tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80402234487060252312024-02-19T00:13:08.670-08:00Quilting Ranny's RamblingsQuiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.comBlogger2255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-7320660683649058072018-12-09T08:27:00.000-08:002018-12-09T08:27:03.298-08:00Counting My Blessings<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is my little kitchen. It doesn't look like much, but it is mine. It doesn't allow me to use 2 pots on my stove at once, but it allows me to cook. It doesn't have much counter space, but things can be rearranged. I must constantly be moving things around to accomodate other things, but I have a place to cook, to prepare my meals and it is my home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The photo you see is last night as I was preparing spaghetti and a salad and my counter became quite full and I was becoming frustrated to where everything would go so nothing fell on the floor or worse (yes it has happened), the sink cutting board didn't slip and let my food go into my dish water.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">You can see next to the stove, my tall pull out pantry, it is stocked with canned goods, peanut butter, other pantry items. Next to it with the picture a grandchild's friend drew for me is on the fridge, it holds cold milk, my refillable water bottles, eggs, fruit, veggies and those amazing left overs.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, it is small and yes I complain at times wanting a bigger kitchen, wanting my quilting room back, wanting my old life back, then I realize I have so much more than those people that lost everything in the blink of an eye in the Camp Fire of Paradise, CA some watched their neighbors burn to death, others pulled out of their drives in time to see their homes go up in flames and I think, I am warm, dry today, I have food, I can go to church. I am thankful!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">A few months ago, our dog pulled her ACL and it required XRays and medications to the tune of over $1000. The vet wants to do surgery, but we can't afford the $2800 plus he said she would need the other leg done probably as well.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had to sell all of my quilting supplies I had gathered over the past 13 years to pay the vet bill, so I can't quilt, I cry about loosing all of that but in reality it is just stuff, but with that stuff, I would be helping others and now, I can't.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My heart breaks because I am warm, I have food, I have a home to call my own. The people in Paradise have nothing left, it has been over a month and they still can't go to see their homes and yet looters have made it in. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">When you sit down tonight to eat your dinner, think of these people who are living in tents, living 10 to 14 people in a hotel room and have nothing left.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">When you do, if you are a quilter or make afghans, email me and I will let you know how to reach out and bless a family.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Being grateful is something I am daily as this is what is left of my mom and step dad's home in Magalia just up the hill as they say from Paradise! Everything at 84 years old he has ever owned gone, in the blink of an eye!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is Birdie, she is my CanAm Spyder RT and to be honest, I have no idea how she got the name Birdie, but after I saw a Hummingbird fly by her, she seemed to name herself!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">On this particular day the hubby and I had decided to ride up to Mt. Rainer, but as is the case on a Sunday in the early fall, there is more traffic than my novice riding skills wanted to handle so we decided to take the back road to Packwood.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"> **Note to self and others, don't do that without a truck!**</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I took my 3 wheel endorsement training when we were going to head to Sturgis in case I needed to bring the trike back I could, but after 13 days of looking at the back of hubbies helmet, I wanted my own and this is what hubby gifted me with.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I can't quilt right now because I had to sell everything to pay off a vet bill for our dog, so this is what I do when I need to unwind and destress.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">However, as much as I love riding, when it dipped into the teens this week, hubby said, wash her up and lock her up. So birdie is resting comfortably in a heated unit until spring!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Wintering to all my friends! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-30261059811316556362018-12-08T15:35:00.002-08:002018-12-08T16:52:25.856-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">These are just 2 of the amazing faces I have seen since the Paradise fire devastated and destroyed so many homes and sadly lives.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was blessed to be able to find 2 amazing quilters in Kathy and Lynn that stepped up and sent quilts to this family.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We still have a need for first responders and their families, please contact me and I will give you someone you can reach out to and bless.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-84771963726987652002018-09-15T15:15:00.000-07:002018-12-08T16:52:25.884-08:00Day #2...Oregon, Idaho and Hot, Hot, HotQuiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-25447433546289253262018-09-13T10:48:00.001-07:002018-09-15T15:12:02.702-07:00My 13 Day Journey On The Back of a Harley Trike<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">On July 30, 2018 my husband and I embarked on the first vacation we have had since 2001. Only this time instead of flying to our destination, we took our Harley trike on an amazing adventure.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Since we had been planning this trip for quite awhile and our destination was the Sturgis 2018 Bike Rally in Sturgis, South Dakota, I was excited and a bit nervous.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">You see, I suffer from chronic pain having arthritis, Fibromyalgia and have suffered since October 2017 with severe pain in my right side that 5 doctors, 2 physical therapists, 4 rounds of steroids has not taken care of the issue. My fear was I would have to get on a plane and come home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We were also leaving our 17 year old granddaughter to house sit during this time with other responsibilities she had such as ensuring our dog got her meds, a friends farm animals were fed and watered and driving 2.5 hours to her sisters camp graduation. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here we are at the house preparing to leave. The trailer was full with a complete first aid kit that had everything in it from allergy medications (oral and topical), to tweezers and scissors. My hubby laughed when he saw anti-nausea and diarrhea medications, but it was a long trip and I don't like surprises.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Also, if you look at our jackets, you will see the Phoenix patch, this was generously sent to us by Kathie Purkey who is Billy Warneke's mom one of the Granite Mountain Hotshots that perished June 30, 2013. I went to Victoria who is Billies sister and Kathie's daughter and she asked to have them sent to us as Kathie was out of town. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">These patches we wear with honor because we know the sacrifice these men and their families made and I tell everyone who asks me about them how they can support hot shot teams! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The first day we traveled from our home near Olympia, WA to a small town in Oregon and let me tell you, the eastern side of Oregon was so hot, I thought I was going to die and that is no exaggeration.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"> This is across the road from the Subway in Pendleton,Oregon, no more beautiful green tree's, it is more high desert in the area and we never did see any signs for the Pendleton wool mill.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">It got so warm at one point in the trip we stopped for gas and there was this wonderful little park across the street with a lake, we shed our leathers and laid out in the cool grass for a bit.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reluctantly, I got back on the bike, put all my leathers back on and decided it was better to be to warm than go down and have no skin left. That was until...this stop in Haines:</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">You can see my hair is matted down from sweat, my face is red and it was so bad, hubby began pouring cold water over my head, down my shirt and this time...I took the leathers off, placed an ice watered down neck gater on my head and neck and we took off again!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We did it! We traveled over 10 hours and over 400 miles and made it safely. The bike was unloaded and secured and while hubby was doing that, I ordered pizza to be delivered, I was done riding for the day!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our motel in Baker City, was clean, quiet and had air conditioning and large pillows so I was able to prop up my legs, while hubby enjoyed the chair and propping his feet up on the bed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Next morning we got up, showered, had breakfast at the hotel and once again, we were one our way!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Come back when I tell you all about day #2. You won't want to miss it!</span></span><br />
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<br />Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-29162055656273666672018-06-26T12:09:00.000-07:002018-09-07T08:49:17.829-07:00We Are On A Crazy Journey<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our life has taken us on a truly twisting crazy journey over the past 3 years, some of it was plain unbearable at times, however, with the love of family and friends, we endured and are on the other side happy and trying to make sense of this crazy journey.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">We are looking to transition from our wonderful 5th wheel to perhaps a newer fifth wheel, but placed on our own property where we do not have to worry our landlord will decide at the drop of a hat he wants to sell or not be a landlord any longer. This weighs heavily on me.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">We now have a Harley trike which I love to sit on the back and ride, but I am NOT content to spend days traveling looking at the back of hubbies helmet, so I decided with his encouragement to take a trike class.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">Let me tell you if you live in Washington state, the best place to take your three wheel class is at <a href="http://pnwmotorcyclesafety.com/" target="_blank">Pacific Northwest Motorcycle Safety</a> in Silverdale (my choice) or Auburn (hubbies choice). Either way, the instructors know their stuff! I don't get anything from recommending them, but they really taught me a lot.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now, about that Harley. All my riding gear is Harley gear, my shirts, etc., then I come home from the class and tell hubby I want a Can Am motorcycle. Why?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reasons for a Can Am vs Harley Trike:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">1- No clutch (I have a difficult time with knowing when to clutch vs knowing when to brake)</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">2- No front brake/back brake, just one brake!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">3- No toe lift or depress for gears, it is done simply with the flick of a thumb.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">4- No worries about how to corner because Can Am trike 2 wheels are up front and not in the back (okay being I drive a car and can't see my back tires, this is a lame excuse..lol)</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">5- Adjustable foot rests so I am not stuck using the same placement someone with shorter or longer legs is using.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">6-About $14K difference in new</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">Right now I am proud to say I passed the driving portion of my motorcycle test, however, I profoundly failed the written portion and have 90 days to pass it or take the class over again. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, wish me peace, joy and happy thoughts because this crazy lady is heading back up the trail on this crazy journey to re-take the written until I pass!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><span style="font-size: large;">**BTW, I did go back and pass my written and at this writing I am waiting to find my dream ride** </span></span><br />
<br />Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-50102595991017081622018-06-13T08:46:00.001-07:002018-06-13T08:46:30.418-07:00Even The Short Rides Destress Life<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perhaps like me at times, you get tired of opening your computer to sad/bad news, watching television with bad news, all you see on Facebook is false news or stories about depressing issues and you need a break!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My health lately has not been something to write home about or actually write anywhere about, my right side is to the point of not wanting to work anymore, it began with my right arm and has now traveled to my back, hip and leg.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Many times, I cannot put my pants on without help, so no matter how wet or cold it gets, I opt for shorts or a skort because I don't have to fight my legs to get in jeans. The same goes for my shoes..I usually wear slip on sandle's because I don't need help to get them on.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This started in October 2017, I have been through 3 sets of Steroid shots, 11 weeks of physical therapy, to see a neurosurgeon, an orthopaedic surgeon and now a physicist and everyone of them has differing opinions:</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">1-Neurosurgeon- You are fat and need to exercise more (uh, duh, I would if I could!)</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">2-Ortho-You have an inflammed Bursa, gave 2 steroid shots and if it doesn't work come back and see me within 2 weeks (uh, that would be great if your office didn't book me out past a month).</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">3-Physicist - Your right leg is longer than your left, you have an SI joint issue and pelvic torsion. We will resume PT with a pelvic specialist, but I can't give you a steroid shot in SI until you have had at least 6 weeks of PT** (see #2, wanna bet if I can get my ortho to do it??)</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Not one of them have addressed the weakness I have in my right leg that causes me to fall forward getting up out of a chair or just list to the right and fall. NOT ONE!! </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now, here is the odd thing...NOT one of these has ordered an MRI of my right hip or leg. So, here I sit, going on 10 months and still no answers!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">What do you do in a case like this?</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">You keep moving and praying for answers!</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">When life gets you down, you grab your leathers and get on the back of the Harley trike and go for a ride and last evening we did just that.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We rode to a local state park, drove through, walked to the lake and came home.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oddly, getting on and off the Harley and riding does not bother me one whit! However, I think it is because I stand to get on and off, not sit and try to get in like I do my car. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I also think it is because the ride is such a stress reliever~!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, enjoy our journey! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My hubby decided to surprise me this past week-end with a cabin on a river, dinner out and an incredible ride to Mt. Rainier on our Harley. Hubby also humored me with stopping in various places to get pictures so I can earn a pin for my vest!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here are a few of the many pics I took on the way up and back from the Paradise area of Mt. Rainier! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, I love our new Harley trike and I am one of those crazy pin collectors, so the Harley Owners Group (H.O.G.) gives pins and patches for a variety of things, but I love to do the ABC's of H.O.G. you drive around and get your picture taken with your bike, their touring guide and a picture of something that shows the town you are in.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sadly, I didn't realize it has to be an 'official,' city, county, state sign so we rambled over to Tenino and took this picture. With a trike it is difficult to get everything into one picture and hubby is never happy doing these goose chases but humors me!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">So I get home, go to download our photos and then come to realize it has to be an official sign and cannot be a library, museum, school, etc.. BUMMER!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wanted it in front of their city hall, however all it says is 'City Hall.' </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The ride was perfect this day, so I will call H.O.G. and ensure I am reading the rules right and maybe, just maybe I can get hubby to try again.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, we are also in the 365 Touring so all we need to do there is take the bike in to any dealership when our miles match the requirements.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Still, if I get my. trike license, I think grabbing the key to the bike out of hubbies hat that sits on the bedside, might just be an idea! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-8052754293558646092018-04-19T12:21:00.002-07:002018-04-19T12:21:29.898-07:00Loving The Tiny Life<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, we are still living in our fifth wheel and very stationary while hubby is still working, the big difference this writing, is that I have finally realized what a blessing this life is and I now embrace our tiny home as opposed to feeling the 'poor me pity pot feelings.'</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love my little kitchen with its 2 pantries (1 is a pull out), cabinet that opens on both sides for our kitchen garbage, 4 drawers, 6 additional cabinets, the oven has not been a disappointment as I have cooked everything in it that I would in a regular home. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Matter of fact, I think having the smaller propane oven wastes much less energy than my old electric oven that was huge when I would only cook a casserole. Now, that casserole dish fits nicely without lots of wasted space.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love our built-in spice rack and metal vitamin holder which means, they aren't taking up cabinet space!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have learned to be creative with space, hence, we use the top of the dog kennel for my books, our bibles, shredding basket and tissues.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">As you can see, our baby is so spoiled sleeping on her Serta memory foam dog bed inside the kennel and YES, the door is always unlocked!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have to say that when my children and grandchildren were little, we loved absolutely to go to the library and read a book, rent a video, bring home our favorites and living in our tiny home, my love for my local library has been renewed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The basket holds books I have purchased or my bible study materials. However, if I want to try a new cook book, read the latest travel books, I head to the library, bring them home and when I am done, they are returned. Saves space. My basket holds books I keep or someone has given me to read.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The greatest thing about our library, it is directly next to a place one of our grands does some volunteer work for, so I drop her off, head to the library, find a good book, settle in and read until she walks in and says she is all done. Saves gas of running back home, coming back to pick her up, drop her off at home, go home myself!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">No one minds cleaning! The grands come to visit and all want to know how they can help us. If I say vacuum, well having a nifty Dyson vacuum that is portable, has 2 of them saying, 'No, I'll do it!'</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">In 5 minutes the entire carpet is vacuumed!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the summer, we bring our eating to our deck our yard, have lots of folding chairs in storage and a large table and we can have a nice BBQ! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We also have a small area for our printer, my Keurig (yes, you saw a BUNN on the kitchen counter), a mail center with envelopes, stamps, etc., has just made it homier! As you can see, I use the slide tops for pictures, battery operated lanterns, etc..</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Home is truly where we make it and today, it is 60 outside, the front door is open, the sun is shining, the birds are chirping and I am at peace with my tiny home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My home keeps me warm and dry when it rains. It keeps me cool when it is hot out by opening windows, doors and if needed, I can run the A/C. I can cook, I can take long hot showers, I have a flushing toilet and God has my husband and I in the palm of His hands right where we need to be! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-75963743908910036412018-04-13T15:21:00.002-07:002018-04-13T15:21:48.512-07:00Saying Good-Bye To the Old and Hello Baby To the News<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This was our oldest grand daughter and hubby and I last July when we drove to Silverdale to pick up our Harley motorcycle. It was a beauty, pearl and silver and so comfy with lots of storage for our leather gear and helmets when we stopped on our rides to eat or sight see!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hubby and I spent more time last summer between July and October before the rains hit traveling around the state of Washington than we had in the 10 years we have lived here.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our first trip was up to a local lake in our area that we had passed many times on the way up to White Pass to watch our grands play football, basketball or other sports. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I wanted a special place to take photos of the very last quilt that was going to the surviving Granite Mountain Hotshot team from Prescott, Arizona. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">As you may recall on the news, there were 19 of 20 fire fighters from that team that died on June 28, 2013. The news was devastating and Layers of Hope-Quilting 911 reached out and made quilts for the families of those that perished.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The lone survivor was the last one to receive a quilt and to this day, It took 4 more years for this quilt to be sent out to Brendan and while it seems like forever, I am a firm believer that the quilts I make and others make go out by divine intervention and this one was no different.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please take a moment to watch this documentary about these brave men at <a href="https://www.outsideonline.com/1866211/documentary-granite-mountain-hotshots-and-yarnell-hill-fire" target="_blank">https://www.outsideonline.com/1866211/documentary-granite-mountain-hotshots-and-yarnell-hill-fire</a> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Perhaps you watched the movie, 'Only The Brave,' it was released October 2017. I am hoping that the timing of the movie (which I knew nothing about) and the timing of the quilt was meant to be. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">All knew is that this quilt for some reason had to be photographed outdoors, in nature and had to take a ride with me on the Harley. I just felt like I was being pushed to carry it one last moment longer.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The background is from the park at Mayfield Lake in Lewis County Washington. The picture of hubby and I below was taken at Mayfield Dam that same day. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I won't bore you with the rest of the pictures we took that day, but I am glad we made it to Packwood and back safely and without incident.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our next trip we took was early evening for a relaxing ride and dinner which took us to <a href="https://offutlakeresort.com/public-house-restaurant/" target="_blank">Lady of the Lake </a>restaurant on Offhut Lake in Thurston County. It was a perfect ending to the day, a crisp fresh salad, sipping iced tea on the patio and watching the boaters as the sun began to set.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sadly, it was also the first time hubby went to park the Pearl Baby and hit loose gravel and down it went. I was so happy I was NOT on the bike any more and I knew he was alright.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This next picture is on a day late in August or early September, we took a nice relaxing and long ride along the Hood Canal</span></span><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"> and if you have never been through the area, I highly recommend the trip at least once in your life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was gorgeous, sunny, warm but not hot and we passed through places we had never been to with names like Quilcene, Lilliwaup, Eldon and Brinnon.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Here, hubby and I were in the parking lot of the Geoduck Tavern in Brinnon. It was a nice place to stop and rest a bit. The tavern is a local watering hole, but the waitresses and locals are friendly.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hubby and I had the French Dip and the bun/bread it came in was fresh as in home made that day. The service was slow, but it was slam packed busy and we had no agenda that day, so sitting and watching the water was a great time to relax!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">WARNING!! While this place is named after the famed clam, they do not serve them here, if you are looking for Geoduck clams you will be disappointed.</span></span> <br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We finished our ride coming over the Hood Canal bridge on Pearl and let me tell you that is a bridge I do not want to have to cross again on two wheels, it is steel grating in some spots and I was not pleased. Still, we made it without incident.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">However, getting off the road to visit a friend, we hit loose sand and gravel again and this time, I WAS on the back of the bike when it went down. Three things I have to say:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">1- I am thankful to God neither of us was hurt.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">2- I am thankful that I learned years ago to scale the back seat before it hits the ground, oh you bet, I feel, but more from the jump down.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">3-It is completely ego wrecking and embarrassing when it happens in front of another vehicle.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">With that in mind my hubby and I began talking about things most people probably wouldn't feel comfortable talking about...weight and not just any, but mine. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had to admit at over 100 pounds more than he is, I was one of the reasons with his arthritis he was having such a time keeping it up when we hit unstable ground. Add that to 900# of bike and he is trying to old up over 1000 pounds.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, December 31 rolled around and the decision to loose weight was made for me when it was determined I had Diverticulitis, some food allergies and other gastro issues and needed to lose some weight for my health.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We began talking about getting a motorcycle for me, but I didn't want 2 wheels, at my age and as a newish rider, I didn't feel real safe on 2. My hubby began looking for me a trike, 3 wheels front or rear I wasn't sure of, but 3 wheels it would be. My issue was I did not want a bike if I couldn't pass the written and riding test.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Instead of getting me a trike, we decided on getting US a trike. If I get my license, I can ride it when I want to and if I don't, I can always be happy as a passenger.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, three weeks ago, we said good-bye to Pearl and picked up Stormy, our Harley trike and it is such a nice ride and I feel 100% safer on 3 wheels than 2. Hubby has already given all the grands rides on it and we took our first ride this past week together.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is my happy place, away from phones, family and drama, life comes off my shoulders here and I guess in many ways it was meant to be as it brings hubby and I together and we get out and get to see what this beautiful state has to offer! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Can you believe it? We are already into February of the new year 2018 and I have not posted since October. How is that possible?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">It is possible because we have been crazy busy with the grandchildren and their school, sports, driving them to appointments while dad is once again recovering from a bad injurty.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Now that 2018 has rolled around hubby and I decided we are going to start doing things for us more and son and his girlfriend less as she can get a job, but the bank of mom and dad has officially closed and yes, they do owe a balance and it will be paid when he gets back on his feet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">With that said, we are still living in our 5th wheel and still very much in love with each other in spite of the small spaces and people believing we would get on each others nerves.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I have come to love my little home and appreciate all the blessings it provides us with such as warmth in the winter, an oven that I can bake some amazing creations in, such as this decadent carrot cake made from scratch!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I have hot water for shower and doing dishes, a fridge which holds food and keeps it cold, a recliner for my weary body and a beautiful deck and yard when it isn't raining in SW Washington.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I have changed my mindset to be thankful and making better choices for my health and well being. I have cut out soda, carbs, junk food and most dairy but I am still eating great meals and trying new ones for our family which includes drop in grands almost every week-end!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I have joined an amazing yoga studio that cares about my well being, that doesn't push me to the point of pain and after a year of physical therapy on a shoulder and hip, the yoga and Nia class is working out much better and it is a studio filled with love and support.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I have lost 12.5 pouns since the first of the year and become very involved in getting healthier in walking, exercising, reading, eating and praying.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">The one thing I am so excited about is essential oil work and I have joined Young Living oils to make my family and myself healthier. I am NOT pushing oils, but I am trying them for my family to see how they work.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">If you would like a sample, please contact me, or if you have someone who has moved away and needs oils, let me know. I will NOT try to recruit you.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Have a blessed year and I would love to hook up with anyone still reading my blog! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-84340519614000980332017-10-04T07:56:00.000-07:002017-10-04T07:56:35.757-07:00Quilts Needed for Las Vegas<br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;"> If you are a quilter and still following my blog and I know I have not been posting as much lately due to family issues, please, please send a card, a lap sized quilt for even a box of Keurig cups to the unseen heroes of this tragedy. </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;">Remember, if they get to many, they will share with others involved in this massacre! Any questions, please feel free to contact me! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;">LAS VEGAS ADDRESS UPDATE! Please share this on your page or with
friends. Also , there is one agency that has decided to buy each Center
a Keurig machine so if you are looking for something to send them send
them a box of the most current version of Keurig cups for coffee, tea
or hot chocolate. Other than that gift cards for Starbucks or fast food
places are other ideas along with anything from your region of the
country that might be fun. Okay here is a comprehensive list of the two
primary agencies within Las Vegas that handled the shooting Sunday
Night. Las Vegas Metro Communications 911 Center had 40 dispatchers on
duty. Their total amount of dispatchers is 150. The address to send
cards, letters and Gifts of support is 400 South Martin Luther King
Boulevard. Las Vegas, Nevada 89002. Make sure that you attention it to
the Bureau of communications or 911 Center.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /> Las Vegas fire handles
fire and emergency medical dispatching. They had 11 dispatchers on when
the event happened but called in additional help so they worked with a
total of 16 people that night. They're total complement of dispatchers
is 54. You may send support Cards & Gifts too Las Vegas fire
Communications division 500 North Casino Center Boulevard Las Vegas,
Nevada 89101. We know there are additional communication centers like
private ambulance companies, North Las Vegas, Henderson Police and the
highway patrol. We have asked Metro and the fire department to share
with them rather than Post 6 or 7 different addresses. Thank you for
your support both Las Vegas Metro and Fire have asked us to share their
appreciation for all of the love and out reach they have received.</span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-10239620119900734042017-08-26T10:20:00.002-07:002017-08-26T10:20:42.107-07:00Last Granite Mountain Quilt<h3 class="post-title entry-title" itemprop="name">
The Last Quilt To Granite Mountain Hotshots
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On June
30, 2013, nineteen of the twenty Prescott, Arizona Granite Mountain
Hotshots lost their lives fighting the Yarnell Hill Fire.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Those of
you who are still following this blog and our Facebook page know as
quickly as we could gather information, an all call went out to quilters
all over the world to help make quilts for the families.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Without
hesitation, quilters from all over began 'adopting,' family members,
(parents, spouses, siblings and children) were sent quilts to comfort
and let the families know in our own quiet way, that we were thinking of
them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After
everyone was covered that we were aware of, I began to think about the
survivor Brendan and what I could do for him, how much pain and sadness
he must feel.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Once
again, you answered the call and these amazing quilt blocks began coming
in from New Mexico, Iowa, Washington and several from Australia and I
knew then, Brendan <strike>had a quilt</strike>...let me rephrase that, Brendan would one day have a quilt.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Life
happens in many different ways and my family is not immune to having
issues, my husband and I downsized and moved, the quilt squares got put
away in a safe place.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Once I
found them, with the amazing quilting talent of Michelle M. in Oregon, I
was able to send them to her and she said she would put them together
and WOW!! </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After the
quilt was made, Michelle began to look for a border and back and it had
to in some way represent what these men represented and loved and that
was the outdoors.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Michelle
picked the gold border and it reminds me of autumn and the dry straw
that is growing in my area. Sadly, as I write this, we have dozens upon
dozens of firefighters and hotshot teams in our area from two fires that
started earlier this week and they are waiting for all the fires,
embers to be out before they leave.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then Michelle picked the beautiful pine green backing and worked her magic.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On June 6,
2016 just prior to the 3rd anniversary of Yarnell Hill, Michelle mailed
the quilt back to me alone with postage, the quilt label and I was to
finish the binding and did and then, I wrapped the two together and put
it away in a safe place.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So safe, that I forgot where I put it but eventually located it in our storage safely tucked in with other quilts.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I brought
it home and all I wanted to do was get the perfect picture with a nature
background, perhaps snow covered trees, Mt. Rainer, a river, but alas,
we had the rainiest season last year and I could not get the picture
taken.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My husband
and I purchased a Harley and on the maiden voyage, I took the quilt and
found the place to take the picture, Mayfield Lake in Washington, I
loved the fact that a gentle breeze blew up and ruffled the quilt. I
felt the 19 were gently blowing it and saying, 'this is the place!'</span></span><br />
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October there is a movie coming out about these amazing 19 men, I have
not decided if I will watch it or not, having almost been hired by
Prescott as a dispatcher and then being a dispatcher for both fire and
police in another city and having met the sister and mother of one of
those that were lost, I am not sure I would be able to get through it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However, if you would like to see the movie and watch the trailer, please click this link: <a href="https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=yfp-t-s&p=granite+mountain+movie#id=1&vid=c4fd33a6f8d6bd94dbe2c11f5ba968ab&action=click" target="_blank">https://video.search.yahoo.com/search/video?fr=yfp-t-s&p=granite+mountain+movie#id=1&vid=c4fd33a6f8d6bd94dbe2c11f5ba968ab&action=click</a> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Thank you
all for trusting me and may you all and Brendan forgive me for the delay
in mailing this beautiful love filled quilt out a bit late.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br /></span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-23953677432263031552017-07-25T16:12:00.000-07:002017-07-31T15:10:10.391-07:00Headstone For Unclaimed Baby<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">On July 1, 2017, I posted how I had attended a coroners funeral for unclaimed or forgotten people. If you read that post you know how I was not planning on going and then decided I needed to go.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I spent that entire day crying about the little baby boy whose cremains were placed in a vault with older people. Seriously, it hurt my heart to know that while this child's soul may no longer be here, this baby deserves a proper burial.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Well, here we are, 24 days later and I have been able to have the cemetery donate a plot on a hill next to another baby for this child's final resting place.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have also been able to speak to our local monument makers and found out, I can get a reddish heart shaped stone with an angel on it for this baby so it will NOT be forgotten and someone will see someone cared.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have $200 of the $409 needed to pay for the headstone next week and I am asking if by chance I still have any readers out there and you feel like you would like to help me give this child a proper burial and headstone you contact me please.</span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I could do a Go Fund Me account, however, they take a % off the top and I don't want to do that. I will take picture and post here once the stone is set.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I do NOT know the story behind this baby. All I know is he was 7 months gestation, died the day he was born or was still born and he has been with the local coroner for two years without a parent claiming the body.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">As a mom who lost a child, I cannot imagine this parents pain. But I do know in my heart, that someday this mother, a father, a sibling, grandparent may reach out to the cemetery and ask about this little angel and they will see someone cared enough to not allow this baby to be forgotten. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This is the actual invoice for the stone. I have to collect the money prior to paying for the stone and in Washington we have such a short window to do so.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please contact me if you would like to donate! </span></span><br />
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Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-23549247379687746412017-07-01T16:01:00.003-07:002017-07-25T16:02:37.576-07:00Funeral For The Unclaimed<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last evening I was reading my Facebook posts when I came across one regarding our county coroner who was have an internment of cremains this morning for seven people who have not been claimed by family or friends.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Six of them were between the ages of 57 years old and 80 years old and only one was a female. The 57 year old was homeless and froze to death last year in a local park.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The seventh, I have not been able to shake. It was a baby boy whose age was 7 months gestational, so I can only presume it was a miscarriage.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This morning, I got up, made my bed, ate breakfast, sat down to watch television and I just felt the Holy Spirit telling me, get up, get dressed and be there for those people who have no one and be there for that baby.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don't like funerals and I decided I was not going to go. At 1019 I was getting dressed, putting on my lipstick, my shoes and on my way to an internment service for those people have forgotten.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span>
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I stopped and picked up a small orange Teddy Bear to be interned with that baby boy. I had to do something and even though his body is no longer with us, I can feel his soul.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I pulled in and the service was very dignified and peaceful. There was a white sun cover set up in the parking lot, a long table with a white table cloth, 6 large boxes and a very tiny box and all had a single red rose on them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The coroner was there as well as the owner of the cemetery in what you would expect a funeral director to wear from the 1800's. There was a county chaplain, a patriot guard member with the flag, 2 women with small children, myself and a few other people.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">What was missing was the stories about these men and this woman, who they were because there was no one there to tell them. There was no laughter about memories, no tears from a mom whose child did not make it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Instead, there were strangers who didn't know the deceased and didn't know each other, but we all came together so those who died at least at the very end when they were being laid to rest had people who cared enough to get up, get dressed and be there.</span></span><br />
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<a href="http://www.lewiscountysirens.com/?p=41117"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">http://www.lewiscountysirens.com/?p=41117</span></span></a>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-21250460021938116662017-06-07T08:32:00.000-07:002017-06-07T08:32:18.227-07:00Depression is Hereditary<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I believe in my heart and mind that depression is hereditary and while I am sure I can find pages to back me up on this or to refute this claim, as I look around my family, I see this is the case.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My mom wasn't officially diagnosed with depression, but I can remember growing up where she was in bed for days on end and then she would be great for years at a time. As a child, I accepted she wasn't feeling well and got on with my daily life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">As an adult, I have had 4 children, 3 have bi-polar disorder, 1 has Autism and while for the most part, I have been 'untouched,' by this disorder, it is very obvious over the last twelve years or so, something is going on.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My husband and I spent an amazing 2.5 days in a cabin in the mountains a few hours away that sits on a creek. It was the first time in 15 years we actually got away, alone time for us.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">A week later, I saw the cabin listed for sale and I cried for two days.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have no idea why I cried, but every time I thought about the cabin, I bawled. My husband mentioned it on night and I bawled.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We are not in the position to purchase this cabin, but trust me, my mind has ran enough scenarios to give to the bank to purchase it, but in reality, I know we cannot swing it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then, depression and resentment set in. Why we have all our things in storage, why do we give and give to our family members and have them turn on us? It hurts like hell and yet...we give until we have nothing. Why?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My grandson is angry with me because I refused to purchase him another pair of name brand shoes when I just purchased him a new pair a month ago for making the honor roll.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Now, when I pick him up from school, instead of talking to me, he puts headsets on and won't say a word unless I pull it out of him. I took him for his check up the other day and the doctor asked me a question which I answered honestly and he told me in front of the doctor, 'just stop talking, you irritate me and my dad and we both hate you.' </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I was stunned into hurt silence. I wanted to bolt out the door, down the hall, jump in my car and drive off leaving him to call his dad to pick him up. But, I just sat there, hurt and dumb founded!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">His doctor looked at him and asked, 'do you mean that or do you just want to hurt her? This is your grandmother, she raised you, why are you saying this to her?'</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Needless to say, he got no answers!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I want to move, I want to go far away from where we live and block them all out. But is that the way to do this?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My parents didn't give me things when I got married, they didn't live close, but they did to my brother and they didn't give him things, they didn't pay for their grandchildren's sports, bands, field trips. They didn't give him gas if he was short between pay days and they never helped my husband or I if we were in a pickle and we made it through life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My husband and I raised these 3 great and wonderful grandkids, but maybe it is time we pull back and let their dad do his job and lay off some of the fast food so he can afford gas!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I see my new therapist in July, boy are we going to have a great first session! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-19771609069600081982017-05-20T08:20:00.001-07:002017-05-20T08:20:10.525-07:00Depression<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have isolated myself from the outside world lately. More and more I have a fear of opening my front door and even stepping out to take my dog outside.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">What has happened to me? </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I used to be this vibrant, happy, life loving person and now I am a person who isolates.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">What bring on depression, anxiety, panic and fear? Is it my age?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I clean my beautiful small home daily. When I am done, I sit and crochet and crochet and dream about where God is leading me in my journey.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This week, I donated 8 hats and 4 scarves to my church for a homeless project as well as a backpack and other items.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have 10 baby beanies made for the pregnancy center.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have another 3 beanies for the homeless shelter.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am blessed to not sit idle. That I have something to do, to keep my mind from wandering from the past to the now to the future. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today, I have to remember to live in the moment, the here and now. I have to actually remember to take my medication for my diabetes and fibromyalgia and check off I took them. I have to remember to eat breakfast and lunch and check off that I did that as well.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Why you might ask? Why must such mundane daily tasks be logged?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Because, I suffer from depression and at times, I just forget to take my medication, I forget to eat because I don't remember things as well as I used to when I was healthier.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">No one knows the pain of depression unless they have suffered. No one understands the triggers of PTSD unless they have suffered. No one understands a family members depression, unless they have suffered.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">To one day be happy, have your life planned out, see your family doing well, making plans for their future, to get up in the morning in spite of pain, make breakfast, send the kids off to school, get chores done, shopping, plan snacks, dinner, go for a walk, feel the sunshine on your face and then "poof!" In a NY second it is all gone.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gone is your life, the purpose you had for getting out of bed each morning. Gone is your home and you are left with your life sitting in a storage unit where you open the door and then close it because you have no idea what to do with the stuff. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Check in today with a friend you know or maybe you suspect has depression. Call them and just say hello, how are you? </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Isolation is our way of not knowing what else to do. Not believing that anyone cares. Reach out! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-38473444220666127222017-05-07T16:11:00.003-07:002017-05-07T16:11:45.121-07:00A Little Bit of Yum!<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think I am the Facebook recipe queen in our family. Seriously, every yummy looking recipe that comes across Facebook, I am either passing along or making it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This week alone, I made a delicious Asparagus/Provolone stuffed chicken breast that was easy to make, easier to cook and it got high raves from the family.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Today, I made these flourless pancakes for my breakfast. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I chose to try them because I have issues with my blood sugar and eating a regular pancake for some reason causes my blood sugar to drop drastically within about 30 minutes of eating them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This quick and simply recipe did not do that.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">It is simply:</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">2 mashed bananas</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">2 eggs</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">1 tsp. vanilla</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">1/2 cup oatmeal</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">1/2 cup blueberries</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mash bananas, add eggs vanilla beat, add oatmeal and I added blueberries you can do without for just banana pancakes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cook them as you do a regular pancake. It does take a few minutes longer and they do have a bit of a crunchy bite due to the oatmeal, but I really enjoyed them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">The above recipe made me 2 pancakes with batter left over for 2 more.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This wonderful recipe is one I will make often as I have to watch my diet and eating eggs all the time gets old.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">**The recipe was taken from a Facebook post from the Tasty Vegetarian @ <a href="https://www.facebook.com/tastyvegetarian/?pnref=story" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/tastyvegetarian/?pnref=story</a> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-47151224267486016072017-05-04T14:34:00.001-07:002017-05-04T14:34:42.591-07:00How Do You Deal With Teens Attitude?<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">So, I am struggling a bit today with a certain teen in our family that is truly a great kid, however her attitude bothers me and I am not sure how to deal with it? Do I ignore it, try to reason with it, argue with it?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My grand that I raised for most of her life with the exception of the past year and half or so, turns 16 soon and if you don't think that is a milestone, let me tell you, she fluctuates from not wanting anything for a gift or party but cash to wanting to know if we are doing something for that day?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had set it up for her to help with a friend over this past Sunday and she cancelled on her after planning this out for the past few weeks at the last minute. I tried to reason with her, but she shut me down and out quickly. Was I to ruin a surprise and tell her she was working with her to find out what type of cake to make her? No! I just let it go.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Her dad is now working out of town this week and has left his girlfriend in charge of there place and the kids. However, she has no paperwork at all should they get hurt, she doesn't drive so she can't pick them up from school functions, etc.., it still falls on my shoulders.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">This morning, I advised her a young man who has hurt her in the past was not who she would be hanging around with. Her reply?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">'You can't tell me what to do, you aren't my parent.' I told her I understood that, however, I was the family adult and driving her to school and back and I did have some say. Her reply? 'If my dad wanted you to be in charge, he wouldn't have left his girlfriend to watch us.' </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then she accused me of not getting her home in time to shower last evening (she was home by 830) and that taking a shower in the morning isn't an option because she sleeps in and I can just stop talking to her.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm hurt and more than disappointed. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">She has recently taken drivers education and now is telling me she will probably fail the test because I don't let her drive enough. I laughed! My car got hit a few weeks back and was in the shop and she could not drive the rental.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">She puts no effort to drive when I am available, wanting to hang out with friends instead, so I am confused.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I guess the real question is, how do I just let go?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I no longer raise her and her siblings. They no longer live with me. How do I just let go and learn to tell them no?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">WOW! </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Can you believe it? I am back to blogging?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Things will be changing around here and I truly hope you will stick around and enjoy the changes I am making and that I have made not only to this blog, but to myself, my commitment to God, my husband, my family and friends!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Where have I been you may have wondered?</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have been lost, flailing around in a pit of depression, extreme sadness and drowning in changes that happened to suddenly for my mind to comprehend and adjust to and somewhere in all the change, I lost myself, who I am and that is...</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am a Child of God, my mom and dad's daughter, wife to the most incredible and amazing husband, mom to 4 sons, grandmother to 10 grandchildren and great grandmother to 1.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Over the period of the past two years, I have lost so much of myself that I became withdrawn and isolated with the exception of attending church on Sunday's or going to dinner with the hubby, I stayed inside with the curtains drawn and the door locked tight.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The person I once was that was happy, let her hair down, laughed, made crazy jokes, enjoyed life, reached out to others, quilted for others suddenly found myself a complete opposite.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I quit laughing, became sad, lonely, controlling or trying to control everything around me because I was afraid to see in front of me for a minute, an hour, a day, every time the phone rang, I expected bad news. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Simply put, I was in a bad place!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What is worse than being in a bad place is the fact that I am the mistress of deceit, so I could smile to others, reach out to others, tell everyone I was doing great and behind the smile was a person so broken, so lost all I wanted was find peace.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My family could see something was going on, however, I am a very stubborn and strong minded person, they could not get me to see it for myself.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Things like bathing daily became difficult. Eating properly if I ate at all was a chore and my husband after working 12 hour days would come home to no dinner or frozen dinners. Bedtime for me was non-existent, I would stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning and be right back up at 6, I wasn't sleeping.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This may be a difficult read for many of you, but it is important for me to show a side of mental health you may not know about and that is the side that shows up when a person entering their older years feels they are no longer worthy.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When I was raising my grandchildren, my life had an amazing purpose, I had a beautiful home, the kids were happy, we were happy and it was always the goal of ours to see them grow into productive adults.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then overnight, they were gone out of our lives. Living with their dad and living close, but wanting to live with us, their loved and trusted grandparents. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We tried to do what we could, stay in their lives, be a part of their transition, but it seemed all they did was concentrate on the bad things (kids idea of bad is not bad at all), so they would call to talk to me and tell me how bad life was which sent me spiraling deeper into despair and yet, I didn't recognize it.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The more I tried to help out, the worse it became and the more I found myself in competition with the things of this world so I ran up my credit cards to their max, I quit buying anything for myself and only bought for them because I thought buying them things would make them happy.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What a crazy woman I was. There was no amount of name brand anything that was going to make my grands happy, because they didn't want things, they wanted life to go back to the way it was, to being a family and being happy.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I believed time would change things, I would become Ranny and be able to be a grandparent, but that wasn't going to work either because we raised these amazing kids and they wanted us back as a family.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That is where the problem is. We are not, never claimed to be their mom and dad. However, we have always been the stand in parents they never had, we raised them, fed them, clothed them, took care of them when they were sick, paid for and attended band functions, school functions, sports functions and were just there for them, always a constant.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">You expect to see them grow up, become amazing citizens and then in the midst of their growing up, they are no longer there with their smiles in the morning, their tales of school during after school snacks and most days, you don't even hear from them.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My heart was broken, we had lost our home, 35+ years of accumulating possessions that held so many memories, my husband and grand daughters prized boat that not only took us all fishing, it took us on hot days to the lake watching the kids being towed on a raft behind the boat, the laughter and fun times, it was gone...all gone in an instant!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-6017611483795701492017-01-18T09:03:00.001-08:002017-01-18T09:03:07.612-08:00Single Dad Needs Vehicle<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I can get on my blog thousands of times over and over again and ask for quilts, fabric, etc. for those families in need during times of tragedy and I have been so blessed to reach over 1000 families since I started helping 911 personnel and emergency responder's and their families.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">However, to ask for a need of my own, I feel awkward and undeserving and self serving. I was raised to take care of my own, not accept charity, but the last 2 years have really knocked our family off its axis so to speak and I find myself not just asking for help, but imploring others to please help.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My son has been out of prison for just over two years and he has had an abdominal and inguinal hernia repair and has been out of work over a year due to a fractured back.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My son has turned his life over to God, is a mentor to youth in the schools, has been asked to work with men in the jails, he presents his testimony, he is a co-leader and board member of the men's group at our church and his closest friend is an amazingly spunky 86 year old woman who has adopted him and our family as her own.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My son was living with his girlfriend and sadly yet honestly, the more he attended church and church functions alone or with his family, the more withdrawn his girl friend became. Said girlfriend quit attending church or any church functions from family nights to concerts and finally, she told him and his 3 children to get out of her home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My son was just getting ready to start vocational rehab so he can return to work as something other than a laborer and now he and his children are wondering what to do. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My son needs a vehicle to get his children from where they live now in the next town over to school and back to their current housing situation. He needs to get to vocational rehab 20 miles away and while I have a vehicle, I cannot always be available to take them places due to my health and doctor visits.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have set up a Go Fund Me account: <a href="https://www.gofundme.com/er-family-vehicle-needed" target="_blank"> https://www.gofundme.com/er-family-vehicle-needed</a></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">and I am asking for anyone to search their hearts and make a donation to help us reach his goal of $1500. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know this goal sounds lofty, however, we are thinking a reliable cheap car, his title and tags and then 3 to 6 months insurance and that will be high because he hasn't had any due to not driving.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We have already raised over half of the amount we need, we just need to complete the goal and get him back on his feet.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Any amount, $5, $10 or whatever you feel would be comfortable would be helpful and it can remain anonymous.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please, wont you help us help our son get back on his feet? He is really trying to do what he needs to do and according to his old corrections officer, he is doing great as several people have left where he was after he left and are now back. My son does not see that as an option.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please, help my grands and their dad. If you would like more information, please feel free to post a comment with your email and I will get back to you! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-54946716433200848972016-12-21T11:13:00.000-08:002016-12-21T11:13:04.277-08:00Where Are The Quilt Posts?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you are new to my blog you are probably wondering where are the pictures and posts about quilting? Why is my blog called the Quilting Ranny if there isn't any quilts?</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">If these are your thoughts, you are spot on and the explanation I have is that my blog is a huge part of me and my family and it includes so many posts on quilts and collecting quilts.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">However, in February of this year, our entire families lives began to unravel in a way I would never have seen coming and I am still at times living in a state of confusion, chaos and profound and deep sadness.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We had to sell and turn our backs on our blessings and begin to look for new blessings where we could find them.There are still days I am to afraid to walk outside, go to the grocery store or even spend time with my grandchildren.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">We live in a fifth wheel now and I have no room for quilting. But I crochet hats and scarves for people living on the streets. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">One day, I believe God will bless us with another home. One day I know God is going to reign blessings upon our family for our faithfulness.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">All I can say, is for now, I will post when I can and never ever take for granted your job, your home, what you have. Because in an instant it can all be taken away from you!</span></span><br />
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<br />Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-29644592687545129262016-11-18T09:13:00.000-08:002016-11-18T09:13:04.239-08:00Living Large in a Tiny Home<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">It has been almost eleven months since moving out of our beautiful home and into a fifth wheel and I would be lying if I told you I didn't miss that home, my garden, my quilting, but most of all, I miss my daily routine with my grandchildren and daily they tell my husband and I, how much they miss us!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">We had a morning routine, an after school routine, nightly sit down dinners at the dining table and a bedtime routine and now, our morning routine is done via texting and while I write this, I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">We knew the time would come when they would transition to living with their dad or going off to college, but we didn't expect the abruptness with which it happened. Ahhh, but this isn't about 'THAT,' story.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">There were things I absolutely had to have living in our new home:</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">1- Photos that sat on our night tables for over 30 years are now in our living room.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">2- Photos of all our grands, are now taped to a small space on a living room slide and as I get more pictures, I will find a space for them as well.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">3- My Kitchenaid bright red stand mixer, is in my closet.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">4- My books and bibles are stacked neatly in a pile on the floor and on a small box in our bedroom and as I read them and complete them, they are donated to others as they were donated to me.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">5- I have taken up crochet as I can't quilt and it is NOT the same and not a day goes by that I do not miss my quilting and it is all in storage as I cannot bear to part with it.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">What works and what hasn't?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">The small RV dish drainers are to small, so we finally broke down and purchased a full sized drain rack. I hate to admit it, but with only two of us living here, I don't wash dishes every day.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">While our fifth wheel is insulated, the floors are cold even with carpeting, so we have rugs down and that truly does help. We are also purchasing styrofoam insulation to place under the slides.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Windows are single paned, but applying bubble wrap to them using the removable hooks tape helps immensely. We can't use the shrink plastic because our interior windows have screens and the plastic won't stick to them.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Absolutely the best money spent thus far was for a cyclonic vent cover for the plumbing vent for less than $25. It works by sucking the odors out of our holding tank in the bathroom. When hubby went to put it on the vent it took less than ten minutes. When the wind blows, the vent changes directions and we haven't had the smells since!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I am not advocating you shop at Tweety's if you have an RV, but I am just placing a link to the type of vent we have should you want to invest in one. <a href="http://tweetys.com/sewer-vent-cover-cyclone.aspx" target="_blank">http://tweetys.com/sewer-vent-cover-cyclone.aspx</a> you won't be sorry and you will save yourself the money that the more expensive ones sell for and do the same job!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I have learned no matter what I am cooking, keep the vent fan on as cooking is the #1 cause of humidity in an RV and humidity is NOT an RV's friend. We also use a regular house sized dehumidifier and when it rains in Washington we can empty out over 2 gallons of water a day!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">The heating vent for the bedroom is under the bed of all places, so we purchased a vent deflector and now the heat blows into our room instead of being blocked by our bed.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Investing in magnetic vent covers helps force air to the areas you need heat to be and blocks off the ones you do not need such as the one under the dogs kennel.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Keep a back up supply of light bulbs, you will need them when you least expect them and our RV uses specific bulbs, not your regular house bulb because our lights even when connected to power, operate solely off batteries!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Before you find yourself locked in as I did, do a trial run with someone inside and have someone lock the doors from the outside. In our RV, once the doors are locked from the outside, no one inside can get out. That was a huge thing to learn and at that time, I was so grateful we had a key put up for the grands if they needed to come by.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">We have all we need in our fifth wheel and I keep bins in my closet to hold extra toothpaste and items I can find on sale. I do NOT go overboard as I have no place to put things.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">We made a list of the things we absolutely had to have, a list of things we wanted to have and we knew what we did not want. Look on line on Ebay, check out your local RV lots, RV shows and take your time.</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">A place to have 2 recliners and our television to be in front of those and not like so many RV's are and have them on a wall in the back of the RV where you have to turn your head.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">A walk around bed, it was important to be able to stand up and make my bed or get in and out of my bed without having to crawl in. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Queen sized bed/platform. We paid good money for our amazing mattress and I was taking it with us. Our RV came with a huge king sized foam mattress and we found a family in need and gave it to them.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Cabinet space! We still have empty cabinets. I have 2 pantries in my kitchen, a large dish cabinet, a cabinet for my trash bin, lots of cabinet space for my crock pot, toaster, cooking pans, etc. In the living room we have a total of 8 cabinets, 2 desk drawers and a writing space if needed. The bathroom has a small overhead cabinet and our bedroom has more closet and drawer space then we find we use.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Forced air! We did not want a small electrical wall unit. Our heat is forced air, our A/C is a single unit with vents throughout the house.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Slide covers. If you get slides, you will want the covers to protect your slide from the elements. Just periodically check the to ensure birds haven't made nests under them or in our case, yellow jackets. We do get an occasional tree frog serenading us as well!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Hooks and silicone! We found early on our hooks didn't stay on the wall long, so the ones we use for keys, mirrors, robes, hubby siliconed them to the walls. We do not use nails or screws.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Windows! I wanted light, so we have nine windows in the living/dining area with day night shades. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Have a place to keep laundry hampers. We have 2 of those netted pop up types, 1 next to hubbies side of the bed and another in my closet. </span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">We wanted an expandable dining table, so when we have company, we can pull the table out and our extra chairs are kept under the belly.</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">They put out way to much humidity in the RV</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">They do not dry your clothes well</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">They are expensive to run</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">They are expensive to buy</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">After looking at the costs associated with them, we figured it would take over six years in laundry costs to break even. We could purchase a stackable as we have hook ups for them, but it would eliminate hubbies closet space and he needs it for work uniforms.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Once a week, we gather our hampers, laundry supplies and head out to the laundromat. We have two that are local, kept very clean and we get there early.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Hubby and our oldest son go and carry supplies in. While I load the washers, they head off to our local dump and take our trash and my son's trash as it is cheaper than having trash pick up.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">In less than 2 hours, we are in our two loads of laundry for the week are washed, dried, folded and done! Total cost? $9 to $12 depending on if it is bed sheet washing week.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">The other thing you need to remember is to check the payload on your tow vehicle. In our case, we can have a few things loaded in the trailer, but when we move, most of our things must be binned up and put into my vehicle.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">DON'T LEASE an RV space! If you are going to be full-timers as we are, do not jump into a lease right away. Rent the space for a few weeks or a month to make sure it is the right fit.</span></span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Space. How much space do you have? Our first lot was to small, my vehicle had to fit between our place and the neighbors, hubby truck had to be next to the trash bin and he had no place for his work van. Our new place has plenty of parking.</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Utilities. We get charged for what we use here and in our old place, but some RV parks charge an upfront fee for so many KWH and then gouge you for anything over that!</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Animal parks or runs. Our old place had a small patch of grass we could take the dog to our walk her to local school, but our new place has an actual fenced in yard for her to play in, the kids to come play in and feels more like home. If you have a small dog or cat, yard space may not matter, but we have a larger dog who loves to run!</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">What are you parking on? Our old place was solid pack dirt and mostly mud when it rained, the drives were loaded with pot holes. Our new place our RV sits on a sold concrete pad, we have enough space for a patio section, the dirt road is solid pack and gravel so as good as asphalt. My only issue is the pine needles, but a broom and hose works great!</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">We are blessed to live close to my son, so if I don't have something I need and I know he does, I go over and borrow it. If I need to bake or cook large items, I use their kitchen. Many RV parks have a common kitchen space you can reserve and use.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Bottom line is, it takes adjustments, it isn't for everyone, but don't jump in with both feet until you have done your homework.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Oh and one more piece of advice, you will either have to pay cash or find a bank or credit union that will loan to full-timers, most will not if you reveal to them up front that is your plan.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Be flexible and learn all you can about your RV.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I have a notebook with how to empty the tanks, what size bulbs we need, how to change propane, etc..</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">It isn't a bad life, get a hobby, find something to do and don't just sit around!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"> </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8040223448706025231.post-60437539060127366062016-10-05T08:26:00.000-07:002016-10-05T08:26:19.863-07:00Calling All Quilters For Stand By Disaster Needs!<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">As many of you know, I am now living in a 5th wheel and do not have an inch of space available to hold onto quilts and I can't afford to store them because we already have a storage unit full to the gills that someday we hope to place into another home or at least one of our children's homes!</span></span><br />
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<a href="http://news.brevardtimes.com/2016/10/hurricane-matthew-projected-path-update.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hurricane Matthew </span></span></a><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">is on its way to Florida. It has already left death and destruction in its path in Haiti and I am unsure about Cuba at this time.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quilters, if it hits Florida, I am going to be in need of quilts to send to the areas hit to provide these families with fresh, clean and handmade quilts and I will need all of you to let me know you can do this.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have a few family members and friends that are going to step up I am sure after checking on their own homes and businesses and be willing to help get these quilts passed out to those in need.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quilts are expensive to ship, I suggest you speak with your quilt guild, church, friends and family and ask them if they would be willing to donate for the postage costs. I have learned if you put quilts into a large garbage bag, attach your vacuum and suck all the air out, you can save a bit on postage and fit more into a box.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">When sending quilts, since I cannot go through them, please, please do NOT send ratty, tatty, stinky, smelly, stained with urine, blood, food, etc. gross and nasty quilts you wouldn't put in your own home.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Last disaster I donated numerous quilts to local charities or the dump because they were so disgusting! Think of how you would feel if you had to leave your home and then came back and had nothing left. </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Your quilts are blessings!! The letters, cards, pictures I get back and post come from real people who lost everything and then they received a handmade quilt from a stranger and life became a bit brighter. Be that LIGHT!!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">When sending out a quilt or quilts, please think about enclosing a few other things...gloves for warmth and gloves for cleaning, hats, socks, jerky, granola bars, bandages, dried fruit, head lamps or flashlights, batteries, coloring books and crayons, feminine needs supplies, hand sanitizer, baby wipes, etc.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Please pray for me. I am still praying for a miracle of the gift of a truck and garage style 5th wheel that I can hook up and go and fill the back with quilts, quilting supplies, sewing machines and head out to these disasters and begin quilting and get quilters involved.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">My current 5th wheel is my home, I cannot just unhook and go, so I really need prayers to be met!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lets be ready quilters, you are the best! </span></span>Quiltingrannyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885973879588867172noreply@blogger.com0