July has blessed me with 1,000 birthdays and commitments. I can’t believe that so many people have been born in the month of July. If July is the month of giving birth, than October must be the Happy Humping Month. That whisper of winter breathing down the necks of humanity must draw us to the warm body next to us.

Birthdays, my nephew had his birthday a couple of weeks ago. He was indecisive about where and what kind of party he was to have. He finally decided on McD-eath’s. Heartburn for the strongest of stomachs. Since this boy waited until last minute, his party had to wait two weekends later. The day we had planned for the (annual) Gem and Mineral Show. Hubby and I decided to go to the show and arrive late to the party. The kid wouldn’t really care as long as he received a present and is surrounded by friends, what big deal will it really be what time we arrived? So, our day went like this:

My dear soul spirit sister was invited to tag along with us. I was commissioned to make a piece of jewelry for someone in exchange for ferry tickets a few weeks back. The ticket permitted four people on the ferry for free round trip. I wasn’t going to allow the waste of a good pass without inviting others to join. The person who commissioned the jewelry piece was invited but bowed out at last second. (So, one seat on the ticket wasn’t used….) The other seat was given to my Spirit Sister. She arrived on time and we left for the show. On the ferry we kept our eyes on the open waters for Champie. (Champie: Lake Champlain’s very own lake monster.) We arrived at the show and rubbed elbows with a million other folks scoping the scene for good buys. The show was interesting and we did get a few good purchases. We didn’t stay too long because the crowd was hell and we bailed out in favor of the quiet drive home. When we arrived home my sister took off for some other errands she had to accomplish and bid us adieu. Hubby and I took off for the nephew’s party. We stopped at the mall, grabbed a mall gift certificate and a card. We arrived at the party an hour and a half late. Nephew loved the gift certificate with the understanding that we wanted to get him 2 tickets for the movies plus popcorn, drink and candy for both people and this was the only way to do so. (He was making plans of leaving the party and going to the movies right then and there. ) Hubby and I said our hellos, bought a drink and did the meet and greet. After a half hour of bullshit, my mother announced that they were all headed to the fair. We declined the invite. We went home, the rest headed to the fair. This is where it gets funny.

Later in the evening we get a phone call, over the static we heard something odd about motorcycles. Having no idea what was spoken, we hung up. Hours later my brother showed up to use the bathroom and dropped off some cotton candy for me, (nice brother). He told us that my mother and her husband bought the children miniature motorcycles. Real honest to goodness motorcycles, gas powered, helmet needed bikes. My nephew received an official orange chopper bike where niece received a pink barbie motor bike. Brother ran out without giving anymore details.

Mother finally called near midnight. She was still flying high on her impulsive purchase for the children. She explained how she had to buy her grandchildren the luxury items. Both children ran right up to the bikes and screamed in delight. Mother being a complete sucker for smiling faces, whipped out the credit card. Nephew (11 yrs. old) was apprehensive about riding it in front of others, he is a perfectionist and will practice in private before showing off. Niece jumped right on and showed the world that she is a natural. Niece (5 yrs old) found freedom and embraced it. She took right off and didn’t look behind her. Her mother ran off trying to keep up with her but wasn’t having much luck. Niece took turns and stopped like a professional. Niece wore the Harley Davidson T-shirt Grampa bought her and rode through the fair like a proud natural biker bitch. Niece is an interesting character. She loves men with tattoos, her blond hair must be hanging down, attitude in check and middle finger waving. Hubby and I have bets on how long until she shows up on some “Girls Gone Wild” video. Nephew on the other hand would rather have have a cup of tea with his pinkie pointing and munching on a petite fours. Talk about complete opposites, my dear brother is horrified. Niece even wiped down her machine and cleaned her mirrors after the ride. She is at home with that bike. A group of Harley boys who did see her riding by cheered her on and glowed with pride as if she were their own daughter. I guess they recognize their own kind right at the beginning. (Is it true MDJ?) Niece is thrilled with her bike and Grampa is buying both kids a helmet today at the Harley shop down the road.

So, today is my Grandmother’s 84th birthday. She is expecting us to arrive at her house at 7pm for tea and birthday cake. First, I have to go to my brother’s house to watch the kids on their motorcycles before traveling on. I will bring my camera and will post pictures. This will be interesting.

Another day of comedy for the Gods above……

Bright Blessings….. Bogo

July has blessed me with 1,000 birthdays and commitments. I can’t believe that so many people have been born in the month of July. If July is the month of giving birth, than October must be the Happy Humping Month. That whisper of winter breathing down the necks of humanity must draw us to the warm body next to us.

Birthdays, my nephew had his birthday a couple of weeks ago. He was indecisive about where and what kind of party he was to have. He finally decided on McD-eath’s. Heartburn for the strongest of stomachs. Since this boy waited until last minute, his party had to wait two weekends later. The day we had planned for the (annual) Gem and Mineral Show. Hubby and I decided to go to the show and arrive late to the party. The kid wouldn’t really care as long as he received a present and is surrounded by friends, what big deal will it really be what time we arrived? So, our day went like this:

My dear soul spirit sister was invited to tag along with us. I was commissioned to make a piece of jewelry for someone in exchange for ferry tickets a few weeks back. The ticket permitted four people on the ferry for free round trip. I wasn’t going to allow the waste of a good pass without inviting others to join. The person who commissioned the jewelry piece was invited but bowed out at last second. (So, one seat on the ticket wasn’t used….) The other seat was given to my Spirit Sister. She arrived on time and we left for the show. On the ferry we kept our eyes on the open waters for Champie. (Champie: Lake Champlain’s very own lake monster.) We arrived at the show and rubbed elbows with a million other folks scoping the scene for good buys. The show was interesting and we did get a few good purchases. We didn’t stay too long because the crowd was hell and we bailed out in favor of the quiet drive home. When we arrived home my sister took off for some other errands she had to accomplish and bid us adieu. Hubby and I took off for the nephew’s party. We stopped at the mall, grabbed a mall gift certificate and a card. We arrived at the party an hour and a half late. Nephew loved the gift certificate with the understanding that we wanted to get him 2 tickets for the movies plus popcorn, drink and candy for both people and this was the only way to do so. (He was making plans of leaving the party and going to the movies right then and there. ) Hubby and I said our hellos, bought a drink and did the meet and greet. After a half hour of bullshit, my mother announced that they were all headed to the fair. We declined the invite. We went home, the rest headed to the fair. This is where it gets funny.

Later in the evening we get a phone call, over the static we heard something odd about motorcycles. Having no idea what was spoken, we hung up. Hours later my brother showed up to use the bathroom and dropped off some cotton candy for me, (nice brother). He told us that my mother and her husband bought the children miniature motorcycles. Real honest to goodness motorcycles, gas powered, helmet needed bikes. My nephew received an official orange chopper bike where niece received a pink barbie motor bike. Brother ran out without giving anymore details.

Mother finally called near midnight. She was still flying high on her impulsive purchase for the children. She explained how she had to buy her grandchildren the luxury items. Both children ran right up to the bikes and screamed in delight. Mother being a complete sucker for smiling faces, whipped out the credit card. Nephew (11 yrs. old) was apprehensive about riding it in front of others, he is a perfectionist and will practice in private before showing off. Niece jumped right on and showed the world that she is a natural. Niece (5 yrs old) found freedom and embraced it. She took right off and didn’t look behind her. Her mother ran off trying to keep up with her but wasn’t having much luck. Niece took turns and stopped like a professional. Niece wore the Harley Davidson T-shirt Grampa bought her and rode through the fair like a proud natural biker bitch. Niece is an interesting character. She loves men with tattoos, her blond hair must be hanging down, attitude in check and middle finger waving. Hubby and I have bets on how long until she shows up on some “Girls Gone Wild” video. Nephew on the other hand would rather have have a cup of tea with his pinkie pointing and munching on a petite fours. Talk about complete opposites, my dear brother is horrified. Niece even wiped down her machine and cleaned her mirrors after the ride. She is at home with that bike. A group of Harley boys who did see her riding by cheered her on and glowed with pride as if she were their own daughter. I guess they recognize their own kind right at the beginning. (Is it true MDJ?) Niece is thrilled with her bike and Grampa is buying both kids a helmet today at the Harley shop down the road.

So, today is my Grandmother’s 84th birthday. She is expecting us to arrive at her house at 7pm for tea and birthday cake. First, I have to go to my brother’s house to watch the kids on their motorcycles before traveling on. I will bring my camera and will post pictures. This will be interesting.

Another day of comedy for the Gods above……

Bright Blessings….. Bogo

Lately, my time has been consumed looking through Ebay’s different haunted items for sale. Some of the objects have an interesting story behind them. I love to see orbs or streaks in the pictures the sellers provide. Some of the sellers use the word haunted just to make a fast few dollars. I also believe that some sellers really do have a “haunted” item and just wish to get it out of their lives. I haven’t had the privilege of purchasing any known haunted items. I did buy a bell, from an auction, that freaked me out after receiving it in the mail. I passed it on to a friend who did find the piece warm and appealing. She hasn’t had any spirit activity from the bell but her mother does haunt her family home.

Anyhow, I was surprised that there were so many different items for sale that the sellers were claiming to be haunted. Personally, I can understand a rocking chair being haunted, a bedroom set, or a stuffed animal. People use these items for comfort. Dolls are another item that I can honestly say do hold attachments. Most little girls consider their dollies to be their best friend. When a child passes on from something (or somehow), the doll remains and the child stays with the beloved friend. Living people have intense feelings about dolls, (especially clown dolls). You either hate them or love them. I am the kind that hates dolls, especially dolls with eyes. I believe that some dolls do have a way of having a soul of their own. Eyes reflect the soul, that is why we look into people’s eyes when looking for truth. We are looking into the soul of a person for an answer. Doll’s eyes are cold, ruthless, dead. Some doll’s eyes may chill a person right down to their underpants. The select few dolls that seem to have a soul of their own don’t always have positive energies around them. The air of hostility radiates from them. I need to research this further for more understanding and proof. We have an older model digital camera. I think I am going to start taking pictures of dolls to see what materializes on print.

In the month of September, I am in charge of a spirit photography showing at a new age shop called the Crystal Caboose, in West Chazy, NY. I have a variety of different shots of my own to present with a few stories attached. I am collecting as many people’s pictures and stories for the presentation as I am able to. No financial funds are being made from the presentation so this is just a showing, no sales, no cost to the viewer or owner of pictures. All credit is given to the person who owns the pictures. All photos will be returned at the end of the month. Cameras will not be permitted, we will respect all copy-right issues. If there is anyone who is interested in participating, please email me or leave a comment here so I may email you privately.

If you have any ghost stories out there, please write about them. I love to read about other’s experiences.

Bright Blessings…. Bogo

This morning I woke up to a herd of elephants running throughout the house. My dogs got that wild hair up their butt and decided to tromp through the bedroom. Nothing like waking up bright and early to the sound of thunder. Fric and Frac still have that wild hair up their butt. At present writing moment, a neighbor’s dog is loose and Frac is barking her typical WOOF! Fric is climbing all over the couch to get a better view of the new playmate. Life here can seem like a 3 ring side show.

I have most of my chores done, still need to shower and run the vacuum through the house. I am due at my grandmother’s for tea at 12:30. I must run to the grocery store for her, she needs some cake for their tea. My list of errands consist of a visit to the bank as well. So far the sky looks beautiful, maybe we won’t get that rain storm until tonight. Damn, I forgot to ask Hubby to take off for next Friday, there is a Gem and Mineral Show in Vermont that I wish to go to. My brother called yesterday and kindly informed me that my nephew’s birthday party is the 24th, (his birthday is today actually) but couldn’t get a party with McDonald’s until the 24th. We had plans for the 24th so that screwed our plans up royally. The boy couldn’t make up his mind for what kind of party he wanted and waited last minute for a decision. (He is 11 today.)

Oh Wow! Two blue herons just flew over the house. I love watching them fly, so huge and graceful. Maybe, today will be a good day.

This weekend I played babysitter to the german sheppard next door. Bear is a friendly critter who loves me with all his heart. Unfortunately, he knew “Mommy and Daddy” were out for the evening and he decided to bark all weekend. We have a neighbor who lives next door and hates hearing the dog bark. She complains constantly about it. People in glass houses should not throw stones. She has a cat that torments Bear, causing him to bark. She lets this cat roam loose with no respect to anyone else. I have complained to her about her beast urinating and defecating in my flower beds. She lives on a major road and it is a miracle that the cat hasn’t been flattened to death by a dump truck. The feline torments even my dogs, and it is only a day away when Fric sinks her teeth into teasing pussy-cat. This feline gets into fights right under my bedroom window. I love waking up to the sound of cats screaming their political views. I would put out a live trap but the fear of catching a skunk doesn’t appeal to me. Like I have written before, I have a petting zoo here. New members stopping in all the time.

The Petting Zoo: We now have living in our yard:
a skunk
a hare (or two)
chipmunks
doves
moles
robins
blue jays
an occasional hawk that visits
2 dogs and other loose dogs that wander over
the neighbor’s cat
fish
fox
toads
occasional porcupine
(I forgot about the penguin and the polar bear)

I think that is it for the time being. When I moved in here, I did a sacred circle of protection. After the circle of protection, every animal in the world decided to move in. We are now a breeding ground for black swallowtail butterflies (honestly, on my parsley and dill plants). I do not live in the middle of the woods with a mile long driveway. I live in suburbia but the town is surrounded by woods, apple orchards and mountains. This is why we have a mountain lion that roams through town. If I wake up to a giraffe in the yard, I would not be surprised.

I have to jump into the shower, I have a long day ahead of me. Hope you all have fun.

Bright Blessings… Bogo

I never realized how many hours can fly by while reading other people’s diaries. I have spent a better part of 4 hours reading and commenting. Now I realized why I don’t update as often as I should. I would never be off the computer!

While reading Becoming’s diary, she spoke about dog grooming. I have had my own fair share of funny experiences in that department. We had an Akita named Cassie. She needed her nails cut so Hubby and I decided one day to tackle that problem. We had hardwood floors through out the house and her nails were scratching it up. I loved the floors dearly and kept them so polished you could see your reflection by looking down. So, we laid Cassie down on her side (while stuffing her face with treats), held her paw and started trimming away. We were down to the last nail (back paw)and she decided to kick at the same time I squeezed the handle. Instead of trimming off a quarter of a inch I got a bit more and it started to bleed. That is an understatement, I poured blood all over my floors. We grabbed the flour can and stuck her foot in it. The blood didn’t stop. (A perfect base for gravy.) We grabbed a bunch of gauze and wrapped her foot up. Took her to the vets and they stopped the bleeding right away. I am not new at giving a manicure to a dog so this wasn’t a newbie’s mistake. This can happen to anyone. There is a main vein in each claw of a dog’s paw. If you cut too far up the dog’s nail, the nail will bleed and bleed and bleed. Through this experience I discovered that blood isn’t easy to clean up. It will congeal around the edges right away and stick/stain hardwood floors. If it dries, your screwed. I used everything under the sun trying to get the blood up. After much elbow grease and gentle cleaners I succeeded in getting it up without ruining the floors. I guess you can say that I had a guardian angel on my shoulder who knew how to clean up blood. I really don’t wish to know how or why this angel has that information.

I have now learned my lesson with manicures on dogs. I make an appointment with the vet. No headaches involved, no messes to clean and the vet is the bad guy/girl. Life could not be simpler. KISS: Keep It Simple, Stupid.

This is my learning lesson to share with all of you. Now back to finishing up on reading everyone’s diary and saying HI.

Bright Blessings……….. Bogo

I have a new nickname for my boss. His new nickname is Chicken Little. He runs around screaming that there is an emergency everyday. It is fraying my nerves. We get a notice in the mail for DSL being offered by a phone company in the area. He demands that I call ASAP, as in Right Now, This Very Minute!!!! I call the phone company (which is a rip off to begin with) and speak to the representative. Amy answers the line. The very moment she is beginning to explain the pricing there is a beep on the second line. Chicken Little hangs up on Amy, yanks the phone out of my hand and chats with the other person. Thirty seconds later, he is off the line and hands the phone back to me to RECALL the phone company to find out about the DSL…???? This time I finally get through and chat with Sherry. Sherry is out of patience by the time I get to chat with her. She informs us that it will cost $70 a month in addition to the basic/long distance phone service. Thieves. I begged Chicken Little to forget the phone company and go with cable plus Vontage. The cable internet package is $50 a month and Vontage is $40 a month (unlimited calls). He will lose his favorite little phone number but he will save a tremendous amount of money. His ear is connected to the phone 24/7. If Hubby calls me at work with a real emergency, Chicken Little demands that Hubby calls back in a half hour because he is on the phone chatting with some sales man about copiers that he does NOT intend to purchase. Chicken Little LOVES his phone. If I need to make a phone call about a discrepancy with an accounts payable, I must beg to get 5 minutes of phone time. Chicken Little is driving me nuts.

Don’t mistaken my venting as hatred or disliking the man, he is a decent person. He is kind, full of laughter and good hearted. This man is also a micro second from getting his throat throttled. I am starting to have fantasies. I see my tiny hands wrapped around his thick neck and squeezing tight until his blue eyes pop out like one of those stress toys sold at Spencer Gifts. “Retype this letter 175 times?” AAGGGHHHH.

Chicken Little was frantic today. Chicken Little acts like the world is coming to an end. Chicken Little knew he pushed my limit and gave me a bottle of merlot to take home for the Hubby and I. (Sometimes a gentle gift of kindness can save his ass.) Oh Well.

Hubby was happy with the Merlot but not happy that I refused to go with him to get the subs from the deli up the road. I was already stripped down to my panties and t-shirt. Forget going out, forget getting dressed. I am tired and recovering from saving the World. I am an Executive Secretary/Office Manager. I am the woman who saves the planet with a heavy foot on the gas petal racing the minutes to make the bank for a deposit. I am the woman who jumps mountains to make it to the post office to mail out his renewal of Old Mills magazine. I am the woman who types a million letters a minute and sips a cup of coffee with her left foot. I am a super hero in his mind.

Let’s face it folks, I am a super hero. I am a wife. Women out there know when you take care of another life/lives you become a superhero. You must master multitasking, organization, and telepathy in order to keep your household running smoothly. You must master the art of laundry with feeding hungry mouths. You must be able to appear out of thin air at the slightest whimper. You must be able to find keys lost by another by just walking into a room. You are a superhero because you can’t pee standing up as an option (unless you wish to pee on your ankles or pretty shoes). You are a super hero because you can do anything you wish and still dress lovely for a party at 9 pm. Today’s woman is a super hero. So, rip off that bra, grab a cup of tea and eat some bonbons in front of the computer monitor. You deserve it.

We will now return to your regular scheduled program.

I have a new nickname for my boss. His new nickname is Chicken Little. He runs around screaming that there is an emergency everyday. It is fraying my nerves. We get a notice in the mail for DSL being offered by a phone company in the area. He demands that I call ASAP, as in Right Now, This Very Minute!!!! I call the phone company (which is a rip off to begin with) and speak to the representative. Amy answers the line. The very moment she is beginning to explain the pricing there is a beep on the second line. Chicken Little hangs up on Amy, yanks the phone out of my hand and chats with the other person. Thirty seconds later, he is off the line and hands the phone back to me to RECALL the phone company to find out about the DSL…???? This time I finally get through and chat with Sherry. Sherry is out of patience by the time I get to chat with her. She informs us that it will cost $70 a month in addition to the basic/long distance phone service. Thieves. I begged Chicken Little to forget the phone company and go with cable plus Vontage. The cable internet package is $50 a month and Vontage is $40 a month (unlimited calls). He will lose his favorite little phone number but he will save a tremendous amount of money. His ear is connected to the phone 24/7. If Hubby calls me at work with a real emergency, Chicken Little demands that Hubby calls back in a half hour because he is on the phone chatting with some sales man about copiers that he does NOT intend to purchase. Chicken Little LOVES his phone. If I need to make a phone call about a discrepancy with an accounts payable, I must beg to get 5 minutes of phone time. Chicken Little is driving me nuts.

Don’t mistaken my venting as hatred or disliking the man, he is a decent person. He is kind, full of laughter and good hearted. This man is also a micro second from getting his throat throttled. I am starting to have fantasies. I see my tiny hands wrapped around his thick neck and squeezing tight until his blue eyes pop out like one of those stress toys sold at Spencer Gifts. “Retype this letter 175 times?” AAGGGHHHH.

Chicken Little was frantic today. Chicken Little acts like the world is coming to an end. Chicken Little knew he pushed my limit and gave me a bottle of merlot to take home for the Hubby and I. (Sometimes a gentle gift of kindness can save his ass.) Oh Well.

Hubby was happy with the Merlot but not happy that I refused to go with him to get the subs from the deli up the road. I was already stripped down to my panties and t-shirt. Forget going out, forget getting dressed. I am tired and recovering from saving the World. I am an Executive Secretary/Office Manager. I am the woman who saves the planet with a heavy foot on the gas petal racing the minutes to make the bank for a deposit. I am the woman who jumps mountains to make it to the post office to mail out his renewal of Old Mills magazine. I am the woman who types a million letters a minute and sips a cup of coffee with her left foot. I am a super hero in his mind.

Let’s face it folks, I am a super hero. I am a wife. Women out there know when you take care of another life/lives you become a superhero. You must master multitasking, organization, and telepathy in order to keep your household running smoothly. You must master the art of laundry with feeding hungry mouths. You must be able to appear out of thin air at the slightest whimper. You must be able to find keys lost by another by just walking into a room. You are a superhero because you can’t pee standing up as an option (unless you wish to pee on your ankles or pretty shoes). You are a super hero because you can do anything you wish and still dress lovely for a party at 9 pm. Today’s woman is a super hero. So, rip off that bra, grab a cup of tea and eat some bonbons in front of the computer monitor. You deserve it.

We will now return to your regular scheduled program.

I have a new nickname for my boss. His new nickname is Chicken Little. He runs around screaming that there is an emergency everyday. It is fraying my nerves. We get a notice in the mail for DSL being offered by a phone company in the area. He demands that I call ASAP, as in Right Now, This Very Minute!!!! I call the phone company (which is a rip off to begin with) and speak to the representative. Amy answers the line. The very moment she is beginning to explain the pricing there is a beep on the second line. Chicken Little hangs up on Amy, yanks the phone out of my hand and chats with the other person. Thirty seconds later, he is off the line and hands the phone back to me to RECALL the phone company to find out about the DSL…???? This time I finally get through and chat with Sherry. Sherry is out of patience by the time I get to chat with her. She informs us that it will cost $70 a month in addition to the basic/long distance phone service. Thieves. I begged Chicken Little to forget the phone company and go with cable plus Vontage. The cable internet package is $50 a month and Vontage is $40 a month (unlimited calls). He will lose his favorite little phone number but he will save a tremendous amount of money. His ear is connected to the phone 24/7. If Hubby calls me at work with a real emergency, Chicken Little demands that Hubby calls back in a half hour because he is on the phone chatting with some sales man about copiers that he does NOT intend to purchase. Chicken Little LOVES his phone. If I need to make a phone call about a discrepancy with an accounts payable, I must beg to get 5 minutes of phone time. Chicken Little is driving me nuts.

Don’t mistaken my venting as hatred or disliking the man, he is a decent person. He is kind, full of laughter and good hearted. This man is also a micro second from getting his throat throttled. I am starting to have fantasies. I see my tiny hands wrapped around his thick neck and squeezing tight until his blue eyes pop out like one of those stress toys sold at Spencer Gifts. “Retype this letter 175 times?” AAGGGHHHH.

Chicken Little was frantic today. Chicken Little acts like the world is coming to an end. Chicken Little knew he pushed my limit and gave me a bottle of merlot to take home for the Hubby and I. (Sometimes a gentle gift of kindness can save his ass.) Oh Well.

Hubby was happy with the Merlot but not happy that I refused to go with him to get the subs from the deli up the road. I was already stripped down to my panties and t-shirt. Forget going out, forget getting dressed. I am tired and recovering from saving the World. I am an Executive Secretary/Office Manager. I am the woman who saves the planet with a heavy foot on the gas petal racing the minutes to make the bank for a deposit. I am the woman who jumps mountains to make it to the post office to mail out his renewal of Old Mills magazine. I am the woman who types a million letters a minute and sips a cup of coffee with her left foot. I am a super hero in his mind.

Let’s face it folks, I am a super hero. I am a wife. Women out there know when you take care of another life/lives you become a superhero. You must master multitasking, organization, and telepathy in order to keep your household running smoothly. You must master the art of laundry with feeding hungry mouths. You must be able to appear out of thin air at the slightest whimper. You must be able to find keys lost by another by just walking into a room. You are a superhero because you can’t pee standing up as an option (unless you wish to pee on your ankles or pretty shoes). You are a super hero because you can do anything you wish and still dress lovely for a party at 9 pm. Today’s woman is a super hero. So, rip off that bra, grab a cup of tea and eat some bonbons in front of the computer monitor. You deserve it.

We will now return to your regular scheduled program.

The other day Hubby and I went to a family friend’s yard sale. He was selling a riding lawn mower for $100. We bought it in a heartbeat. Yesterday, Hubby was riding around the yard showing off. He has now triggered the lawn mower wars with the neighbor. We have a neighbor who likes to mow half of our lawn when he mows his. This leaves us with a funny looking yard covered in short dead grass. So, back to the story, while Hubby was mowing, he kindly did the same favor to that neighbor. Ten minutes later, that neighbor was out mowing as well. Men and their riding lawn mowers, the enigma.

Last night we had Greek chicken pitas for dinner. I made a homemade tzitiki sauce with yogurt and didn’t like the flavor as much. I hope to make it next time with a mixture of yogurt and sour cream and see if the flavor is better. I am hooked on that sauce. The chicken was marinated with olive oil, paprika, salt, onion powder, garlic and fresh lemon juice. We grilled it to perfection, cut it up into chunks, placed it on the pita with olives, lettuce, and tomato. Dinner was delicious.

Tonight I am looking at making a sour cream and dill sauce for sliced, brined cucumbers, corn on the cob and bar-b-que ribs. I am also thinking about adding homemade coleslaw for the side. I love a dinner that is loaded with vegetables instead of starches. There is nothing better than ribs for the 4th of July. I am not sure where we are going to see the fireworks so everything is still up in the air. Nothing like waiting until last minute.

Well, it is almost noon and I need to get started on my day. I hope everyone has a safe and enjoyable 4th. Eat plenty, drink well and stay happy.

Bright Blessings……… Bogo