Thursday, April 7, 2011

G is for Guidebook

The Blog Guidebook  is a place I found great information to help me along my way in the blogging world.  I found myself lost when I first started and this was a terrific resource for me.

The Blog Guidebook offers great tips in addition to services for bloggers.  They include Blogging for newbies, Beginner Blogging Class videos, and some great Blog Tutorials which are listed below.  I have to recommend their site.  It has been invaluable to me.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

F is for Flood

We averted a flood in our basement this morning.  Oh my, we have been through the flooding scene before but this is the first time that the alarm alerted us to the fact that it was dead and the water was rising in the well.  My husband noticed the buzzing this morning when he went down to make the coffee.  He came back up and told me and we went down together.  Everything looked fine but the hole is covered.  He left for work and I was left with my worries.

I was half way to school when I decided I should turn around and face the music or I might really regret it.  I dialed the plumber and got his wife who told me she thought he could come right over after dropping his daughter at school.  He arrived  ten minutes later and pronounced it dead.  A new sump pump installed $345, no flooding, priceless!

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

E is for End

Ends can be both good and bad, happy and sad.  

People can be at their wits end, at the end of their rope, the end of their life, the end of a relationship, the end of a book, the end of their patience, the end of the road, end of the game.  I suppose many of the ends are a little scary.  I think that the good news is that when one gets to the end of whatever it is, it seems it may only get better.

Monday, April 4, 2011

D is for Dandelions

I saw my first dandelion of the season today.  When I was a little girl, I loved them.  I would try to find as many that had turned white and gone to seed as possible so that I could blow them in the wind. I loved seeing the wind take them up and away, silently they would drift away and I would never give them a second thought.

Fast forward to today and I was filled with dread.  I am a gardener and those beautiful little flowers are not on my hit parade.  I prefer Virginia Blue Bells, Lobelia and Morning Glory.  I suppose it is unfair that I have become fickle with this flower that once filled me with joy  However, just as a girl lets go of Barbies and baby dolls and moves on to bigger and better things so must I.

I was thinking today that I'll be getting my weed killer and my weed puller out this next weekend.  Their demise is on my list of things to do.  I am a traitor but I don't care; I have moved on.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

C is for Coffee

Coffee was not my first love; I am a tea drinker or at least I was.  My husband has converted me.  My husband makes the best coffee in the world. Recently he bought one of those coffee makers with the grinder right in it.  I didn't think it would make a difference but it really does taste better.  He has spoiled me but I like it very much.

My love of coffee developed as through our years of marriage.  Lately he has been bringing me coffee with breakfast in bed.  I suppose that heightens the appeal.  I am a very luck girl to have my coffee grinding man.

My mom used to always say that any meal she didn't cook tasted heavenly to her. She had eight children and did a lot of cooking.  Since she had to cook, it took away any of the joy it may have had before the children came along. It is sort of the same thing with the coffee.  I don't make it and I am served in my "Her Majesty" cup so really, how could I possibly complain.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

B is for Babies

Babies!  Babies are the best!  Four years ago, I became a grandmother.  I could never have anticipated how much I love being "Grandma Janie."  I was highly opposed to being called Grandma until I saw little Taylor Lily's face.  I now wear the title with pride and I am so grateful to be a young grandma.


My son and daughter in-law are expecting in November and we are thrilled for this next opportunity to have another grandchild.  I can't wait!


The sweetest part of being a grandparent is recapturing the feelings I had as a parent with my two little bundles of joy. The preciousness of holding the tiny hand and seeing the quivering chin and flailing arms.  It is the closest I will ever get to those memories of my own babies being in my arms again.  The thrill to me is bliss.

Friday, April 1, 2011

A is for Algonkian

AlgonkianThe day I set my eyes on the  Algonkian was a day that felt like I was coming home.  We were in the market for a house.  I had seen many homes.  There wasn't much to see. The Algonkian was a different experience.   I went into The Algonkian and walked through the living room and dining room into the kitchen saw the light from the water in the pool reflected and shimmering on both the floors and ceilings.  I was awesome.  I thought, "This is the place for me." 

However, the price was out of our range and the market was slowing down to a crawl.  If we could sell ours we might be in a better negotiating position.  Our real estate agent told us that it was a little out of our range but if we waited and could be patient, anything could happen.



She called us two days later to say the sellers had dropped the price $45,000; we could afford it.  We made a plan and decided to go for it.  They accepted our contract even with the home inspection scheduled.  It would be ours; We were on cloud nine.


I had always dreamed of a house with a pool.  My favorite part of The Algonkian is that it is secluded.  The backyard abuts a common ground of forest.  There are houses with yards beyond the woods but they can't be seen in the summer.


My favorite thing about The Algonkian is sitting out in the morning sipping coffee with my husband, D and reading while the birds sing their songs to each other.  There's a woodpecker that can usually be heard.  In the background are the sounds of the gurgling spa waters that flow over the edge into the pool.  The sound of water is heavenly.