Happy Monday And A Shiny New Week!!

Happy Monday how are you? You know as bad as we hate Mondays you have to admit there is just something awesome thinking about a new week and new opportunities and new experiences. And my week will be great because I am on vacation!!! Sadly we are not going to the beach but we will be doing some fun things at home. The babies will be much happier that we are staying home.

Do you ever start your day early in the morning wondering what the day will hold? what will you have to tell about at the end of the day? what will happen today that will hold near and dear to your heart?  Wow!!!  when you think about all the possibilities it is mind boggling.  Something could happen today that will totally change your life!!! Be still my heart!!

Here is something I like to do.  I keep a journal.  I keep it beside my bed.  I will write the date for instance Monday morning August 24th before I leave for work or start my day.  The page is blank.  So many things will happen today.  I will have conversations with people, I will see things, I will buy things, I will eat things, I will hear things, I will learn things.  What will be different?  What do I want to be different?  Who will I talk to or message or see? Anyway, you see where I am coming from right?

A good week last week although a little crazy leading up to my week off. I always have to be caught up on everything before I leave.  This meant some long days at work but totally worth it for a week off.

Mark and I had to go to Vanderbillt a couple of weeks ago for his 4 month check up. We leave out about 4:30 AM for the 4 hour drive. Even though we gain an hour for the time change near Nashville the traffic going into Nashville in the mornings is crazy!!!! It is usually bumper to bumper for the last hour.

This is our routine, I get up around 3:00 AM and get coffee and take care of fur babies. I grab something quick to eat and get things ready to take with us. We take a small cooler bag with waters and a Diet Coke for me and peanut M&M’s don’t ask me why it’s just a tradition and I eat them on the way over,they keep me awake. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I also take a Yeti full of coffee.  We put a blanket and pillow in the car. I often take a nap on the way back.

img_1241                   Look at this perfect sunrise in the rear view mirror. 

Mark can’t eat anything until after his blood work so he gets up and gets ready and loads the car.

I always drive over and Mark drives back.

Wow what a difference in Nashville traffic this trip. Our doctor asked if we had noticed the difference. So many people are working from home or not working at all it has made such a difference. There were no backups and we arrived over an hour early. We sat in the car and waited for the office to open. I fell asleep.  HA!!!

img_1248      Acting silly while we wait for the doctor.

We always stop at Cracker Barrel for breakfast on the way back. It is still pretty early when we leave Nashville.  It is a really tiring day. We usually rush back home to take care of the babies. And then usually a nap.

And guess what?  tomorrow we get to do it again. Mark has to have a repeat on one of the blood tests for his anti rejection medicine.  You may ask why we are not doing this locally.  I will tell you that the last time he did this in May we wound up with a $900.00 bill for blood work.  I have appealed this charge and gone round and round with our local hospital, Vanderbilt and the insurance company.  It is still unsettled.  We will go to Nashville tomorrow for the blood work and maybe I will have a chance to talk with billing and get the May charges straightened out as well.  We shall see.  But I am making a stop at the Yarn Patch, an awesome yarn shop in Crossville, The last time I was there I was a little disappointed by the layout of the shop but I am still going and yes I will buy yarn.  I am still on vacation after all.

I hope you have a wonderful week!!!

Always remember

Love your day your way!!


Happy Father’s Day!! A Favorite Story About My Daddy

Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers and father figures out there. I hope you all have a wonderful day.

This story is about a wonderful memory I have of my daddy.

My mama and daddy at their 50th wedding anniversary celebration.

I am not sure how old they were here but I know they were very young.


My daddy was very strict with me and my brothers and sisters. There was seven of us. He worked hard to provide for all of us.  It was sometimes hard to please him he had really high standards for all of his kids.  I am glad now that he did because it has made me the person I am.

I never had any doubt that he loved me but he sometimes had a hard time putting it into words.  It was easier for him to show us.

I was in the first grade.  I didn’t go to Kindergarten.  The small school that I attended didn’t even offer Kindergarten.   So I went directly into first grade.  My sisters were seniors in high school when I started first grade and I thought they were quite possibly the coolest people on earth.  They would stack their school books up and place them on the table and have their purses nearby.  Sometimes I would get their books and sling one of their purses over my shoulder and pretend I was in high school too.

Soooo when the time came to buy my school supplies my mama steered me to these ugly red and black plaid book satchels. I shook my head and said no way will I carry one of those.  I am carrying my books in my arms with my purse on my shoulder just like Sandy and Pat do.  After all I was in first grade I was no longer a baby.  I didn’t need something to put my books in!!!

Somewhat grudgingly my mama finally gave in.  We got my paper and pencils and erasers and a notebook.  I was so excited.  That night I gathered everything together and got my favorite purse.  I did notice that it was a little hard to get all of those things put together and keep them from slipping out of my arms, and my purse kept slipping off of my shoulder,  but that didn’t stop me.  I was determined.

The next morning I was up bright and early ready to get on the school bus.  My mama waved bye to me.  I marched out the door with my purse slung over my shoulder and my notebook and pencils clasped proudly in my arms.  Man I felt so grown up, I was just like my sisters.

I climbed the steps onto the bus and noticed my pencil bag had slipped out of my notebook.  A kid behind me stepped on it!!! My beautiful new pencil bag!!!  I bent down and grabbed it up and put it back with my notebook.

When I took my seat on the bus I noticed a girl about my age sitting across the isle from me.  Beside her on the seat was one of those book satchels like my mama and I had seen at the store.  When the bus got to school she very neatly grabbed the handle and marched off of the bus.  I gathered my notebook and made sure my pencil bag was securely inside. I slung the purse over my shoulder and walked off the bus.

I couldn’t help but notice that many of the boys and girls going into my class had a book satchel.  Heck almost all of them did.  Most of them even had those red and black checked ones that my mama had wanted me to get.

When I got to my classroom all of the kids had book satchels.  The teacher told them to get their notebooks out.  Everyone had a place in the back for their satchel.  I felt tears in my eyes.  I suddenly, more than anything in the world, wished I had a book satchel too. I wanted one so bad.

That night after dinner I kept whining to my mama about a book satchel.  She said well you will just have to wait until we go to the store again, I tried to get you one and you didn’t want it.

My daddy worked at a plant that manufactured stoves.  He worked so hard every day.  I don’t remember him ever taking a vacation and if he called in sick the world would stop because that never happened.  Every night he went to bed really really early.  My mama always shushed us so we wouldn’t wake him up.

I was desperate to find me something that resembled a book satchel.  I thought I might use one of my sisters’ big purses.  I was in the closet pulling out purses and trying to find something when my daddy woke up and said “what is wrong? what is she doing?”  My mama told him I was looking for a book satchel or something that would suffice.  He yelled in there and said ‘Lisa go to bed you can’t worry about it tonight.” So I did.

The next day I returned to first grade lugging my notebook and pencils.  I left the big purse at home.  When I got off of the school bus that afternoon I noticed that daddy’s car was in the driveway.  That was odd because he never got home early.  He was standing on the porch and there was a big brown bag beside him. He had the biggest smile on his face.  He said “here open this”. I looked into the bag and there was the most beautiful red and black checked book satchel that you have ever seen.  I grabbed it and immediately started putting my notebook and pencils inside. I was so happy that night I think I slept with it.

I didn’t realize at the time just what it meant for my daddy to do that.  Times were different then.  It was almost 50 years ago. There were no Walmarts to go to at the last minute.  He rarely went into a store without my mama.  For him to leave work and immediately drive to the store and pick me out this book satchel was something very special.  My mama knew it because I don’t think he had ever done anything like that before.  He usually didn’t believe in such nonsense.  I was the sixth of his seven children and I think maybe by the time I came along he had mellowed a lot.

He has always been the person I hold my highest standards to.  He never met a stranger, he would stop on the side of the road to help if someone had car trouble.  After he retired he grew a garden probably an acre wide and gave most of the vegetables away to people who lived in town and didn’t have a garden.  He was tough but he was such a wonderful man.  It took me some years to appreciate just how wonderful and smart he was.


I hope you enjoyed this story about my daddy.   It is one I will never forget.

Always remember

Love your day your way!!!



Molly The Magnificent and The Angel Dog

In November of 2012 a sweet precious baby came to our house.  I will never forget the day she came.  Mark and I were outside doing some yard work and we saw a very old looking black dog coming down our driveway.  It was not a new thing for people to dump animals out on our road.  The strange thing, there was another dog following along.  The other dog followed a little ways behind the black dog. The black dog looked really old.  She crept down the driveway and you could count every rib in her body.  The other dog looked properly taken care of. Very healthy.  I thought to myself this looks really strange. Did someone put both of these dogs out on our road? Why did only one of them look so bad.

Mark put some dog food out on the driveway.  I said “I wonder who she belongs to? she looks like a hunting dog”.  We didn’t really think the dog could belong to someone she was so malnourished.   While the black dog ate the food hungrily the other dog watched, not making a move to try and get any of the food.  We thought it was very strange the way the other dog just sat on the driveway straight and tall and didn’t bother to come down and eat or let us pet it.

The black dog let us pet her and we gave her some water. She was in such bad shape. The other dog on the driveway continued to stare never making a move to come down.

We checked the black dog over and decided she must be really old she could barely walk. We made a little bed for her and put out some more food. I looked up and the dog on the driveway was gone. It’s almost like he brought her to us and then left.

The next day we took the black dog to the vet.  The vet checked her out thoroughly.  Her tail had been cut off.  He told us she was a Plot Hound, they are primarily known for hunting bear. He said she was probably gun shy and not a good hunting dog and someone had just let her go.  She was not chipped.  He surprised us by saying she was only about a year old.  The reason she couldn’t walk very well was because she was starving.  Surprisingly she did not have any parasites inside or outside of her body. Other than being under nourished she was in pretty good shape.  This is probably because she was so young.

We named her Molly Rose, don’t laugh we always give our dogs middle names.   My grandmother’s name was Rose.  I had always planned to name a daughter Rose so I decided I would give the name to our precious new baby.  We called her Molly and she fit right in.  She never left the property except to go on our walks that we take.  She would visit my father in law’s house next door to see what delicious scraps he may have thrown out.  It was as if she was home and she knew it.  She got along very well with our basset hound Patches and she was happy.

Through the years of course Molly has aged.  She has gray in her muzzle but she still kicks her heels up like a young girl.  She still goes on all of the walks with us but sometimes she comes back early and that is o.k. She stays outside most of the time but we always bring her in at night because of the C word, coyotes….



Scruffy and Molly are the best of friends.


   Mom!!! We’re ready to come in.

Molly suffers from allergies she itches like crazy starting in the spring through the fall.  We have to get her an allergy shot from time to time. She also has the worst ear infections.  We have to deal with her ears on a daily basis. But oh how we love our Molly girl.  She is the sweetest, gentlest baby you could ever hope for.

Yesterday Mark took Molly for her yearly exam.  Because of the COVID restrictions he was not allowed to go into the Vet clinic with her.  I knew she would hate that.  She is so timid.  When he pulled into the parking lot they came out and got her.  She hates being around people without us nearby. But she was a good baby.  When the vet came out to talk to Mark she said that Molly has a heart murmur, a tumor on her side and two tumors in her legs.  The tumor or lump in her side has been there forever so we will continue to watch that.  The other two in her legs we will need to get a biopsy.  The murmur we will watch for signs of distress.  Anyway she is an old girl starting to have old girl problems.  It seems like our times with these babies goes by so quickly.

A funny story:  When we first got Kitty Kitty we didn’t know how Molly would get along with her.  Molly always wanted to attack  smaller animals because she chased squirrels and things.   We brought kitty kitty home and she was in a small crate in the back of the car.  Molly jumped in and grabbed the crate with her teeth and started shaking the crate.  We thought Molly wanted to eat kitty kitty.  After several visits between Molly and Kitty Kitty we discovered she loved Kitty Kitty she just wanted her out of the crate.  What a relief that was. Whenever we take one of the other babies to the vet, Molly paces and whines and tries to jump in the car with us.  She hates for them to leave.

We never saw the other dog again.  We watched for it.  We told poppy about it and that it might show up at his house.  It never did.  The only thing that we can figure is that it truly was an angel dog.  It knew exactly where to bring Molly for her to be cared for.  He sat on the driveway and waited for her to be fed and watered and loved on and then he left.  It was almost like he was saying, my job here is done.

Always remember

Love your day your way!!!


Happy Leap Day!!

Happy Saturday and Happy Leap Day.  I always feel for the people who have Birthdays on February 29th.  I guess they have to choose to celebrate it on February 28th or March 1st.

The sun is shining here in East Tennessee.  We have had a mixture of all kinds of weather this week even a little snow.

The flu has hit my work place.  Several people I work with have the flu or are just getting over the flu.  One man I have to work very closely with was diagnosed on Wednesday.  Of course he came to work both Tuesday and Wednesday  I am sure long enough to make several of us sick.  He came in and kept coughing and coughing and he isn’t one to cover his mouth very well.  I finally told him I thought he had the flu and should just leave and go to the clinic.  He did and he called a little while later to say I was right he had the flu.  Yay me!!!!   We sprayed everything down with lysol spray but we have to be in such close quarters it’s crazy to think some of us won’t get it.    I had to laugh at one of my co workers when he grabbed the lysol can and said all we can do is spray and pray.

I am terrified of bringing the flu home to Mark.  Because of the kidney transplant he takes immunosuppressant drugs and his immune system is very weakened.  Last night he started sniffling and coughing.  I was like a mama bear monitoring him but I think it is a cold and now I think I have that too.

On Monday we had a crew at work to cut trees down behind our building. I have always had a fear of death by a tree, I will have to tell you about that one day,  so it really makes me nervous when they are cutting.  This is one job I could never do and it makes me nervous to even watch.

        Look at this guy!!!!  He is tied off with ropes and at one point he lost his footing and was dangling in the trees.  He just righted himself and went back to work.  Be still my heart. 

On Tuesday I, along with a couple of co workers, attended the food show in Gatlinburg.  I am sure that I have mentioned before Gatlinburg is about 70 miles north of us so it takes about an hour and a half to get there.   The food show was sponsored by one of the food vendors we use for our restaurant at work.  It was pretty interesting.  There were tons of people displaying food and new food ideas.  We came away with some great ideas for our restaurant for this season.  After the food show we spent some time in Gatlinburg just roaming the streets and shops.  I went to bed that night at 8:30 I was exhausted.

No I can’t imagine eating this burger but I was about to snag some of those sweet potato fries.  

   Lot’s of yummy food at the show and lot’s of samples.

The rest of the week we were very short staffed at work because of all of the flu that was going around.  I am so far behind with my own work because I have been filling in in other areas.

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow is March.  You remember the saying does March come in like a lion or a lamb? Will it be windy and blustery like a lion or calm and gentle like a lamb?  Let me know what it is like in your area.

For some time I have been toying with the idea of doing a month long blog challenge.  This is where you blog every day for 30 days about a different topic.  I decided to make the commitment.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I will enjoy writing about these different things.  Here are the topics and I will start March 1, tomorrow.

Today marks the four year anniversary of losing my precious girl Patches.  She is who this blog is named after.  I will never forget her.  A little more about that tomorrow because that is the first topic of the blog writing challenge.  Wish me luck.

 My sweet Patches.   I miss her every day

Have a wonderful weekend and always remember,

Love your day your way!!!