It’s Friday night, the night my husband runs ambulance from 6 to 11. The night that I do things with girlfriends, catch up on house work, or have have me nights. When plans with one of my girlfriends fell thru, I started a list of things I wanted to do tonight.

• Work on a dress I’m sewing for my sister
• Clean the house top to bottom
• Catch up on all the laundry
• Do baking
• Clean the kitchen spic and span
• Organizing paperwork/bills/receipts
• Catch up with some work on our budget

But none of that happened…. Instead, this list is more like it.

• Get a call from my husband at 5:10. he says he’s gonna run a brush fire call, and I might have to bring his uniform up to the ambulance station, cause it will be cutting it close for him to be on at 6
• Hear on the scanner that it is no longer a brush fire, but a building (shed)
• Hear ambulance on location ask for the second ambulance to respond class three for an injured firefighter
• get a certain feeling, that the injured firefighter is my husband. Two seconds later, hear my phone ring, its my husband, he confirms he is that firefighter
• stop all cooking/ supper prep, get ready to head to the ER with my in-laws
• get to the ER, find my husband, who is in significant right knee pain
• sit and wait for them to do xrays
• hear the news that nothing is broken, but possibly torn or badly sprained
• we go to the doctor Monday for further instructions
• get dropped off at the the hall, help my husband in the passenger seat, and I drive us home in HIS truck (it’s a big scary truck)
• try to situate my uncomfortable immobilized husband on the sofa

Basically the story as best I can tell, the shed is burning as are some pine trees next to it. He looks up, and the electrical wires running above his head are also burning. He twists to turn and get out from under them, his knee goes out, and he goes down. Next thing he knows, a cop and three firefighters are hauling him away from the fire, to the ambulance, where they convince him to go in and get it checked out.
now he’s sleeping here beside me, and I’m grateful for all the bad things that didn’t happen at that scene, that could have me sitting next to him in the hospital instead.

“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.