Meow,Meow is what you say
Meow, Meow throughout the day.
You lay on my leg, my lap, my head
You want to be pet as you flop on my bed.
You follow me around and watch what I do
You’re stuck to me like paper on glue.
You purr, and you snore and make other cat noises
You stir and alert if you hear other voices
But then it’s back to sleep for a little “cat nap”
It’s what you do best…….
Cat’s purr, they snuggle and then they rest. 🙂
I saw a story on FOX news this morning about a newly wed couple who ended up in jail. They had just gotten married and were on their honeymoon staying at the Holiday Inn. The husband gives the wife a hard karate kick to the floor and when a couple of bystanders try to help her, she assaults THEM. Both the bride and groom ended up in the slammer for the night. The woman was still in her wedding dress! Can you believe how dumb some people are? I don’t think a honeymoon spent in jail bodes well for this couple. I do not see wedded bliss in their future. We share this earth with some real winners.
This morning Scott and I got a call from the front desk of the Comfort Inn that we were staying at in Ohio. Our van window had been smashed and the van broken into! Can you believe it? The second time in just one month. It felt very de je’vu to me. I’m sure I looked very attractive standing outside in the parking lot at 7:30 in the morning with my bright colored pajamas on, no makeup and my hair sticking out at bizarre angles. Whatever. I was in no mood…. and I hadn’t even had any coffee yet. The hotel called the police so we could at least file a report. (and yes, for your information I did tell the young officer that my Arbonne samples had been stolen and that I was a consultant with said company. He obviously was a very intelligent young man and did not say one word about me selling makeup and skincare when I looked so “early morning” scary. Smart man.) Some low life had found a piece of concrete ( a broken part of a curb) and threw it through the drivers side window. The person then snatched the bag that had my Arbonne samples in it. What is it with people? This is the second time that my samples have been stolen. The only thing that made me smile was the thought of some stupid , drunk guy (coming out of the hotel bar after midnight) seeing what he thought was a purse he could steal only to have a huge disappointment when he finds out he snagged a bag full of ladies skincare products. Serves him right! This time nothing else was taken. (thank goodness!) BUT we still have to repair the broken window. We were leaving this morning to come back to Tennessee anyway….but now we had to make an unexpected trip to Walmart for some clear plastic and duct tape to temporarily patch up the window for the 6 hr. trip back home. What a pain! Can I just say that going 80 mph down the interstate highway (um….I mean 70mph uh….that’s the speed limit, right?) is crazy without a window. The sound of the wind beating against the plastic is deafening. The family had to scream at each other to be heard over the wind. We had to have the plastic because for half the trip it rained….and I mean major storming going on. Great, that made for even more noise! Oh yes, and before leaving we also had to go to the car wash and use the super duper car vacuum to suck out all the ba-zillion glass shards all over the car. When the window got smashed it must have exploded like the A-bomb because there were pieces from one end of the van to the other. So, not only did we look like the Beverly Hillbillies with our plastic and duct taped van, screaming at each other to be heard over the turbo wind whipped plastic, but Scott and I also got cut on some glass shards we had accidently missed when vacuuming.
I just don’t get some people. This crime was obviously a crime of convenience. Smash the window with a piece of concrete that happened to be loose on the curb. Grab (what he thought was) a purse. I mean who does that sort of thing? No conscience. That is what really bothers me. I guess I like to think the best about people so when this sort of thing happens it really gets to me. It’s just so wrong.
The Plaza Inn is in Mt. Victory, Ohio. It is a great little restaurant. Scott had heard about it from several people and so we decided to check it out yesterday for lunch. We liked it so much we went back for lunch again today. We all enjoyed our food. ( I recommend the philly cheese steak sandwich, or the Plaza burger. Very yummy and really hit the spot….. the kids enjoyed the taco salad in an edible tortilla bowl…for family that plans on visiting us once we permanently move to Ohio, plan on at least one meal at the Plaza Inn restaurant!) Lisa was our waitress yesterday and she was so friendly. She treated us as if she’d known us all of her life. Today our waitress was Phyllis who wore a genuine smile on her face. We even met the owner of the restaurant who gave the interesting history of her family’s business. The family has owned the business there for 50 years. That alone should tell you something. Obviously, they are well loved in their community.
I think that the Plaza Inn Restaurant is the type of place that a person can go and be treated like a friend. In a fast paced, crazy world where hardly anyone has time to even pause long enough to get your order, it’s nice to know that in a small town in central Ohio there is a restaurant where time slows a little bit and one can just relax and enjoy a delicious meal with family.
I was telling my husband this morning that my hair was not its “usual” self. (I didn’t bring my Arbonne shampoo because the containers are so large.) I was forced to use the hotel shampoo and my hair feels flat and weighed down. ( Ick. ) I don’t like it at all. I miss my self adjusting shampoo from Arbonne! The other day I was talking to a young lady I had given shampoo/conditioner samples to and she said she loved them! Her hair is treated and tends to be dry, after using the Arbonne shampoo and conditioner even her husband noticed how soft her hair was. Is that great or what??? While I am on the subject of hair…I really love the new Sea Source Spa hair masque too. It makes my hair feel like silk. I feel like a shampoo hair model. “Hello, my name is Dawn and I have awesome Arbonne hair!”
Today Scott took me to meet with the Amish men that are making our cabinetry for our new house. I saw samples of their work and I have to say the cabinets are gorgeous! What craftsmanship. We also looked at the tools they use and all the machinery…all without electricity. It truly is amazing. There were also some beautiful secretary desks that they are working on. (I’ll keep that is mind for future reference:) I feel very blessed by all the people that God has brought into our lives as we build our house in this new area. Not only have we met some of the most friendly people around, but our house will be a display of such wonderful craftsmanship. Our house frame will be built by Amish men, as will our cabinets, bathroom vanities, and doors and trim. We are having concrete done with acid wash/stains. (if you have never seen acid washed concrete you can’t fully appreciate the artistic beauty of it.) Everyone that will be working on our house have been so friendly and kind to us, above and beyond. Yesterday, we met the man who will be doing our plumbing, at his house….what a beautiful spread he has. 75 acres with a beautiful pond. He invited us over to his house to celebrate the 4th of July—well us, and 200 of his closest friends and neighbors:) Sounds like fun.
We went for a drive today with the kids and with Scott’s parents. The countryside is just beautiful. Green rolling hills dotted with farms. It’s picture postcard perfect.
We were driving back from Mt. Victory tonight…going through Belle Center. I mentioned to Scott that this truly looked like a stereo-typical mid west small town. It was a warm spring evening. Kids were at the corner Dairy Dip (I can’t remember the actual name) getting an ice cream. It was a building on the corner about the size of a large closet. There were a couple of large grain silos on the main street. I think they were still in use but I couldn’t be sure. People out mowing yards, and others sitting on their porches on tree lined streets. Scott and I ended up on one street that still was made from brick. How old must that be? Do they still make brick streets anymore? It was just very peaceful. I cannot get over how quiet it is around here. Having lived in a city for the past 16 years I’ve gotten so used to all the city noises….that real quiet seems even so much more quiet. Does that make sense?