A Landmark

If you are from Central Ohio or have ever traveled through this region, you recognize this landmark.  This is Young's Jersey Dairy and it is a goldmine of enviable proportions.  When this ice cream store, farm restaurant, petting zoo, putting course, batting range, megaplex opened, I was just a little girl.  I remember when it was just a little storefront in front of the barn where they sold the best and I do mean THE BEST ice cream cones around.  Over the course of my lifetime I have watched each new incarnation and each new addition with awe.  And you know what is so great?  They've managed to keep the idea that family memories are special and have created just a place for those to be formed.

Now, my friends not from around here can probably not understand the draw of the place, but we Ohioans know a wonderful thing when we see it.  Keep up the good work, Mr. Young. 

Now make mine a cow paddie double dip on a sugar cone, if you please.

Equal time for my kids

So, yesterday I put up a picture of my son and I thought it only fitting to today present a recent picture of my daughter, Laura.  Pretty girl.  Lovely person.

I'm very proud of both of my children.  They're both independent, strong willed and strong minded people.  Aside from being a proud mother, I'm also happy to say that I LIKE both children.  As much as I love them, I like them as individuals as well.  I don't get to spend as much time with this girl as I'd like since she lives over 500 miles away, but we manage to talk nearly every day, thank you Verizon.

Laura was named after my deceased Grandma Currey who was another beautiful woman, although I did not give her the same middle name. 

Everyone should have their own identity.

Last September's big wedding

I'm attempting something new today; sending this from an email.  I may just be able to keep up if I blog this way. 

I have attached a photo of my son, Joe, from his wedding last September.  Handsome fella.  Has a gorgeous bride, too.  So I'm a happy Mom/Mother-in-law. 

Now, let's see if this experiment works, shall we?

Friday evening ramblings

Things I hate:
Smokers standing next to a 'No Smoking' sign while toking away. Duh.

Boys and men with their pants half way down their thighs
...no belt...holding them up with one hand...or constantly tugging them up...or worse yet with the belt around their thighs, too. I have no desire to see your junk or your trunk. Pull them up and keep them there before I bring my staple gun and do a number on you.

Girls and women walking around in broad daylight in pajama pants and camisoles
...or fluffy house slippers. It's not a sleepover. Put some clothes on. And while you're at it, hide the girls. I have a pair of my own, I don't need to see yours. And for the record, mine are better.

Cars rolling by blasting rap with thumpers at full throttle. I don't want to have to listen to your music any more than you want to hear mine. (There goes one now...)

Cars that sit and burn rubber (like that's suppose to impress me?) I'm fifty-five for pity's sake. I see you. You're an idiot.

People shooting off fireworks at 2am when I have to work that morning and get up at 5:30. I want to record it and then play it at full blast under their windows when they've had their lights out for about an hour. Revenge is sweet.

People throwing their dinner or car trash out into the middle of the street. Have you never heard of a trash can? Geez.

Dirty diapers dumped in a parking lot where I've just parked. (I repeat, trash can.)

Seeing babies, in a diaper, filthy, riding in a cart at the store. Soap is cheap. Clean that baby up.
While you're at it, take a bath yourself.

Okay, I've vented some of it. Thank you for listening. We return you to your regular programming.