Fall Montage

This is what I love… My favorite season of the year…

This is what I’m looking forward to seeing, I can’t wait!

This is a visual montage of what Fall means to me…

I love Autumn- Yes, I do!

I love Autumn-How ’bout you?

And many thanks to my awesome husband for his help publishing these pictures…


Real or Make Believe-I’m A Small Town Girl

Small town life. Sure I romanticize it. I know….but…..um….. I can’t help it. I’d love to live in Stars Hollow. In this house.

The fact that Stars Hollow is on a sound set somewhere instead of in Connecticut, well…..that is beside the point. I want to live in small town Connecticut where there is a local diner, crazy town meetings, a beautiful town square, quirky people and an inn….. And I love Loralei’s porch. Porches are a thing with me. I love them. Is there such a thing as porch love? I guess so because I have it.

Or maybe I’ll live here.

Roslyn, Northern ExposureThis is the small town from the 90’s show, Northern Exposure. It was supposedly set in Alaska…but, in reality is nestled in the mountains of Roslyn, Washington. It would be interesting to have a moose walking down your town’s street. Not that I’d want to run into one. I hear they can be mean. Of course in my idyllic small town, all moose would be nice. It’s my dream….I can do whatever I want.

Hmmmm…….or maybe I could live here!

File:Baileyhouse101.jpgDo you recognize this house? I’ll give you a hint. The guy that lived here was named George. It’s the house at 320 Sycamore in Bedford Falls, New York. If I lived in this small town, Christmas would always be special and filled with love. Sigh. And the snow would look pretty and no one would have to shovel it. Ever. It would be such a wonderful life!

This is a picture of a real life small town that is close to my heart. I can see myself here…and loving every minute of it. Those of you that know me, know where my “happy place” is…….

Jackson, Wyoming! Small town feel with some wild west kick. I love this place. Really. Forever.

For those of you that are big city folks…..well, what’s wrong with you??!! Just teasing. To each his own. I love small towns and I always will.  Actually I live right outside of town….and really it’s not even a town, it’s a village. The population is too small to call it a town. We have a gas station/convenience store, a pizza place, library, park, a post office and fire station. Other businesses have came and went over the years. But, I like it!

Candy, Cats and the City

This past week my family experienced a whirlwind vacation through part of the midwest. Just on a side note…the midwest in mid August is blazing hot. Like inferno hot. Like stick your head in an oven kind of hot. Just sayin’.

We left last Saturday morning (as always, just getting out of the house and on the road is a challenge) heading to Greenup, Illinois… A cute little town in rural Illinois. Picture a mix of Mayberry and the Old West. I was really diggin’ the down town area. The old buildings with the second floor balconies were examples of architectural endurance. In amongst the visiting with family and cooking out, and crazy card games, and fluffy cats and a hyper dog……we also had opportunity to eat at this super retro restaurant, the Candy Kitchen. The Candy Kitchen has been around since 1924. It was owned and operated by the Loomis family, who came to the U.S from Greece. Over the years it has changed owners, been boarded up, been renovated, opened, closed and is now doing a thriving business serving up good food mixed in with a hearty helping of nostalgia. If you are ever in the Greenup area you must visit this place. It is worth it.

We also visited a restored, covered Bridge on the National Road. I love covered bridges. There is just something about them. Something rugged. Something old fashioned. Definitely something one doesn’t see very often anymore….and that   makes it special.

Next, it was off to a suburb of Chicago. I’m sure Chicago is a fun city…but, honestly the traffic leaves a lot to be desired. I much more enjoy having to share the road with the Amish, here in rural Ohio.  We were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, in the heat, with other drivers that were not so very nice. One semi -truck kept honking his horn and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Patience, people, patience!!! While visiting in the Chicago area we had opportunity to eat some real Chicago style pizza, that was very delicious. Probably also a ton of calories…but who cares? When on vacation calories don’t count, right?

I had a good time playing with the dogs. Shaggy and Scrappy. Both very smart and a lot of fun. Who wouldn’t love dogs that were obviously very intelligent, and yet were not above waking one in the morning with a sloppy, drool filled kiss?

Next stop, Portage, Indiana. Family took us to the Dunes on Lake Michigan. Beautiful. When looking at Lake Michigan it is difficult to believe that it is indeed, a lake. God sure has made a beautiful world. Of course while enjoying His beautiful world I was “lunch” for about a million black flies and am also now sporting a nice sunburn. Such is life.

The family also attended a Rail Cats baseball game on Saturday evening. TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALLGAME! It was a lot of fun. I love “the boys of summer”. Nothing like hundreds of people packed into a stadium yelling for the home team. It was a close game. The Rail Cats lost but only by one run…and it was exciting all the way through the end of the ninth inning. You can check out the Rail Cats site and if you are in the area, go see them play!

It’s been a busy week. Also a glorious week. Monday seems kind of drab after all the fun of visiting and hanging out with family and seeing the sites. Sigh. I knew it would come to an end and I’d be forced back into reality. Sigh, again. It was a great way to spend a week–and memories do last forever.

Lover Of Old Houses

I have always loved older houses. Not decrepit, but old. Houses that make you think of character….history…. craftsmanship. Yes, I know my husband and I just last year finished building our brand spanking new house. We made sure to have the character and the craftsmanship….just not the history. Oh well, two out of three isn’t too bad.

A friend of mine from Facebook got me started on this site about houses. It’s called Old House Dreams. I’m warning you not to click on it unless you are willing to become addicted. The owner of the blog finds houses all over the country…and some international…that have my three qualifying characteristics. Last night she had a house in Bozeman, MT. It is gorgeous. Almost all the houses on her site are for sale, which makes for better dreaming about living there. Thanks to Google, one can also view the street or country road that the property is on—you know to get a feel for the place. Last night I pretended, in my mind, that I lived in Bozeman, Montana. In the red foursquare house. I’ve “pretend lived” in a house in most states of this country through this blog. Hey, some people have some horrible vices. Not me. I just am addicted to sweet tea and real estate…….and I don’t even really buy the real estate. So, it’s all good.

I do love old houses. When we were first looking at buying a house a couple of years ago, my husband kept saying, ” Old houses need work, electrical and plumbing need updated, the rooms are small, not enough closet space…..” That is true. Everything he said was valid. I just like the old house vibe. The detail, the woodwork, the hardwood floors, the porcelain or glass door knobs, transom windows……stuff one doesn’t see in new houses very often. Sigh.

Our new house is beautiful. We chose colored concrete floors with radiant heat, all hard wood trim, solid paneled doors, pocket doors, and doors with glass panes in them. We have tons of closet space (which believe me, I do use) and a long side deck and front porch. We had local craftsmen work on our house. It sets in the middle of what once was a corn/soybean field. It is a country home “with a twist”. At least that is how I describe it. Some of our friends say on the outside it looks like a cross between a church building and a barn. That’s all good. I like to be different:)

So, anyway, I’m loving the Old House site. Check it out. It really is interesting. Even if you are not a lover of all things old…it’s still interesting to do a little looking at how other people live in houses all across this country of ours. Enjoy!

Brain Clutter

For someone who is an avid organizer, loves her Daytimer, and thinks color coded calendars are the bomb…..I’ve had amazing brain clutter lately. You know what I mean. I have about a bazillion things to do, most of which are little things—just a lot of little things. A lot of little things that build up to a mountain of brain “junk”. I don’t like the junk. I’ve already got enough junk in my trunk, I don’t need it in my head too! Agghh! Not that I’d rather have an empty brain, though on some days I wonder if that might not be easier.

I will share a secret with you. I am in love with the person that invented the Post It notes. I know creating those was actually an accident, but whatever. I still love the person because I adore their product and have become a Post It note aficionado. I have them everywhere and in all different colors. I also have a special bond with highlighters. The brighter the better. I especially like the blinding neon yellow. It just screams, “LOOK AT ME”! Oh, and paper clips. I like the colored ones better than the plan jane ones. I really like the super humongous jumbo paper clips. One can clip a lot of stuff with those babies.

I think it is the teacher in me that loves office/school supplies. Since school is getting ready to start, all the stuff is out for the new school year. I’m as happy as can be buying organizing tools for myself…..oh yeah, and for my kiddos. Um….that’s right. They are the ones still in school. They don’t appreciate the glory of it all. Not as much as their supply- lovin’ mom. Just sayin’.

Hopefully, all the supplies will help me reduce my brain clutter and get back on the straight and narrow to organization bliss. Either that, or my family might find me laying under a mountain of  highlighted Post It’s. Whichever happens first.

Morally Wrong


I watched the national news today(and have been following) about the desire of some to build a mosque at the ground zero site….. How the mosque should be there because of religious freedom. If the muslim community in New York were truly interested about compassion, or empathy then they would NOT build there. I don’t care if they have the RIGHT to do it…..morally they should decline from building a mosque where the Twin Towers once stood. People can tout all they want that Islam is a religion of peace, which after reading about Christians that are martyred in countries all over the world under militant Islamic rule, I find it hard to believe that Islam is anything but a facade of peace. Not true peace, and certainly not peace to those that do not follow Allah. They are considered infidels. Interesting.

Whether or not the muslim community wishes to acknowledge that ALL the hijackers on those doomed flights were muslim, is really beside the point. It is not healing to those of us that witnessed the deaths of fellow American’s….spouses, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends…..that were senselessly murdered that fateful day. A day that will live in the hearts of millions of Americans. A mosque sitting on that site is nothing more than spitting in the faces of those that remember.

Those that are pushing for this mosque…what is the real reason? Why can’t you build down the street? Why at that particular spot? What is your point? I think the reasoning goes much deeper than anyone wants to admit…..and it is not about peace. OR religious freedom. It is the desire to do so, because you CAN. Because this great country allows certain freedoms. Freedoms I might add that Islamic countries around the world do NOT allow for those who are of other religions.

I think I am able to say with somewhat certainty, that if that mosque is built, it will not stand as an emblem of religious freedom….it will stand as a dark reminder of what happened on September 11. 2001. And it will hurt….all of us that watched that terrible tragedy unfold. Those of us that cried, and whose hearts were broken over the senseless loss of lives, believe building that mosque there is wrong. It will always be wrong……to those that remember.