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It slips by us so fast, from the beauty of a bright sunrise to the flaming rays of the loveliest sunset. Time…
Saturday Scavenger Photo
Maribeth’s Punch
The day before make an ice circle in a jello mold. In the mold place maraschino cherries, frozen blueberries, sliced oranges, limes, lemons, and pour over enough ginger ale to cover all the fruit.
5 min 5 min prep
1- 12 ounce can of frozen Lemonade
1- 12 ounce can of frozen Orange juice
1- 12 ounce can of frozen Limeade
1/4 gallon of orange sherbet
1- 2 liter bottle diet 7-Up
1 bottle Martini’s Alcohol Free Sparkling Cider (white grape is best)
I assure you now. Make this for your next party and there won’t be a drop left!
Photo courtesy of my cousin, Fond of Photography
Fabulous Friday!
While we recover from eating all that turkey, stuffing and apple pie, we thought that today’s entry could come to you via Beth over at “Diary of a Playgroup Dropout”. She is featuring Greta this week on Fabulous Friday! Go on over and say “Hi” to Beth and check out the adorable Miss Greta in her pre-pregnancy days!
Thursday 13 #29
Thirteen Things That Are Said On Thanksgiving Day
1. Do I have to get up to stuff the turkey and put it in the oven now?
2. Mmmmmm. It smells good in here.
3. Do I have to set the table now?
4. Mmmmmm. It smells so good in here.
5. Is it time to get out all the good dishes for the dinner?
6. Mmmmmm. It smells good in here.
7. When do we eat?
8. Not until then?
9. Do we have enough silverware for everyone?
10. Mmmmmm. It smells good in here.
11. I can hardly wait for the chestnut dressing.
12. Time to eat!
13. I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!!!
Life, Turkey’s And Dogs
Winter suddenly arrived last night when our temperatures dipped into the low 20’s. I was wearing my new fleece dachshund pajamas that my sister gave me, but when Greta got me up at 4 AM to go outside and commune, in the dark, with nature, I really froze my butt off! Once inside, I raced back to bed and dove under the warm heavy blankets!
Today we took the grocery list in hand and headed to the market to purchase all we will need for Thanksgiving. The stores were actually not too bad. We were able to get in, shop and check out quickly. Then we packed up the car with our groceries and a 17 ½ pound turkey into the car and headed home.
Emily came over and we made pizza and planned our cooking. Tomorrow we will make the stuffing and the pies and peel the vegetables and set the table. Thursday we will cook the turkey, and making the appetizers.
This morning when I was due to leave and pick up Hubby to go and shop, Fritz decided to take off. He was gone for some time and I finally got into the car and went looking for him. Unfortunately I found him very close to a main road. It scared the heck out of me and I yelled at him until my vocal chords were strained! It really added some excitement to my day!
The little mother to be, Greta is doing well and getting bigger every day. Her appetite has increased and I am afraid I will have to start feeding her a third small meal, at noon.
Oh yes. I’ve definitely felt the puppies move!
Turkey’s
Recipes have been pulled out and lists have been made for tomorrow’s grand foray to the grocery store. There, I will hunt down and capture the great American 20 pound turkey! On Wednesday I have a full day of baking planned. I cannot even begin to say how excited I am.
You see, although many people love Christmas best, or Easter best or even Halloween best, for me it’s Thanksgiving! All of my life I have lived for Thanksgiving.
I love the food, the smells, the laughter and most of all the sharing.
Yes, the sharing of the food, smells and the laughter!
So tomorrow starts the countdown to our Thanksgiving feast. My cousin Janet, her brother and my Uncle arrive Thanksgiving morning. So many of my best and happiest Thanksgivings have been spent with them, so I am really happy they are coming.
We’ll also be having Emily’s family, and our friends L&B. Everyone is bringing something to contribute and I think this makes it even better!
So what are everyone’s plans for Turkey Day?
A good friend of mine, Goofy Girl worked really hard and designed a wonderful blog page for Dackel Princess Puppies. This is the web site I use to write just about Greta and her babies and will be the place I send perspective buyers to see Greta’s offspring.
Go on over and see Dackel Princess Puppies and tell me what you think.
Goofy Girl did such a great job and I am so thrilled with the pages. I showed them to Greta who jumped as far as her short little legs could move her, with joy!
Thank you so much Goofy Girl! You are so talented and so sweet for doing this for me and for Greta!
Baby Greta
My Little Pot Bellied Greta
There are times I feel that my dogs conspire to keep me home. Sometimes it’s Fritz, who can get into trouble faster than the speed of light. In the past when I was planning to go away he has, gotten an eye infection, sliced his neck open and refused to eat.
Today I had a 9 AM appointment to get my hair done. Nothing big, just a little color and a light trim. I would have been gone for about an hour, or an hour and a half, at the most.
Greta started in during breakfast.
First she barked to go out. So I took her. No sooner had we gotten in, then she started back for the door with that awful hang-dog look that usually precedes vomiting. I rushed to the door, grabbed my coat and rushed her outside. She paced back and forth. She went to the stream and got a drink of cool water, she sat down and got up again. She stood looking helplessly at me. Finally I got her back in the house and went to eat my breakfast. Greta climbed into my lap. She was shaking violently and then she tried to climb my body.
Now I was freaking out. What was wrong? I was worried that she had the equivalent to Preeclampsia (yes there is such a thing). I grabbed the phone and put a call in to my Vet. I left all the information and waited for a return call.
While I waited I had Greta in my lap. Quietly, I spoke to her as I stroked her fur. I could feel her relaxing under my fingers.
The Vet finally called back and asked me if I had felt any puppy movement yet? I said I thought I had, but wasn’t sure. He said it was one of two things. Either the puppies were moving and surprising Greta, in many ways scaring her, or she actually could be having the doggy equivalent of Braxton Hicks contractions, otherwise known as false labor. Who knew doggies could have that, as well?
I sat with her for a long time and let her rest. She returned to normal and all was well. Except I never did get my hair done. Oh well, my girl needed me and as you all know, I would do anything for her, even cancel my hair appointment!
Saturday Scavenger Photo
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Me, with my dear Greta on the day she received her perfect score at the dog show. Greta was given the opportunity to collect a prize for her hard work. She selected this PLUSH dog toy. Which she loves.
Why It’s Great To Be 48
As today is my birthday, I was trying to gather my thoughts and put into words why it’s great to be 48, when I found myself sort of stumped. Sure, I could start with a joke like:
It’s great to be 48 because you never have to worry about getting carded when buying liquor and having to dig around in the bottom of your purse and not being able to find your ID. (Trust me, no one asks to see it anymore!)
But I don’t drink so the joke was somewhat contrived and hollow. Then I thought of one that was a little bit funnier:
It’s great to be 48 because menopause hits and you no longer have to spend thousands of dollars on vacations to heat up your body in the Caribbean. A hot flash at 2 AM does the same thing for free!
But that didn’t do it for me either.
I think the best way to describe why it is great to be 48 is that I am all grown up. I know who I am, what I want in my life and I love the people and the pets I am sharing my life with. My life is good, I am happy and in return, I am well loved.
I remember in my youth thinking that 48 was VERY OLD, one foot in the grave, but now I feel young and vital and full of life. 48 is just the beginning!
Yes, it is Great To Be 48!!!