Boyz and their Toyz

My husband and son were giddy yesterday
with the arrival of a few old trucks acquired for a bargain.
Someone is moving out of the area and needed to get rid of them
and we really really needed two more trucks, ya know?
Since I have recently “acquired” dog number 4,
I’m just shutting my mouth. 
1962 Chevy C-60
Indiana Fire truck originally – sticker in door says so,
 dump body added at some point.

1951 Ford F-6 with flame job
Flatbed
I love this one…
paint it turquoise with irridescent flames…
put a short bed on the back with wooden side slats..
big fat white wall tires
and I’d have my bomb-around.
A girl can dream…..



Stuff I love

  In my attempts to eat more healthy, organic food and feed my body with things that nourish instead of merely satisfying a fleeting craving… and paying for it later… I’ve come across some products that I really love and buy over and over again.  I’m not paid to endorse the stuff… I just really enjoy it.

The honey flavor is delicious! and lactose free for those trying to avoid it.

  Mi-del makes a great gluten free ginger snap…
Going gluten free isn’t so hard when you can indulge in a treat like this.
Ayala Lavender Mint Water – sooo light and refreshing.
..and my favorite soap, Freckled Dragon by Herb Garden Naturals.
I buy it in my local Foodworks store…
but here’s a link.. it is DELICIOUSLY scented.
Mark my words, you’ll love it.

Do you have any new favorites
in your efforts to eat healthier? 
 

16

Today my baby boy  is 16 years old.

Buddy, you make your folks proud.
You are kind, considerate, mindful of others.
In fourth and fifth grade you won an award for
befriending and mentoring a student who was having a hard time fitting in.
You continue to do these little acts of kindness as you grow into
this fine young man you are becoming. 
Your imagination knows no bounds and you’ve even
taught us a thing or two.
And we thought we knew everything!
We love you.
This doesn’t mean you’re exempt from picking up your wet towels,
handing in all your homework assignments,
answering my texts 
and putting your dirty clothes in the hamper.
just sayin

Glorious Weather

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h, the feel of being out in the warm spring air…

petals aflutter and bees adrift.
Chickens bug-hunting
and boys bike riding..
Onions, peas and pansies watered
Tulips make their debut
Off to a girls only party for the Dog Days Crew!
..and my thoughts are with the folks of the midwest..
hoping the storms lose their wickness
and all will be ok.

When a color speaks to you

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ccording to Wikipedia,  the word turquoise, which dates to the 16th century, is derived from an  old french word for “Turkish”, because the mineral was first brought to Europe from  Turkey , from the mines in historical Khorasian of Persia.    In many cultures of the Old and New Worlds, this gemstone has been esteemed for thousands of years as a holy stone, a bringer of good fortune or a talisman. It is referred to as  a ‘gemstone of the peoples’.  Pueblo medicine men were considered of no power unless they were fully adorned in Turquoise.

 I’ve always loved the jewelry, have a few pieces of my own, but don’t wear it often.  My ‘go-to’ colors have always been black, nuetrals, etc.  Mom has often said “you should wear more COLOR, Karen”.   I’m not morbid or Goth… It’s just that I’ve always felt very at home in black…it’s easy to do.  Color says something different, something I didn’t feel at home in.  Oh, I’m sure there’s a freudian conclusion there… but seriously I don’t think it goes all that deep. 

Anyway.. where am I going with this?  For some reason, the color turquoise has spoken up in more than a whisper this year.  I’m looking around This Old House.. which we have decorated in soft neutrals and some big splashes of reds, the antique version. It goes well with the wood work that abounds.   I’m seeing places that need turquoise, though. The color is soothing and cheery.  And so it’s my mission to start bringing it in, in little ways. 

 Yesterday I went to Pier 1 and found what I was looking for to use on  the porch, which we use a lot.  I like this to be a restful place.

Frasier approves.

Ben and Bailey prefer the mattress in my office.
Seriously, if you’ve got more than one dog
or a dog that weighs more than 180 lbs…
that old mattress you’re gonna through out?  Great dog bed.

  If you’re still with me…
here are a few more examples of how turquoise
brings life to a space….
Tell me in the comments… what color speaks to you?

How cool would it be to have this truck to bomb around in.

A walk in the woods with Frasier

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am amazed at this awesome little dog who has made his way into our home and hearts.  After just over a week’s time… I know he’s completely housetrained, well mannered, gets along just fine with other dogs and people.  He follows me everywhere, and that includes the bathroom when I take a shower.  He sleeps on my discarded clothes when I do so.  His one bad habit is that he is able and willing to jump the stone wall in the dog yard when something really really grabs his attention.  Like me leaving him for the barn or in particular… my chickens.  He’d like to just taste one, thank you very much.  And I cannot believe he can jump straight up in the air, approximately six feet, with no toe holds in the middle… to get over that fence.  This yard was made for my GREAT DANE, for cripes sake.   Frasier would make an excellent agility dog, if I were so inclined.   SO.. I’m very careful not to tempt him when he’s in the dog yard.  The chickens aren’t turned loose while he’s out there, and I don’t go to the barn unless he’s in the house.  I’ll also have to be very careful about this, because when he gets something in his mind…. like tasting chickens, he’s a one-track kinda guy.  This is the only time he doesn’t listen to me.

 Yesterday, we went for his first Connecticut woods walk at Parmelee Farm.  So much work is being accomplished there… amazing what the good will and many many volunteer hours of caring citizens can do for a community gathering place.  Although our spring has turned back to the typical New England chilly grey,  there are things growing, colors bursting…

First we walked past the old school house that has just been moved to the site…
Then we wandered throught he community garden.
Most plots haven’t been started yet this season, but there were some survivors from last year.

You can see the back of the school house in this picture……

..and this one…

 As we walked through a field to begin one of the many marked trails,
I noticed these litttle flowers blanketing  the grass…
anyone know what they’re called?
Frasier didn’t care whether he walked the bridges or trudged through the streams…

These beautiful yellow flowers were found in the wetlands…

Heading back.. I noticed a new door on the stone barn…

Parmelee Farm is an example of what people can accomplish for a community
when they work together for a common good.
If only all of the world could accomplish the same.
All it takes is heart.

Goodbye, Picnik

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or those of us who have been hyperventilating

over the loss of our beloved PICNIK….
(ok, maybe that’s just me)
…I’ve got some happy news.
Brenda of A Cozy Little House
clued me in to Picmonkey.
Right now it’s free and you don’t even have to register.
SO easy to use. Really!
 If you’re into photo editing and dislike the technicalities of Photoshop…
this is a great alternative.



A Soldier’s perspective – Part 1

 

My Name is Dennis P. , I grew up in Connecticut, and I am a Major in the United States Army currently serving at a Camp  near Kabul, Afghanistan. I have almost 28 years of service in the U.S. Army, 12 of those years are active duty the rest I served as a member of the Army National Guard. My cousin Karen asked if I would write a little something about being a Soldier over here so what follows is my experience so far.

I arrived just over two weeks ago. I spent a about a month and a half training in preparation for this mission which will last 6-9 months. This is my first trip to Afghanistan. I am part of an 18 Soldier team that will work as trainers and mentors for the leadership of Afghan Army K*****ks (equivalent to US Army Battalion, approximately 800 soldiers) as they prepare to deploy to their areas of responsibility. This is in preparation for turning all security responsibilities over to the Government of Afghanistan.

The trip to Camp ***** started from Fort Dix NJ and took 6 days with several stops along the way. One of our stops was at an Air Base in Kyrgyzstan.  My brother Andy is a contractor there so I was able to visit with him for a couple days. Camp *******  is 8.5 hours ahead of Eastern Time and the elevation is almost 6,000’ above sea level. With the jet lag, climate change and daily malaria pills we all felt like a soup sandwich for at least the first week making our RIP (Relief In Place) challenging. During the RIP the team that was on mission turns responsibility over to our team. Within 2 days of arrival at Camp *****  we were actively mentoring our Afghan Army counter parts. For me that meant joining up with the Afghan Battalion XO (Executive Officer), an Afghan Army Major, and mentoring him utilizing an interpreter. Adding to the challenges I already mentioned was the culture shock. Fortunately our training prepared us well for the cultural differences. Getting thru the first week was mentally and physically very challenging.

Afghanistan is a completely different world. The climate is very dry, lots of dust and smoke in the air. They burn everything, no EPA here so breathing includes lots of coughing even for the non-smokers. The streets are very congested with cars, motorcycles, bicycles, mules, school kids etc… Many of the children come out to the street when we are around to ask for water and treats occasionally the kids throw rocks at us. Over all it seems that the population supports what we are here for. The Afghan populations living conditions are very different than ours, most of them living very primitive lives compared to what we are accustom to.

 “home”  

Life over here so far is like a different planet. I don’t go anywhere without at least one loaded weapon at my side. Everyone carries a gun over here, including civilians. As you can imagine you don’t have much privacy. The food is OK. We have a small gym on the camp and a Morale and Welfare (MWR) building with TVs, pool tables, books, movies etc… The internet is very slow, 256-512K, but it is our lifeline to family and friends back home. The post office is open about once a week for a few hours if there is someone available to man it and the roads are open for travel. We have a Post Exchange (PX) trailer to get little items like toothpaste, soap, snacks etc… The PX has had pretty low inventory as a result of certain boarder closures. The camp is setting up a Green Bean, the Army version of Starbucks, soon which is a good thing because the Mess Hall coffee is a bit rough. Well I hope I have painted a good picture of my first few weeks in Afghanistan, I’m sure my cousin Karen will include some pictures.

From Karen:  I hate war, but I fully support the troops who are giving up big chunks of their family time, their “civilian” careers, their normal life, and for some, their actual life… for our country, for our people, for our safety.  Through my cousin’s generosity in sharing with us, I’m hoping to provide an outlet to honor what they are doing and to show them our gratitude.  I’m hoping Dennis will keep us posted now and again.  Please feel free to use this comments section to send a message to Dennis and our troops. I know he’ll forward the sentiment.

Turning another page….

I

still do Easter baskets for my 16 and 22 year old children.

I probably will until they have children of their own.
This morning the girlchild came downstairs and with the usual
enthusiasm, enjoyed the contents of her basket.
Three hours later, when the manchild awoke, he sauntered past the
kitchen table which held the baskets…
and proceeded out the door to go get the tractor.
Not even a glance toward the basket.
I said  “YO!!… you didn’t even go through your basket yet!”
He said… well he shrugged and said…
“oh… yeah. I’ll check it out later”.
*sigh*

Times… they are a changing.
We’ve got family coming for dinner tonight…
Frasier is doing just fine.. getting along well with our other dogs and people.

These glasses were brought back from the Cape by a friend…
when filled with white wine, the hue is beautiful.

However you celebrate today, I hope you feel renewed in the promise of Spring, as I do.
Bailey is telling me I can just kiss her *ss with that renewal crap.
I’m the one who brought the new guy home, after all.
Ah well. You can please some of the people some of the time…