across the yard. Sore muscles make us smile because we can see what we're accomplishing. Our efforts pay off big time and that in itself is therapy following a long winter's nap.<br />
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My hubby cringes during the month of May, and his vocabulary becomes more colorful let us say. He's pretty grouchy. He doesn't have the green thumb but he has the height, and muscle, necessary to do the grunt work sometimes.<br />
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He made this raised bed for me last May due to being married to an arthritic whiner. It works great, and the design is lovely and so well built.<br />
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Of course there's a corgi theme going on here. The rocks were all gathered from local fields. Jim always says he's not coming to get me out of jail if I get arrested for gathering rocks. I tell him that I'm doing the farmers a service.</div>
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My two kids put this arbor together on Mother's Day weekend in 1993. It came along when we moved to small town USA. Kentucky wisteria on the left, and red climber roses on the right. Morning glories grow later in the season adding a touch of navy blue.</div>
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The month of May and June, for me, are the happiest months. Most of my days are spent outside if I'm not doing my receptionist gig at the large nursing facility six minutes away. We have a covered deck out back and watch hummers, butterflies, listen to cooing doves and just chill. Garden therapy indeed. I hope that you, where ever you are, are blessed as well, in having your own little respite hideaway. God meant for us to be calm, and enjoy His beauty.^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-174657546735617502015-04-25T14:25:00.000-04:002015-04-25T14:25:20.742-04:00Mama Sez....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our mother turned 98 on April 4th this year. On December 4th, she suffered a massive stroke, wiping out her left side, and her old self was gone forever. She was always an optimist. She always saw the best in everyone. She was the encourager, listener, and sweet. She had the heart of a lion however. She once crawled out on a semi-frozen river, on the fast moving current side, to rescue our family dog who had broken through. She slid out on her belly and somehow was able to drag out a nearly fifty pound cocker-collie mix. It had to be the guardian angels that aided her that day.</div>
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During WW2 she was actively involved in many things as most young women were at the time. They traveled everywhere by train with girlfriends, held jobs that today would require college degrees, and were strong, independent women. She met dad in 1939 but they didn't marry until 1946. They wrote letters all during the war; most of their courtship aided by the mailman. He died in 1971, and the date on their headstone will have to be cut out to be updated to 20--.</div>
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Mom wasn't cranky. She was positive and giving to her three children. Each of her eight grand kids were treated special when they spent the night with her. Each had their favorite food served on Saturday morning, in front of the tv, cartoons galore. One loved mush, another like egg sandwiches cut into fours. My daughter sat on the kitchen counter as her Gram made french crepes, just for her. She will have ten great grands by August. They all call her GG.</div>
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These days mom is in the nursing home, and once in a blue moon will recognize us. Mostly she's quiet, but some days she talks about bits and pieces of things that her mind can latch onto. It doesn't make much sense. But...she can still get the ornery look on her face, and laugh. We just don't know what it's about.</div>
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Mom kept her opinions to herself for the most part. We all made mistakes along the way. We're all in our sixties now, so ups and downs have happened in our lives. She would have to be really overwrought if she did speak up. Darn if she wasn't right most of the time. Why we didn't listen to her as she gently tried to help us see things another way, I don't know. She never said I told you so. She didn't have to be right...she just wanted us happy.</div>
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I find her face sometimes when I look into the mirror. I will say, "oh fiddle" and other mom isms. I smile when I drive, and keep one on my face when out in public. This is how she lived. I miss sharing a mug of hot tea, and discussing a new novel with her. We made lemon pie together several times a year, and both liked it tart. She's still here, but she isn't. </div>
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The clock is ticking. I'm so grateful though to have been able to be drawn closer to her since December. I had just asked God to help me get closer to her again...never knowing this would be the way to do so. It's been a gift and a cross at the same time. My brothers feel the same. She wanted us all to be closer again, and her illness has done that. In essence, I guess, every one's prayers have been answered.</div>
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I've been writing out a honey do list for myself as far as household and yard chores to get done. Once the sun starts shining again, the dinge of winter really shows up.<br />
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Addie our achy gimpy 13 year old corgi wants to be outside more. The town smells like manure, another spring ritual here. The barns are cleaned out and the "stuff" gets spread. Stinky, but another true sign that it's really becoming SpRiNg.<br />
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Are you out there still? Spring is showing its pretty face this morning and I feel as if we're shaking off that dark, dreary winter (of discontent).<br />
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Life marches on, and via Facebook, some of us have kept in touch. Corgis, books, zany thoughts are still part of life here in Small town USA. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">Jim and I are still cheering each other on. (He did not recognize us in the "yearbooked" photo that I went online and created.)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Addie is 13, blind with cataracts, and full of tumors. We focus on making her comfy and happy. Dixie is a bundle of pep and joy, which truly, honks Addie off.<br /></td></tr>
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The corgi girls have slept through winter, and they too, are beginning to wake up. We are looking forward to being outside, working in the flower beds, soaking in the sunshine.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> The grandkids are taller. Now 8 and soon to be 4. </span><span style="font-size: small;">Growing up too fast, but thanks to FB, we see pics as they are posted and can see what happens in their daily lives a little. Sometimes we skype or facetime, but not often enough....yet.<br /><br /><br />I'm working part-time as a relief receptionist and go on outings with the residents on Friday and Saturday nights at the retirement home about six minutes from our home. My mom is a current resident there in health care.<br /><br /><br /><br />We dream of travel again, but for now we're working until retirement age. Thankfully everything is paid off, which is freeing, but the glory days of rv'ing is a happy memory....<i>for now!</i><br /><br />Hope to get reconnected with my bloggie pals. Bless you and hope that all is well in your corner of the world.<br /><br /></span></td></tr>
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^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-83039509614485504272012-11-04T14:20:00.000-05:002012-11-04T14:20:07.529-05:00Poopie, doopie, doo... <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We all have our own idea of heaven. Not particularly what heaven is like once our journey on earth is over...but our dreamy idea of what we think heavenly delight is here on earth.
I do believe...other than being surrounded by grandchildren that don't live 700 miles away...this, would be mine. Ahhh, surrounded by corgis......
I cannot believe that lil' Emmy Lulu is old enough to be getting her kindergarten photo taken. School pictures have come a l-o-n-g way since my day back in 1957, and my kid's pics in '80-'81.
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Living so far from the grands, and then seeing this photo, I realize just how much we have missed of their lives. It burns my butt. We get one go round, and I'm not happy missing out on so much.
Granted, living closer could make the "big kids" uncomfortable...but, a nearby town...close enough to babysit, share holidays, being able to see them more than once or twice a year would be delightful.
When we were rv'ing, we were able to see more of the kids, and be housed in a campground nearby. We could do our thing, and visit, and then go away. Perfect for everyone. We hope, and pray we'll be able to do that again, now that we're on the wrong side of 60. Retirement can't come fast enough. Will it ever happen? Sigh, we're wondering.
Surely there is a money tree we can shake to make this happen.
Why the heck do we have to be old and gray and bent and spent before we can retire and live, live, live? The last of my hormones must be kickin' in. It ain't pretty is it? Grrr, hear me roar!??
^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-56803577415329913112012-10-13T16:05:00.000-04:002012-10-13T16:05:40.185-04:00Fall Rites<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There's just something special about Fall. The smells, the sounds, the sights of it just evokes so many memories, all pleasant. Well, except for that necessary raking, raking, raking.
Overall, the sunshine on colored leaves, those impossibly blue skies, and the crisp air is enjoyable for all. People pull out their soup and cobbler recipes. Crock pots get the dust blown off them. Jackets and long sleeved clothing that we haven't thought of for months, feel oh so good to put on! Socks and flannel and afghans are pulled out of bottom drawers!
Today just seemed like the perfect day to pull out the portable fire pit on wheels from the garden shed and use up that nice dry wood from 2009, leftover from our RV'ing days. Boy! Did it burn fast! The corgi girls sat at our feet as we encircled the warmth. Later, we brought out the hot dogs and enjoyed them as we gazed into the glowing coals. The day was overcast and cool. All the right elements for the rites of Fall.^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-75224594186870413502012-05-31T22:12:00.000-04:002012-05-31T22:12:06.525-04:00Sometimes the truth hurts...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I miss being frisky, and having energy, and feeling peppy. Inside my head, I'm 22, but the mirror shows the ugly truth. Young people today seem to know and go for what they want, rather than float and play their youth away.
Life is a pretty bumpy ride. Hearts get broken, we suffer loss and betrayal. When we're a fresh-faced seventeen year old, we think we can plan our life path with few broken sidewalks. We don't listen to the seasoned ones who have already ventured down life's road and survived.
Teendom into twentydom is lah-lah land. Thirtydom is when reality sort of hits. By forty, you're either starting over with new vim and vigor or plodding along wishing life was better and different. Fiftyhood is when freedom comes back, and we locate old friends again, and if lucky find ourselves again as well. Sixty is even more so. I
feel less guilt now. The clock is ticking, and with that knowledge, one begins thinking about that bucket list, and actually doing a few things on it. <i>If not now, when?
<i>Each decade has its joys and sorrows. Out of them all, my thirties was the least happy time. How about you?
Reflect a minute, replay the pages of your life, and give it a grade. When I do this, I feel more grateful.
I also shake my head in wonder and say to myself, "what...was I thinking". It's so obvious that God has been in our lives during those ups and downs. The right people have come into our lives just at the right time. We've crossed paths with others, and learned lessons, painful and healthy. We learn that family truly IS everything.
Life truly is a journey. It can always begin anew. There's always time to change. There's always hope. The blessings are out there, and have always been part of our days.
Isn't that wonderful?
</i>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-22667684121503079272012-05-19T12:02:00.000-04:002012-05-19T12:02:00.620-04:00The New Kid...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On Saturday, April 21st, we met up with Monica (better known as Classy Chassy) in Kalamazoo for a meet and greet at a Cracker Barrel with her and her little dog too. Dixie Doodles needed a new home. We needed a new corgi. We lost of beloved Jake one week shy of his twelth birthday the end of March. We had a hole to fill, and Monica needed to find a home for a corgi. Dixie is well trained and was much loved by Monica. It wasn't easy for her to part with her. Sometimes though,
L-I-F-E gets in the way and changes have to be made. Because Dixie was much loved, Monica made the tough decision to let her go because she knew that Dixie wasn't getting the life she needed at the time. She offered, and by golly we jumped to get the little girl in Michigan.
Now, nearly a month later I'm so glad that we did. Dixie is such a little sweetie. She'll be six on Father's Day, but she seems like a pup. She's bouncy, kooky, silly and extremely lovable. Addie seemed to accept her right away. Addie is stiff and old and grouchy, but seems perkier, and is wrestling again with the new kid inhouse. She needs a buddy, and now that she is with Dixie, I realize just how much she must miss Jake.
Thank you Monica for sharing your heart and little princess with us. We'll love her and treat her right.
She's filled our house with pep and love again. The little dickens.^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-89461540755764106392012-04-13T21:17:00.001-04:002012-04-13T21:18:57.316-04:00Simple and true...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDr8rEl6tX7HoWhyRjjjVqhqOqon196MCnInEMD4q90uqgO9L7sdMpr1pDgck0zL3fnqX9mwTfGY3iCBvK4kLMn8v8CoZ24EBTx3LsMg9pA7Z6mdxlfu1aODquysvwRlhgvJpv9HrbBhTy/s1600/dogs+love.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDr8rEl6tX7HoWhyRjjjVqhqOqon196MCnInEMD4q90uqgO9L7sdMpr1pDgck0zL3fnqX9mwTfGY3iCBvK4kLMn8v8CoZ24EBTx3LsMg9pA7Z6mdxlfu1aODquysvwRlhgvJpv9HrbBhTy/s320/dogs+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731059516298043602" /></a>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-19274048554924868302012-03-31T20:36:00.002-04:002012-03-31T20:37:11.031-04:00So easy to share one of these...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO5XnVY2kGzNiEIT-488EpsE96cOZ7ti7efF8AJ9XNAWkLkIcYWu7K3nLBlrsFi3ZrUGlcefBMehtTAJ8aBwS-QNa8DBl5WSKf9-cdBTlBvfhsm5dR-1F-H1X6iqNuM9eljcfFio8HLLFo/s1600/reasons+to+smile.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO5XnVY2kGzNiEIT-488EpsE96cOZ7ti7efF8AJ9XNAWkLkIcYWu7K3nLBlrsFi3ZrUGlcefBMehtTAJ8aBwS-QNa8DBl5WSKf9-cdBTlBvfhsm5dR-1F-H1X6iqNuM9eljcfFio8HLLFo/s200/reasons+to+smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726224701152680866" /></a>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-28101917538710371352012-03-30T09:54:00.004-04:002012-03-30T10:04:08.188-04:00Kid fix coming...Jim's son and family (including two grandsons) will spend Easter week with us. They currently live in North Carolina. My daughter and family (including Emmy Lulu and lil' Liam) will spend the first week of June here. Needless to say, we are both tickled pink. So is the local motel as they'll have a booming business during the kids' stay. Our tiny little abode, all 720 square feet of it, was made for two. Oh, and there is room for a corgi or two.<br /><br />Speaking of corgis; we've nearly made it through week one without Jake. Addie is adjusting and she and I take a walk around the block each day. I count out five little biskeys to give to her daily. Her food intake is being cut back. She will be going in for a through health check-up next week. Jim says we can't lose another one...at least yet. So, we are actively taking preventive measures.<br /><br />Jake's grave is encircled with field stones and has a bronze corgi garden statue. We added a solar light which glows during the night. It's lit when I take Addie out for her last potty of the night...and it grabs me by the throat when I see it. It says to me..."I'm here mama...all is well". I say hello each day, and tell him I love and miss him. Our hearts are broken, but we'll survive.<br /><br />Darn little dogs...they just don't live long enough, do they? But...they give us all they have while here. Bless 'em.^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-42711819766048478402012-03-24T15:20:00.005-04:002012-03-24T15:27:38.548-04:00Jakie Joe...March 31, 2000-March 24, 2012.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiR5ccHR9AoeLRJy1f10qELKRbhfGU3TVKJEibCacjTZDSGtTiYQJ-HDoYicQER5pkYQd0iDPvJzpN1qATLlOsQ5uDbO1nygRKmxjYjZuD_u5f5fsp3JFsUgzkkN-YXITmMm565cspdh4/s1600/jakeyboy+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 63px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiR5ccHR9AoeLRJy1f10qELKRbhfGU3TVKJEibCacjTZDSGtTiYQJ-HDoYicQER5pkYQd0iDPvJzpN1qATLlOsQ5uDbO1nygRKmxjYjZuD_u5f5fsp3JFsUgzkkN-YXITmMm565cspdh4/s200/jakeyboy+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723546434684665314" /></a> We lost our corgi boy today. Jake was one week shy of twelve years of age. He was the sweetest, best tempered, happiest boy I've ever known. We were blessed to have had the joy of being in his life. He enriched our days and made us family. Jake, the boy corgi. My first corgi, and the bestest ever.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPnknO1SiUWAPCfL3vbH74cuDjtImFmTxZvG3QjAHglEwu8lj_aQLPH6Kr-_8xcUhjV4yDRAKh_hA5AaQUrAilWGXk0LWed0K9eLLO1pqTmZw6HJJhWxe0aJ7r3w7d3VycHDstD6hOowY/s1600/our+good+boy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPnknO1SiUWAPCfL3vbH74cuDjtImFmTxZvG3QjAHglEwu8lj_aQLPH6Kr-_8xcUhjV4yDRAKh_hA5AaQUrAilWGXk0LWed0K9eLLO1pqTmZw6HJJhWxe0aJ7r3w7d3VycHDstD6hOowY/s200/our+good+boy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723546101380947250" /></a>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-57031088664303134942012-03-23T08:03:00.006-04:002012-03-23T08:08:45.539-04:00Words to the wise...It doesn't matter what kind of day you're having...it doesn't matter if people have been unkind....or if the boss yells.....or if you hit nothing but red lights on the way to work....small gifts come in a puffy cloud, a child's giggle...an unexpected note from a friend....or no waiting at the drive-thru when your heart is going pitter pat for a needed cup of joe...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5z-6w_qxQEPLYjOSR8vrV4dWQDGhhzSGZvrRapAeAMEAcTKHATz8YpfsSAaCnoWF4sH2qCT5ggM5WwPx2iv-PtTLtFeHHXXHnBixv0utZ6SHkhww1nVyq_Oeqo6U7EgB-MF5qYSYXsxG/s1600/be+thankful+sign.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5z-6w_qxQEPLYjOSR8vrV4dWQDGhhzSGZvrRapAeAMEAcTKHATz8YpfsSAaCnoWF4sH2qCT5ggM5WwPx2iv-PtTLtFeHHXXHnBixv0utZ6SHkhww1nVyq_Oeqo6U7EgB-MF5qYSYXsxG/s320/be+thankful+sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723062939001437762" /></a>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-11817625331825666002012-03-11T16:26:00.004-04:002012-03-11T16:33:11.102-04:00Glorious!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6drxAGl8-UlzxZlUbKVSBthS10o0GFbN0MeQ_ZksaI1u-F7I1bRI8rrRlDIMv3XkNnG8PCwgwO5ebuYRi-p98g1Xuv5hhsZeMKz5iN4YN7dy5Q28u5JfPtMoFGxoo7RxVgUgd8-8jrGmV/s1600/sunshine.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6drxAGl8-UlzxZlUbKVSBthS10o0GFbN0MeQ_ZksaI1u-F7I1bRI8rrRlDIMv3XkNnG8PCwgwO5ebuYRi-p98g1Xuv5hhsZeMKz5iN4YN7dy5Q28u5JfPtMoFGxoo7RxVgUgd8-8jrGmV/s200/sunshine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718739595305644610" /></a><br />What glorious weather we have in northeast Indiana. It's 68 today. Motorcycles, walkers, dog people, and baseball players are out and about enjoying the day.<br /> I gathered up my white vinegar and paper towels and attacked the windows. Winter left its dinge and dullness on them, but now they shine. <br />The corgis had fun sniffing in the woods behind the high school earlier this afternoon, and running free. The robins are fat, and the birdhouses in the back yard are filling up with new nesters.<br />I hope, that wherever you are, your world is shiny and bright too this Sunday.^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-53652060252991520632012-03-07T19:52:00.002-05:002012-03-07T19:53:45.241-05:00Ummm...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjgNgx3ciN_Pr5prRthyYI6t8dpzG54a52tec_Y_yP10GJD8BeAHO5U4QxRxcf3GPQ410EgkJ7hkiKQn0AsfFACMszSEbCfIelhVHl748to5YyQySv3cEBvJJqUpmJvCLovq8jQKQpAtk/s1600/image003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXjgNgx3ciN_Pr5prRthyYI6t8dpzG54a52tec_Y_yP10GJD8BeAHO5U4QxRxcf3GPQ410EgkJ7hkiKQn0AsfFACMszSEbCfIelhVHl748to5YyQySv3cEBvJJqUpmJvCLovq8jQKQpAtk/s200/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717322831347271890" /></a><br /><em>Somehow...I don't think that "no, no, bad dog" would cover this one...do you?</em>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-35134781533203887042012-03-02T06:40:00.004-05:002012-03-02T06:45:09.064-05:00Senior Discounts Galore! Finally...a perk for getting older!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_C54uo_KXA418snKMb-rNuu6V0dfEbcmj6bJUs8tl2p7g__T3su_ALYwk45X-g35q2rmZRfwDx_SXvXYN_XxZ6jhggEmCgFx33tfFyIbe8PGN3sNeNirYHarFCgx-gDnw39NRMz77vdcS/s1600/Old_Couple.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_C54uo_KXA418snKMb-rNuu6V0dfEbcmj6bJUs8tl2p7g__T3su_ALYwk45X-g35q2rmZRfwDx_SXvXYN_XxZ6jhggEmCgFx33tfFyIbe8PGN3sNeNirYHarFCgx-gDnw39NRMz77vdcS/s200/Old_Couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715264185525391474" /></a><br />Applebee’s: 15% off with Golden Apple Card (60+) <br />Arby’s: 10% off (55+) <br />Ben & Jerry’s: 10% off (60+) <br />Bennigan’s: discount varies by location <br />Bob’s Big Boy: discount varies by location (60+) <br />Boston Market: 10% off (65+) <br />Burger King: 10% off (60+) <br />Captain D’s Seafood: discount varies on location (62+) <br />Chick-Fil-A: 10% off or free small drink or coffee (55+) <br />Chili’s: 10% off (55+) <br />CiCi’s Pizza: 10% off (60+) <br />Culver’s: 10% off (60+) <br />Denny’s: 10% off, 20% off for AARP members (55+) <br />Dunkin’ Donuts: 10% off or free coffee (55+) <br />Einstein’s Bagels: 10% off baker’s dozen of bagels (60+) <br />Fuddrucker’s: 10% off any senior pla tter (55+) <br />Gatti’s Pizza: 10% off (60+) <br />Golden Corral: 10% off (60+) <br />Hardee’s: $0.33 beverages everyday (65+) <br />IHOP: 10% off (55+) <br />Jack in the Box: up to 20% off (55+) <br />KFC: free small drink with any meal (55+) <br />Krispy Kreme: 10% off (50+) <br />Long John Silver’s: various discounts at participating locations (55+) <br />McDonald’s: discounts on coffee everyday (55+) <br />Mrs. Fields: 10% off at participating locations (60+) <br />Shoney’s: 10% off <br />Sonic: 10% off or free beverage (60+) <br />Steak ‘n Shake: 10% off every Monday & Tuesday (50+) <br />Subway: 10% off (60+) <br />Sweet Tomatoes: 10% off (62+) <br />Taco Bell: 5% off; free beverages for seniors (65+) <br />TCBY: 10% off (55+) <br />Tea Room Cafe: 10% off (50+) <br />Village Inn: 10% off (60+) <br />Waffle House: 10% off every Monday (60+) <br />Wendy’s: 10% off (55+) <br />White Castle: 10% off (62+) <br /><br />Retail And Apparel <br />Banana Republic: 10% off (50+) <br />Bealls: 20% off first Tuesday of each month (50+) <br />Belk’s: 15% off first Tuesday of every month (55+) <br />Big Lots: 10% off <br />Bon-Ton Department Stores: 15% off on senior discount days (55+) <br />C.J. Banks: 10% off every Wednesday (60+) <br />Clarks: 10% off (62+) <br />Dress Barn: 10% off (55+) <br />Goodwill: 10% off one day a week (date varies by location) <br />Hallmark: 10% off one day a week (date varies by location) <br />Kmart: 20% off (50+) <br />Kohl’s: 15% off (60+) <br />Modell’s Sporting Goods: 10% off <br />Rite Aid: 10% off on Tuesdays & 10% off prescriptions <br />Ross Stores: 10% off every Tuesday (55+) <br />The Salvation Army Thrift Stores: up to 50% off (55+) <br />Stein Mart: 20% off red dot/clearance items first Monday of every month (55+) <br /><br />Grocery <br />Albertson’s: 10% off first Wednesday of each month (55+) <br />American Discount Stores: 10% off every Monday (50+) <br />Compare Foods Supermarket: 10% off every Wednesday (60+) <br />DeCicco Family Markets: 5% off every Wednesday (60+) <br />Food Lion: 6% off every Monday (60+) <br />Fry’s Supermarket: free Fry’s VIP Club Membership & 10% off every Monday (55+) <br />Great Valu Food Store: 5% off every Tuesday (60+) <br />Gristedes Supermarket: 10% off every Tuesday (60+) <br />Harris Teeter: 5% off every Tuesday (60+) <br />Hy-Vee: 5% off one day a week (date varies by location) <br />Kroger: 10% off (date varies by location) <br />Morton Williams Supermarket: 5% off every Tuesday (60+) <br />The Plant Shed: 10% off every Tuesday (50+) <br />Publix: 5% off every Wednesday (55+) <br />Rogers Market pla ce: 5% off every Thursday (60+) <br />Uncle Guiseppe’s Market pla ce: 5% off (62+) <br /><br />Travel <br />Alaska Airlines: 10% off (65+) <br />Alamo: up to 25% off for AARP members <br />American Airlines: various discounts for 65 and up (call before booking for discount) <br />Amtrak: 15% off (62+) <br />Avis: up to 25% off for AARP members <br />Best Western: 10% off (55+) <br />Budget Rental Cars: 10% off; up to 20% off for AARP members (50+) <br />Cambria Suites: 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Clarion: 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Comfort Inn: 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Comfort Suites: 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Continental Airlines: no initiation fee for Continental Presidents Club & special fares for select destinations <br />Dollar Rent-A-Car: 10% off (50+) <br />Econo Lodge: 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Enterprise Rent-A-Car: 5% off for AARP members <br />Greyhound: 5% off (62+) <br />Hampton Inns & Suites: 10% off when booked 72 hours in advance <br />Hertz: up to 25% off for AARP members <br />Holiday Inn: 10%-30% off depending on location (62+) <br />Hyatt Hotels: 25%-50% off (62+) <br />InterContinental Hotels Group: various discounts at all hotels (65+) <br />Mainstay Suites: 10% off with Mature Traveler’s Discount (50+); 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Marriott Hotels: 15% off (62+) <br />Motel 6: 10% off (60+) <br />Myrtle Beach Resort: 10% off (55+) <br />National Rent-A-Car: up to 30% off for AARP members <br />Quality Inn: 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Rodeway Inn: 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Sleep Inn: 20%-30% off (60+) <br />Southwest Airlines: various discounts for ages 65 and up (call before booking for discount) <br />Trailways Transportation System: various discounts for ages 50 and up <br />United Airlines: various discounts for ages 65 and up (call before booking for discount) <br />U.S. Airways: various discounts for ages 65 and up (call before booking for discount) <br /><br />Activities And Entertainment <br />AMC Theaters: up to 30% off (55+) <br />Bally Total Fitness: up to $100 off memberships (62+) <br />Busch Gardens Tampa: $3 off one-day tickets (50+) <br />Carmike Cinemas: 35% off (65+) <br />Cinemark/Century Theaters: up to 35% off <br />U.S. National Parks: $10 lifetime pass; 50% off additional services including camping (62+) <br />Regal Cinemas: 30% off <br />Ripley’s Believe it or Not: @ off one-day ticket (55+) <br />SeaWorld Orlando: $3 off one-day tickets (50+) <br /><br />Cell Phone Discounts <br />AT&T: Special Senior Nation 200 Plan $29.99/month (65+) <br />Jitterbug: $10/month cell phone service (50+) <br />Verizon Wireless: Verizon Nationwide 65 Plus Plan $29.99/month (65+).<br /><br />Miscellaneous <br />Great Clips: $3 off hair cuts (60+) <br />Super Cuts: $2 off haircuts (60+)^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-52493550759391808952012-02-29T21:34:00.008-05:002012-02-29T21:48:43.547-05:00Word for the day...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiM5UT17nuPhoD-WO8YnpYAYAAVamYLCtoubSBYCEGiu8pqCKqOT3NI48gGFpYhKajYJWcZ5qyVUdjj124CtjiMvSkYqgwEO7qEsktx7Y1a5bDfUi017bIMdWFRymqY2V9p-WssnBxE2fF/s1600/1typewrite002.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiM5UT17nuPhoD-WO8YnpYAYAAVamYLCtoubSBYCEGiu8pqCKqOT3NI48gGFpYhKajYJWcZ5qyVUdjj124CtjiMvSkYqgwEO7qEsktx7Y1a5bDfUi017bIMdWFRymqY2V9p-WssnBxE2fF/s200/1typewrite002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714754757259621378" /></a><br /><strong>POLLY-FOXING</strong>...Sounds naughty, doesn't it? <br />This word appears on page 102 in Gene Stratton Porter's book, <strong>Daughter of the Land</strong>, copyright 1918.<br />It means to do something with hesitancy.<br />(I probably should have <em>polly-foxed</em> before making this post!)<br />Happy Hump Day and welcome March tomorrow!^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-71409442851282452552012-02-24T11:10:00.002-05:002012-02-24T11:11:05.618-05:00Honest Abe was a smart fella...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoB0I3yo759lvQFoAldlAcwmELficzL5_Vxr93gldpFRrxxstqMKA2ZSm7uNwSl3swd9LW3oG3oUIpEM8ocEgSxkVID89LcebphdNc-E01ghgXVMQX2EU7EIfSeOms1TYztEmx2bTVjc3/s1600/honest+abe+says.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoB0I3yo759lvQFoAldlAcwmELficzL5_Vxr93gldpFRrxxstqMKA2ZSm7uNwSl3swd9LW3oG3oUIpEM8ocEgSxkVID89LcebphdNc-E01ghgXVMQX2EU7EIfSeOms1TYztEmx2bTVjc3/s320/honest+abe+says.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712735376218515042" /></a>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-67411139774224004202012-02-15T15:15:00.002-05:002012-02-15T15:16:53.919-05:00Seasonal Crafts from the trusty ol' Farmer's Almanac!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsnUvYvYjHfmFS1_yrw-jT27bKtIWgw1HCrsu6sG6C3W3Zm6VNyFPqSja2er6JV_x8jh4-Qipst_VhrN6r0F0ivAiAq3W16Pu5c67Sqhdh0mduyf5zf_aFhtJl20ukc5NP0Luw1XGBt_6/s1600/1940s-little-wife.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdsnUvYvYjHfmFS1_yrw-jT27bKtIWgw1HCrsu6sG6C3W3Zm6VNyFPqSja2er6JV_x8jh4-Qipst_VhrN6r0F0ivAiAq3W16Pu5c67Sqhdh0mduyf5zf_aFhtJl20ukc5NP0Luw1XGBt_6/s200/1940s-little-wife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709458936675133618" /></a><br />Here's how to make homemade note cards using potatoes; you can also make journal or book covers, checkbook covers, and wrapping paper! <br /><br />Potato Art<br /><br />In these days of e-mail, faxes, and texting, communication may be instant, but not necessarily thoughtful. These potato-printed cards are easy and fun, and something that the children can do with you, too. <br /><br />First, you'll need a few potatoes, white or colored note-card paper, and paint (poster paint, acrylic paint, or water-based inks). <br /><br />Cut a large, clean potato in half. Put one half in a plastic bag while you work on the other half. <br />Dry the surface with a paper towel then use a paring knife to cut out a relief design, cutting down about 1/4 inch (try heart shapes for Valentines). Dry off any excess moisture. <br />Dip the potato in a shallow dish of the paint. Test the design on a piece of paper before printing on your cards. <br />Try using different designs and colors on the same card. <br />A potato stamp can be kept for several days wrapped in plastic and refrigerated. <br /><br />Text borrowed from F.A. I love that website!^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-15771167787926389462012-02-13T18:23:00.003-05:002012-02-13T18:25:37.573-05:00THIS IS WHAT CUPID CAN BRING THIS YEAR....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqzC6g1jnaLCm9aHEHs7FTtp5yDeT1nbd1C-j28mj9BkxALgtYwJh096ldy-NcbxC85xoHFfFfQmRyneYpc73dpCrfjBk_FgD9SZham9jUo8OSBmez8aVVgzt67NyUdZgH6ONmUpXbEFk/s1600/securedownload.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqzC6g1jnaLCm9aHEHs7FTtp5yDeT1nbd1C-j28mj9BkxALgtYwJh096ldy-NcbxC85xoHFfFfQmRyneYpc73dpCrfjBk_FgD9SZham9jUo8OSBmez8aVVgzt67NyUdZgH6ONmUpXbEFk/s320/securedownload.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708765271928511826" /></a><br />Thank you...thank you very much!^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-83686416696534643472012-02-11T09:53:00.019-05:002012-02-11T21:12:33.433-05:00~Retro Nostalgia~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaqbzy6AiYYom0_qq9JS9Q9z4T29f6Xi3sfASxhkZNKG7syV2E8WdPt7Ozbby9KXXjknG6F4APUmmIR8p6zTZ6eEAcreetF_WLaVTXaO2XmoLzLIPvwrzIAGhZfgplKCPKNgSAsthmQue/s1600/retro111.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaqbzy6AiYYom0_qq9JS9Q9z4T29f6Xi3sfASxhkZNKG7syV2E8WdPt7Ozbby9KXXjknG6F4APUmmIR8p6zTZ6eEAcreetF_WLaVTXaO2XmoLzLIPvwrzIAGhZfgplKCPKNgSAsthmQue/s200/retro111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707901669549039346" /></a><br />Are you like me...someone who finds comfort in the past...comfort in a slower paced world? This high-tech decade is not my world. I-pods/pads, Droids, smart phones, blackberry's, do not interest me. I yearn for heavy dial faced phones, matches in folded packets, front porches with swings and legs covered in pantyhose. What is this with the bare-legged look anyway? <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyIzJATcJlIb_IWcs8Rp-676qngnNsMdtXwal-Oe1QL1_l9Dy-D3BnciKFM8gopKQrczQ9zCNZYchprwloA1MnUjLWthXNMWrRckJD6aL3ZCaw0x4lSLa-Al1WGV9u1fl4Dd8plKN7lsP4/s1600/th_1956spiegel.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyIzJATcJlIb_IWcs8Rp-676qngnNsMdtXwal-Oe1QL1_l9Dy-D3BnciKFM8gopKQrczQ9zCNZYchprwloA1MnUjLWthXNMWrRckJD6aL3ZCaw0x4lSLa-Al1WGV9u1fl4Dd8plKN7lsP4/s200/th_1956spiegel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707893619889816642" /></a> <br /><br />Two inch thick catalogs from Sears, and Montgomery Wards marked the seasons.<br />They came late in October for the holidays and July for the autumn school fashions. What a delight they arrived in our mailbox! Spiegel was the catalog we really yearned for though. Those clothes had an edge, were more fashionable and reflected a "big city" influence. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2326bxPxi_a-AeYtdckoO6yMpITZhOn2odLsysoR6-z7DGbTti0jSx6kCT1gNAMUqaHJppVixaQ8_aGED19_PEkL_HfbdJ8wsdMF88nmQtIAtpps9NG-SbQvo4mIoHXLEF6LIEvDostl/s1600/cancan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2326bxPxi_a-AeYtdckoO6yMpITZhOn2odLsysoR6-z7DGbTti0jSx6kCT1gNAMUqaHJppVixaQ8_aGED19_PEkL_HfbdJ8wsdMF88nmQtIAtpps9NG-SbQvo4mIoHXLEF6LIEvDostl/s200/cancan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707893901010735954" /></a><br /><br />Remember wearing "can-cans" under a dress when young? We wanted all that fullness in those days. It's funny how fashions change, go to the extreme, then slowly return.<br />Maybe we'll see this style again.<br /><br />Remember letters with rural route addresses? Mail postage in single digits? A sixteen year old could have a great time on the two bucks earned from babysitting. A cherry coke was a nickle, a pretzel rod was two cents. The adult price for a movie was sixty-five cents. A gallon of gas was thirty-two cents. Fast cars, drag racing, and a beer on a back road was really the worst of it when I was a teen. Drugs missed me totally...thank heavens!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0okedI2HtstGVZMW_v8IDqK-ZilOLa7zczVlnV8gdnHTUkN1Sr5Hsx0FrBHbdphzSbMkMw1zT-F166KPTcyTVHjH2kiyQLG6el5Yna8a72po6vib7I_snnYrp-Hlvse8d2kmd-FAP4oo/s1600/woman_jewellery_box.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs0okedI2HtstGVZMW_v8IDqK-ZilOLa7zczVlnV8gdnHTUkN1Sr5Hsx0FrBHbdphzSbMkMw1zT-F166KPTcyTVHjH2kiyQLG6el5Yna8a72po6vib7I_snnYrp-Hlvse8d2kmd-FAP4oo/s200/woman_jewellery_box.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707895532862614914" /></a><br />Most girls owned a jewelry box. Most girls had a dressing table in her room of some sort with a large mirror. Mine had a huge circle centered mirror, with drawers on both sides. Makeup, hair rollers (dog food and juice cans because my hair was curly), and a bottle of Evening in Paris, Tabu, or Chantilly made me feel womanly.<br />Most of us slept on curlers every night. Wore girdles, and hose requiring garters. Would we do that now??? Heck no!<br /><br />Daughters dried dishes every night, and that's when moms and daughters talked about things. Daughters helped clean the house on Saturday, with her washed hair up in rollers, anticipating a fun Saturday night. Sunday, the entire family went to church.<br />We stopped at the newstand to pick up the Sunday paper. There was no shopping on a Sunday in those days. Sunday was family time. Period.<br />I do admit to enjoying a more "relaxed" way of dressing now. Thank God for Land's End! It's handy to shop online when one lives in small town USA. No spanx (today's girdle) for me. I bulge freely here and there, so be it. Unless I spot myself in a window or a mirror somewhere, I don't have to see it!<br /><br />I do miss how close family used to be. All of our kids, with the exception of Josh, live now in other states. We only see our grandkids once or twice a year. Computers do help in that area too. Skype, online viewing of photos, blogs, and Facebook, keep us connected. Weekly Sunday family gatherings were darn nice though; or at least getting together for every holiday. That does not happen anymore, darn it.^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-73802131551665682172012-02-07T19:35:00.005-05:002012-02-07T19:40:23.751-05:001986 Farmer's Almanac suggestions ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfBdzb3i9lLZqP653O2A44aw4gjGYgKISMKpwqjNu2TmsprTsViw57T2vJTdO1-N8Esj-dGQc_Fyf0c_t5EZ6ywMBf6CShJMau9U1ki44d7_rvNS95bFR4r4QitV3hnsvioV1OnlfIbME/s1600/love+everybody.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfBdzb3i9lLZqP653O2A44aw4gjGYgKISMKpwqjNu2TmsprTsViw57T2vJTdO1-N8Esj-dGQc_Fyf0c_t5EZ6ywMBf6CShJMau9U1ki44d7_rvNS95bFR4r4QitV3hnsvioV1OnlfIbME/s200/love+everybody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706557846566633314" /></a><br />Herewith, from science and folklore, are over 20 surefire techniques for finding, attracting, and wedding the person you will love forever.<br /><br />Roast hummingbird hearts, grind them into a powder, and sprinkle it on your beloved.<br />Kiss as many people as possible. Dr. Bubba Nicholson of Tampa, Florida, says that kissing is a way for us to taste semiochemicals on another's skin. Semiochemicals transmit biological signals of compatability and attraction.<br />Pluck a stalk of yarrow and stick it up your nose. If a drop of blood appears, your love is true.<br />Australian aborigines prepare a love potion from the testicles of kangaroos.<br />Think of the one you love while you swallow a four-leaf clover, and your love will be returned.<br />Upon hearing the first coo of a dove in the spring, take off your left stocking and look in the heel of it. You will find a hair the color of your true love's hair.<br />Swallow the heart of a wild duck.<br />On New Year's Eve, walk from one room to another while throwing a shoe over your shoulder, then look in a mirror and your mate's face will be there.<br />Place a snail in a pan of cornmeal, and the tracks it makes will spell your true love's initials.<br />Hide the dried tongue of a turtledove in a girl's room; she will love you forever.<br />In 18th-century France, a man told a woman three times that she was beautiful. The first time she was required to thank him, the second time to believe him, and the third time to reward him.<br />If you touch your little finger and forefinger behind your two middle fingers, you can have any sweetheart you like.<br />Swallow a white dove's heart, point downward, while resting your hand on the shoulder of one you love.<br />Hardboil an egg, cut it in half, discard the yolk, and fill the egg halves with salt. Sit on something you've never sat on before, eat the egg, and walk to bed backwards. You will dream of your future mate.<br />Walk around the block with your mouth full of water; if you don't swallow it, you will marry within the year.<br />Pull a hair from the head of a girl you like, and she will love you.<br />Pick an apple, prick it fll of holes, carry it for a while under your left arm, then give it to your lover.<br />If you stub your toe, kiss your thumb and you'll see your beau.<br />Cut your nails on nine Sundays in a row.<br /><br /><em>I don't think that I'd try any of these things to find someone, would you?</em>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-30812233292797218102012-02-01T16:03:00.002-05:002012-02-01T16:05:59.843-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfA008wf4yllbua9UYIx5WoQM4phwUP7iDNWUcPGp9JA8za2zPhoniXGhv9SvuGD3Ihx6irHBpdRYZQVkqfOaV-yCZ5s1TnImWXChw6tdvNn9MYwFhSCxf3R1geUI8d0C4BolF-xkLHZo/s1600/mom+trip+pic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsfA008wf4yllbua9UYIx5WoQM4phwUP7iDNWUcPGp9JA8za2zPhoniXGhv9SvuGD3Ihx6irHBpdRYZQVkqfOaV-yCZ5s1TnImWXChw6tdvNn9MYwFhSCxf3R1geUI8d0C4BolF-xkLHZo/s200/mom+trip+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704276390979453538" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIX9XpSJ1PdPXtzLvMzl4t-51QWFZEIuy6PrtMc2Ts3y-8w2BSid6e6pKdYrNULtZXWuG6npO01Nl_dRKPE-Pax9nQLWtBAvYOvGugntrv3CsZ0CJfrmRgMkXM5fnvmujHDjudlZ1QnKs/s1600/377011_10150429905123579_1374136241_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLIX9XpSJ1PdPXtzLvMzl4t-51QWFZEIuy6PrtMc2Ts3y-8w2BSid6e6pKdYrNULtZXWuG6npO01Nl_dRKPE-Pax9nQLWtBAvYOvGugntrv3CsZ0CJfrmRgMkXM5fnvmujHDjudlZ1QnKs/s200/377011_10150429905123579_1374136241_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704275923853886050" /></a><br /><br />My mom will be <strong>95</strong> on April 4th. Who else is lucky enough to still have their mom?^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2160499066372127198.post-70023992121050825152012-01-30T17:44:00.000-05:002012-01-30T17:45:06.866-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipL4ZPHyH5s2CvdF-eUdG1JSJO8A2NglXjjP51c2oU0YtWvJz3efNAixXu7HsF-a28QcTRzP5IWN1qFSe2BLUpazecsFyLcBRrWDO1hqkgdg9faYBNYqEpDaWLHdtjNfzTFmRbe4a9gmnp/s1600/friends.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipL4ZPHyH5s2CvdF-eUdG1JSJO8A2NglXjjP51c2oU0YtWvJz3efNAixXu7HsF-a28QcTRzP5IWN1qFSe2BLUpazecsFyLcBRrWDO1hqkgdg9faYBNYqEpDaWLHdtjNfzTFmRbe4a9gmnp/s200/friends.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703559783615628130" /></a>^..^Corgidogmamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06087352436997512186noreply@blogger.com4