Sunday, November 29, 2009

Thanksgiving Gone, Hello Santa



Here is a picture of Becca, Samuel, and Samuel has his "arm around" John Barnes and Rachael. I don't know why G-ma Stevens has a framed photo of John Barnes, Becca, and Rachael, but none of Kevin?????






Thanksgiving weekend closes this evening. The Steelers play Baltimore tonight and then Thanksgiving is over. It's such a great idea to have a holiday that brings together the people you grew up with and love, one time a year to gather together to say "Thanks" to God. Like the first white settler community in the Americas, we gather together to wipe our brow and say, "shwew," we survived!

I didn't see my sister or brother this Thanksgiving, and that was the first time in a few years. Jeff is in Paraguay with Jeffy and Justin. Sara went home to Iowa to be with her folks. Lucky for us Kaylin came home and Denise, Mom, Becca, Samuel, Olin, and I had a huge meal together. Olin was the only man and that felt weird to me. We still held hands around the kitchen and I prayed the Blessing. I made green been casserole and brought the rolls. I spent a couple hours the night before making the dough and getting it ready to rise as I was determined to make something complicated for the holiday. It was to sit in the fridge overnight and rise double its size. Thanksgiving morning I awakened and opened the fridge to find the dough the same size it was the night before. "Why didn't my dough rise?" I exclaimed. Olin pulled the empty yeast pack from the trash and read the expiration date: "best if used by June, 2004." So, I guess the yeast had died sometime within the past six years!



A quick run to Kroger was made and a roll purchase was made.

Becca arrived at Grandma's and of course it was fabulous to see Becca again and her chatty happy self and Samuel was happy to see her too. Kaylin and Becca and Samuel decorated Grandma's little Christmas Tree. After we pigged out Olin moved about 10 chairs and a bunch of heavy, heavy stuff to the basement to get Grandma's house ready for her first showing, which was set for Saturday morning. Samuel, Becca and I watched a chick flick Thursday night, all bundled up in blankets-we chuckled and made funny comments, and coveted their house in Alaska!

Friday late morning the four of us drove up to Elyria for another Thanksgiving meal. I took green bean casserole and sweet potatoe casserole. We had Grandmas wonderful mashed potatoes and gravy. And, oh, forgot to add there was snow, snow, snow all over the place on Friday. Thank GOD! It got me in a cheery mood. After we ate and cleaned up the dishes and visited an hour, we drove to a nearby winery. I bought a case of wine to give out to clients for gifts this Holiday season. Becca, Olin, and I got six testers and we tasted six types of wine while Samuel watched us. The winery is in an old, old barn, with a stone fireplace and liked the atmosophere with snow falling outside and a fire blazing. I was a little buzzed when I made my case purchase, and now with a logical mind I'm disappointed I bought the Niagra and Catawba, because NO ONE likes those types of wines. I had this stupid idea that I was giving local grown fruit wines to my clients, and thought it was a quaint idea. Yeah, it was quaint, like dumb. I honestly don't know anyone who likes these wines. I should have settled on the imported grape wines, which taste better.

Saturday was a work day for me. Grandma took Becca out to breakfast and I met my first set of buyers at her house. I walked in and "wa-la" her house looked amazing. She had cleaned and cleaned and tucked everything out of sight so all you saw was the cool,, clean lines of the house showing off the fireplace in the center and all the windows around.

I showed about four HIlliard homes and then headed to Muirfield to show million dollar homes.

Upon my arrival home, I kicked up my feet and had some coffee, and then went downtown with Becca, Samuel and Olin and had some dinner in the evening. Everyone, including Samuel crashed around 11 pm.

Sunday everyone slept in and no one went to church. I actually had a severe nervous breakdown over church issues and stayed in the car and sobbed for a couple hours. I miss my church, but it's not my church anymore, so I just need to accept it, grieve, and move on. Imiss my dad, too, who I could always talk to about Jesus and, well, it wasn't fun realizing I don't have a Pastor or a dad. boo hoo. I'm crying again. I have to settle on Rod Parsley being my Pastor and he doesn't even know who I am.

I grabbed a tree at the Boy Scout lot, bought a bunch of food at Giant Eagle, and Olin put the tree up while I grilled steaks and prepared some more food. Becca introduced us to Michelob Ultra and the fresh beer tasted yummy with char-grilled steaks, potatoe pergolis, and steamed green beans.
Becca single-handedly decorated our tree while Samuel and Olin and I bemoaned the Browns game. They are idiots. Brady Quinn can't throw. The Browns suck. Period.





Then it was time for Becca to go and I was sad again. . . There is always the Steelers who make me happy because they are such a good team and so well organized. They inspire me to be better organized and more motivated. Take Care. Happy Thanksgiving.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Cat Stevens is Going to Get His **** Kicked

If you're offended by cuss words read no further. Yes, believers and followers of Jesus SHOULDNT cuss. But, they do. I do occassionally. This post is not about cussing. It's about Cat StevensA big fluff ball of white and cream and orange tipped ears. A fat frowny face and super blue eyes. He is going to get his A** kicked any second by me!

I have a brown leather couch, manufactured by Lane. It's a pull-out bed too. I sold a Western Billy Cook Maker Show Saddle and bought this couch. The original $1,000 that I used to buy the saddle came as a gift to me from my Grandma O'Hara Reed after she passed away. I sold the saddle for what I paid for it, and bought this here couch. So, it's not just a nice couch, it has sentimental value.

I trained Cat Stevens to keep his little claws away from the couch and never, ever come near it. How I trained him was by terrorizing him whenever he came near it. I think he caught on to me that won't hurt a hair on his body, cuz more and more I'd come home and there is the furr ball sound asleep ON MY COUCH!

Ok, Cat Stevens! You've had it! You A** is Gra**! This time I mean it!

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Rambling

I went to Movie Tavern last night at 10:00 pm to see "Couples Retreat." Olin came too. Movie Tavern is the best place to see movies I think. I love having a wait-server! We had a couple of Irish brews and I laughed out loud. Olin wasn't impressed. Got home late for us forty-somethings.

Ok this is a big deal: Monday will be the 20th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin wall!
20 years? 20 years! Yes it seems like yesterday. I am losing track of time more and more. I'm a little afraid I'll have alzheimer's disease since it runs in my mom's family. :( I feel like I'm losing hours and days of my life, or ... as the Bible says, I'm just like the grass and flowers: flourishing today, burned up and gone tomorrow. :(

I'm worried about Samuel going to Guatamala. Was I being stupid and foolish to allow my 15 year old son to go to a third world country with a group of college-aged people? Am a being foolish? We are seeking counsel from some friends who were missionaries in Guatamala and such and praying about it. It would be different if he was 18.

Today is Olin's Birthday. He's 49. I didn't bake a cake or cook dinner or do anything. That time thing where time is getting away from me happened

Here's what's happened in real estate in the past day: I am in contract on $435,000 house to close in December. I am in contract on $153,000 to close in a couple weeks. I received a verbal approval on a short sale and we should close on $167,000 house in December. The seller of a $87,000 house can't get clear title so we aren't going to be closing soon, yet. Need to pray about that one. I had two closings on Wednesday: one for $106,900 and one for $183,500. I got a new buyer who is also a seller on Friday, too. We go house hunting on Wednesday. For non-Realtors here's the thing about being in contract. It isn't easy. Being in contract just means I have HOOPS and JUMPS and DANGER to get through-I don't think people could understand unless they have done this job----So just cuz I'm in contract with a closing date doesn't mean I will get it closed. Or we might get it closed but will it be done smoothly--As smoothly as possible as these times demand.

Seems like there is more in real estate but I can't remember.... alzheimer's?

Buckeyes are on tv. ok. go Bucks.

I was asked to be Secretary of the Hilliard Area Realty Association and I said yes. In a way it was stupid of me to say yes. In a way I'm a little honored I was asked.

I wish I had a pony!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

How Naomi Met Howard

Story told by Grandma Domingus (G.G. to my kids):

How she met and married Howard:

Grandma said she had moved to Dothan Alabama with her mom and step-dad. Grandpa was 13 years old and saw grandma roller skating in the street (she is 3 years older than he). He went home and told his mother "I saw the girl I'm going to marry. She is sooooo purrrrrty!" (southern accent) Grandma didn't pay any attention to him. She was interesed in Howard's brother instead, Pete. Pete was a good looking man.

Howard was relentless and for years went over to grandma's house and tried to get her attention. He would come over and visit her mom or aunt because Grandma would not come downstairs to give any attention. She just was not interested in him. Once he came to the house with a car and asked her if she wanted to go for a drive. No, she said. But, her aunt said, "sure, you can take me for a ride," and off they went.

Then he asked her to his school dance when he was in 9th grade (although she thought he was older). At the dance she saw that he was VERY popular and ALL the girls wanted to dance with him. And she thought, "well, I believe I want to dance with him then."