“You’re acting like a child” - this was the response I heard Monday, from a customer who was not called when his parts were ready, because we noted that he would stop by for them on his way home from work. He was positive that he was supposed to receive a call to verify that his parts were ready; I calmly explained that there must have been some miscommunication, and that I was sorry. His response was that I was being childish by not owning up to “my” mistake. As I hung up the phone I was quite perturbed at his commanding rudeness. I let out a frustrated sigh, and put it behind me.Later that afternoon, an older gentleman came in for his order. We chatted as I got his bill together, and of course the conversation came to the impending snow. I mentioned that I think I’d be ok with a good snowstorm again. (Like I have any say in it!) It’s been a while since we were actually snowed in. He smiled & kind of chuckled and replied, “at my age, mild winters are just okay, you must still be a child at heart.” There it was again, only this time with no negative connotation insinuated. I smiled back, and affirmed that this might just be the case.Monday night we went shopping. Berean Bookstore, Old Navy, Circuit City, and that wonderful almost heaven on earth place called Michaels. There is just something about crafts, stickers, decorations, paper, and all that fun stuff, that makes me want to spend hours looking through each and every scrumpcialicious (yes I’m making up a word) individual item. One of my treasures of the evening was a box of 64 Crayola Crayons. We have nieces, we have nephews, we have coloring books, and now we have some delightful crayons. Colors with delicious names like courage, Bear Hug, Purple Mountains Majesty, Granny Smith Apple, Macaroni & Cheese, Super Happy, Tickle Me Pink, & Wisteria. Yesterday I was at home all day, and I pulled out my new box of crayons, each of them with a perfectly sharpened tip, all smelling so amazingly new; and I took each one from the box, and wrote their names on a piece of paper. Yes, perhaps I am a child at heart. It still grants my heart such great joy, to use a never before used crayon. And yes, the thought did cross my mind, to go upstairs and dig out the coloring book, but instead, I put the crayons back in their place, left out a contented sigh, and took a nap. Yes, I may be a child, but I’m okay with that. We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing. So next time it snows, no matter your age, go outside. - make snow angels, build a snowman, have a neighborhood snowball fight, chase snow flakes with your toungue sticking out. look silly, be silly, have fun - be a child at heart.

“You’re acting like a child” - this was the response I heard Monday, from a customer who was not called when his parts were ready, because we noted that he would stop by for them on his way home from work. He was positive that he was supposed to receive a call to verify that his parts were ready; I calmly explained that there must have been some miscommunication, and that I was sorry. His response was that I was being childish by not owning up to “my” mistake.
As I hung up the phone I was quite perturbed at his commanding rudeness. I let out a frustrated sigh, and put it behind me.
Later that afternoon, an older gentleman came in for his order. We chatted as I got his bill together, and of course the conversation came to the impending snow. I mentioned that I think I’d be ok with a good snowstorm again. (Like I have any say in it!) It’s been a while since we were actually snowed in. He smiled & kind of chuckled and replied, “at my age, mild winters are just okay, you must still be a child at heart.” There it was again, only this time with no negative connotation insinuated. I smiled back, and affirmed that this might just be the case.
Monday night we went shopping. Berean Bookstore, Old Navy, Circuit City, and that wonderful almost heaven on earth place called Michaels. There is just something about crafts, stickers, decorations, paper, and all that fun stuff, that makes me want to spend hours looking through each and every scrumpcialicious (yes I’m making up a word) individual item. One of my treasures of the evening was a box of 64 Crayola Crayons. We have nieces, we have nephews, we have coloring books, and now we have some delightful crayons. Colors with delicious names like courage, Bear Hug, Purple Mountains Majesty, Granny Smith Apple, Macaroni & Cheese, Super Happy, Tickle Me Pink, & Wisteria.
Yesterday I was at home all day, and I pulled out my new box of crayons, each of them with a perfectly sharpened tip, all smelling so amazingly new; and I took each one from the box, and wrote their names on a piece of paper. Yes, perhaps I am a child at heart. It still grants my heart such great joy, to use a never before used crayon. And yes, the thought did cross my mind, to go upstairs and dig out the coloring book, but instead, I put the crayons back in their place, left out a contented sigh, and took a nap.
Yes, I may be a child, but I’m okay with that. We don’t stop playing because we grow old, we grow old because we stop playing. So next time it snows, no matter your age, go outside. - make snow angels, build a snowman, have a neighborhood snowball fight, chase snow flakes with your toungue sticking out. look silly, be silly, have fun - be a child at heart.

last night as i lay in bed, i heard the train whistle. it was kinda rainy, and the smoke was coming out the chimney on the house across the road, adn it just felt like a perfect winter night. if there were snow on the ground it would be perfection and not just perfect :)

thanksgiving is come and gone - crazy - i know! this year, has just past in a flurry (no pun intended) of life. and i must say, i've pretty much enjoyed every moment.

so thanksgiving day was last week, but i'd still like to make my thankful for/because of list:

• Curt - who has made this last year an adventure unlinke any other
• family - the people that make thanksgiving a fun holiday.
         -the people that you eat thanksgiving food with.
     -the people who make me who i am             
• my little house - a place to call "ours" in the area we wanted
• neices & nephews - who make me marvel at the innocence of children
• friends - who have been a constant amazement to me in the past year
• healing - no more physical therapy! :)
• my gracious forgiving Heavenly Father & all the little blessing He sends my way each day

did you make a difference in your world today?

And life continues at breakneck speed!

Painting the house
Cleaning the house
Sewing
Planning
Scheming
And dreaming

Wedding this past weekend, then camping with church, home for a reunion for sunday dinner, and double birthday parties in the evening, plus getting hit with a lovely cotton-head, runny nose, itchy eyes, sneezifying, sinus congestion-ation thing. yup, i'm having lots of fun :) dont have to answer any phones today, cause my meds take my voice away.

but, its only monday, things will get better as the week goes on....i'm counting on it.

In Memoriam

Bradley E. Herr

Please pray for Elizabeth & Family.

Adams Electric Board of Director Bradley E. Herr, 62, died unexpectedly September 28 at the Hershey Medical Center, Hershey. Brad had served as the Zone 5 director since June 28, 1997. He was the husband of Elizabeth M. (Danner) Herr and the son of the late Charles E. and Marian L. (Kaltreider) Herr.
In addition to his wife, he is survived by three sons, Meredith A. and his wife, Brenda and their sons, Dean, Derek, and Dylan Herr, all of Southport, N.C.; Myron A. and his wife, Mary-Jo and their daughter, Brooke Herr, all of Hanover; and Mahlon A. and his wife, Heather and their sons, Cameron and Zyan Herr, all of Wake Forest, N.C.; a daughter, Michelle A. Herr, of York; brother, Dennis B. and his wife, Sue Herr of Harrisonburg, Va.; nephew, Dana Herr of Charlottesville, Va.; and a niece, Holly Herr of Ashville, N.C.
A Memorial Service will be held Thursday, October 2, at 10 a.m. at the Calvary Bible Church, 603 Wilson Avenue, Hanover. The burial will be private and at the convenience of the family. A visitation will be held Wednesday, October 1, at the Feiser Funeral Home, 302 Lincoln Way West, New Oxford, from 5-9 p.m.
In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be sent to the "Bradley E. Herr Memorial Fund," 501 Gitts Run Rd., Hanover, PA. 17331 and will be used to help defray medical expenses.

i went shopping last night with my brother.
he's 6 years younger than me, and 3 inches taller.
we both needed shoes.
we both found shoes after much looking.
both of our shoes were on sale.
we then shared a cinnabon & a mocha latte chill.
he even put up with me talking to him in a British accent most of the evening.
it was fun.
no matter how much he denies it, i think he's gonna miss me once i move out.

so i had a wonderful weekend at the mountians, there was deer, there was camfires, there was games, there was laughter, there was happy day clouds (puffy white ones) - it was great. i get home after a 4 1/2 hours of driving in the back seat of a maxi van,  come home hungry & exhausted, and there are no vehicles in the driveway, no house keys on me. talk about a sinking feeling!
i called mom - her & dad are in hanover but she thought maybe conrad would be home
i call the house phone & try the door. the door is locked, and the house phone just rings.
i turn to head down the walk, contemplating my next move. & i hear the door open behind me.
i turn around, and there stands curt, smiling from ear to ear. i think my mouth dropped open. 
that had to be the best surprise of the weekend! 
i went inside, had some food, drank some milk ( the first since before i left friday morning!) and had a relaxing, wonderful evening.

Do you know what i hate? sunburn red & purplish are not my favorite skin colors
do you know what else i hate? sun poisoning (not sure if thats what i had, but i'm leaning that way)
nothing like a good burn to make you feel like a kid again. mom combs me, puts on my socks & shoes....
i told her the next time i go to the beach i'm wearing a burka
this is not fun.

did you ever dream you were dreaming?

last night i fell asleep on the sofa, & i must have really been sleeping good too, cause i was dreaming
that i was dreaming. - i'm not sure that ever
happened to me before!

in my dreams dream, it was my wedding day.....
and it was a disaster! i had forgotten to print
the programs, the service started and hour late, there
was a blizzard, and we tried to take pictures outside
in snow up to our waist's, so then my biggest
thing was that i had gotten snow in my shoes.
i had forgotten to tell the singers which songs
i wanted sung where, and they sang "God is Great,
& God is Good" at the reception, then they kept
singing more songs & more songs, & we still hadn't
eaten. ppl started falling asleep so we served
them coffee.....
when i woke up in my dream, i was so relieved
that i had been dreaming, & i started making a checklist
of things to do. one of the things was to take
heaters along to melt the snow to take pictures......
then i woke up for real.

my dreams are weird.

Once in 
            
      a while,                                                          

                                right in the middle of an ordinary

Life,                                     

Love,

                                      gives you a fairy tale.

November 8, 2008 ♥

In March of this year, a song was released by Steven Curtis Chapman. It was inspired by two of his daughters, Stevey Joy, & Maria. Just two months later, on May 21, Maria was killed while playing in their driveway, when an older sibling hit her with the car. While accidents like this are always tragic, the fact that this song was inspired in part by her, makes the song even more meaningful.

"Cinderella"

She spins and she sways to whatever song plays,
Without a care in the world.
And I'm sittin' here wearin' the weight of the world on my shoulders.
It's been a long day and there's still work to do,
She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you!
There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited and I need to practice my dancin'"
"Oh please, daddy, please!"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh I will dance with Cinderella
I don't wanna miss even one song,
Cuz all to soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone

She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed
She wants to know if I'd approve of a dress
She says "Dad, the prom is just one week away,
And I need to practice my dancin'"
"Oh please, daddy, please!"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
 I will dance with Cinderella
I don't wanna miss even one song,
Cuz all to soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone
She will be gone.

Well, she came home today
With a ring on her hand
Just glowin' and tellin' us all they had planned
She says "Dad, the wedding's due six months away
And I need to practice my dancin'"
"Oh please, daddy please!"

So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
 I will dance with Cinderella
I don't wanna miss even one song,
Cuz all to soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone