Bab's Just A Babblin'
One. Frost last night. Thankful I covered all my pots.
Two. Success. Made biscotti yesterday. Cappucino-Milk Chocolate-Pecan.
Three. Working on our glamping event. Made crystal garland to drape. Grapevine wired hanfles for mason jar chandeliers.
Four. Emptied everything out of coat closet and sorted and purged. Wash. Dryclean. Goodwill. One down about Ten to go.
Five. Commitment free week. Was wonderful.
Have a fabulous weekend. Do something Spontaneous and Fun!
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So Friday morning I see this on Facebook - The Urban Farmgirl! How awesome is this. Seventy-eight vendors in one place and several of them bloggers that I have followed.
Richard comes home from running errands and being the fabulous guy he is....we pack an overnight bag, jump in the car and hit the road.
We stopped in New Buffalo for a little fuel.....uh oh....technical difficulty.
I moved my pictures from my iPad to my IMac and now the photos I was hoping to post are gone.
Anyway, we stopped in New Buffalo at the Stray Dog and had an awesome bloody mary. We continued on our journey. What should have been a four and a half hour drive ended up being sic and a half. The GPS took us right through the heart of Chicago....I90 during rush hour. AWFUL TRAFFIC..bumper to bumper for miles amd miles.
We arrived at our hotel about 6:30 pm. Checked in and went across the street to The Alchemy. Had a great wood- fired pizza. It was called Beauty and the Beast. YUM! Couple white cheeses on an olive oil crust, onions, mushrooms, steak, pears, blue cheese, arugala and balsamic and walnuts. delicious.
Next morning we went to the market. The day was gorgeous. The event well organized, clean, fun, and lots of variety. It was fun seeing familiar faces. The booths were packed with people. I came home with a few goodies. I will photograph them and show you a bit later. Pics are gone!
The trip home was much better. Only four and a half hours. Smooth sailing through Chicago this time.
My husband was such a trooper....just rolling with the punches! We had fun but not ready for another long road trip real soon. We were nearly to Iowa....I thought it was just a few miles from Chicago. Oh well....made for a good story.
Sharing the day with my Mother and siblings.
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| My niece Jessie too! |
Wishing the other Mom's in my world lots of love......
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| My dear friend Lynne! |
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| Jackie and her daughters |
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| My favorite sister.in.law Marlene |
Please take a moment to reflect on the mothers in your life...and realize the blessings they've showered upon you.
We are so excited. We have new visitors in our yard. Rose-breasted Grosbecks. Yes!
This is the male. Why are they always the prettier ones? The females have been hanging out also. They are brown. Plain.
This is the first time they have been around. Hope they like us and stay awhile!
A friend of mine, Roberta King and her husband, Mike Miesch had a son named Noah. Noah was born with cerebral palsy. He lived to the age of seventeen and died from a complication of pneumonia. Noah just could no longer fight.
A year or so after his death, Roberta attended a seminar for her work in California. A woman she barely new struck up a conversation. Asking the standard questions, the woman asks "do you have children?" Roberta replies, "Yes, a son and daughter. ". How old? She replied my son is 17. Is he going to college after graduation? Roberta replies, " to the U of M" (That is where he always wanted to go). What will he study? Again, Roberta replies, "veterinary medicine or aerospace "' again things Noah dreamed of. Does he have outside interests? Roberta replies, "He plays a harp." Well, she thought he's in heaven now and that's what they play up there. This mild acquaintance had no idea Roberta had just lost her son and Roberta could not share, with a fleeting acquaintance,the rawness of emotion that was a part of her life now...her child had died.
This past Saturday, I attended a kick-off launch of her book. She had a book signing and reading at a local grief and healing center.
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| Roberta King |
The book is so well written. It will make you cry (The first chapter details the gut wrenching story of the day Noah died and the process of signing the DO NOT RESUSITATE order). It continues with various life stories that will make you laugh, smile, and admire.
Roberta's story is admirable yet the love of a mother, father and son that shines through, warms your heart to no end. The cover art work was done by Mike, Noah's father.
It is a quick read as well as a must read. He Plays A Harp by Roberta F. King. Enjoy!
I just signed up for the Vintage Camper Show at Hoffmaster State Park. We got one of the few sites left so that means lots of other people showing off their pride and joy.
Now what?
I need to primp, big time. And quick. Inside and out! Please send me your ideas! Leila's going to be display! YIKES!
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