The house smells absolutely wonderful. Celeste is in the kitchen making a Gingerbread house. She has been working on it every night for about a week now. She’s a very talented young lady. From what I have seen so far, it’s going to be absolutely beautiful. Little Joe ends up with more Gingerbread than the house does it seems sometimes because Celeste wants it to be perfect and if it’s not, there stands Little Joe ready to eat the imperfections.
Oh I don’t think I told you that we’re having a Gingerbread house contest this weekend. First prize is a $100 gift card and a weekend stay here whenever you choose. Second place is $75 and one nights stay. Third place is a $50 gift card. So far we have 10 contestants that I am sure of. There are 8 other applications that haven’t come back in yet so they could still be in the contest too. Most of the contestants are locals. We do this every year and then leave the houses up for viewing by my customers.
Last years winner also sold theirs to a lady that paid $150 for it. I almost fell over. It was a big Gingerbread house and it was beautiful but everything has to be edible and I guess they could be kept for a while. I don’t know. Anyway, Celeste is making the barn, animals and manger scene. So far, it’s absolutely gorgeous. I can’t wait to see it when she’s totally finished. No I’m not one of the judges. There are judges that come here from other contests to judge them. Here’s one from last year. Isn’t it amazing?
This is going to be one of the best Thanksgivings we have ever celebrated here. With Celeste and Little Joe now new members of our family, we have a great deal to be thankful for. They have brought so much joy into our lives the we are truly blessed.
Blessings come in all shapes and sizes. I find a new blessing every single day and more than one in most. We are open for business and have a full house but we also adopt a few local families for Thanksgiving Dinner too. We’re having turkey of course, deer roast, and all the extras that everyone has. Desert is of course pumpkin pie, coconut cake, carrot cake, and banana pudding.
I hope and pray that each of you has a wonderful, blessed Thanksgiving too.
Now there’s a name that invokes a gamut of emotions. When he was the quarterback for the Atlanta Falcons, he was both admired and idolized by people everywhere. When he was found guilty of dog fighting, he was despised by more. What a shame that a young man with such promise would succumb to such a savage thing as dog fighting.
My brother raises Pit Bull Dogs. He is one of the top breeders around. He once told someone that was offering to pay him $1,500 for a puppy that let something about ‘fighting’ slip out that he would rather take that puppy out back and put a bullet in his head than sell him to someone that was going to fight him. The man left angrily with $1,500 cash in his hand spouting some rather unpleasant words as he left. About 2 hours later, someone else came with cash for the same puppy. My brother sold him to that person and was afraid that all the gentleman did was give the money to someone else to buy the puppy for him. Because of things like that, he’s getting out of breeding.
These are not vicious dogs unless made to the that way. Bubba, his pet and best buddy, will more likely lick you to death than ever hurt anyone. China, she will bite if you provoke her but a child can take food out of her mouth and she’ll let them. China even nursed Shih-Tzu puppies while the Shih-Tzu mother was sick. That’s a real mean dog huh? Now my mothers Pit, Sheba, she will tear you apart if you get too close to my Mother and she doesn’t now you. That’s what her job is, to protect my 70 year old mother and she does a great job of it.
Just don’t blame the breed for things like what Michael Vick did. Not all Pit Bulls are mean. Some are more like lick dogs and lap dogs. It’s all in the breeding and the way they are raised. They deserve respect as a breed, not fear necessarily. Even Michael Vick’s dogs are now gentle from what I understand.
Oh, this is Bubba. He’s a blue Pit that weighs in at about 75 pounds. Ain’t he cute!!!!
Since Celeste is 17 years old, she does not have to return to her parents as long as someone, me in other words, is appointed her legal guardian until she turned 18. Well I gladly accepted that responsibility. Since I have taken a restraining order out against her father, he can no longer come within 50 feet of my home and establishment. Celeste also took one out and now he can’t come within 50 feet of her anywhere she goes.
It’s a shame that such a beautiful and bright young woman should have to make such hard decisions about her own father but Celeste knows that she in turn must protect herself and her son. The law is on her side in all of this mess. Her hopes and dreams to be her own person, go to college and support herself and her son are what keep her going.
Life is hard at times and tough decisions are all a part of growing up. A 17 year old shouldn’t have to make such hard decisions but she has and has done it without malice or hatred in her heart. She will go far in life with her gentle and loving heart. I only can hope and pray she doesn’t develop a hard heart because of all of this. I honestly don’t think she will because we will surround her with love and respect here. I am so very proud of her.
I don’t care who you are going to vote for, just make sure you do go out and vote. This election is going to be a history making election either way. I have always felt that if you don’t vote, you have no right to complain about the shape our country is in because you didn’t even care enough to vote to try and help it be better. Well every voice needs to be heard this year for sure. Please, get out and vote. I’ll be there.
We’re having a Halloween bash!! The place is all decorated in spooky stuff, have a hay ride through a spook trail, bobbing for apples, and a best costume contest to boot. It all starts at dark and the whole community is invited. Well most of it anyway.
I’m Scarlet O’Hara of course, Grace is a clown, Celeste is Snow White and Little Joe is one of the seven dwarfs, Happy!! He’s always smiling so Happy fits him perfect. All the adults have to bring a big bag of candy to help with the candy we give out to the kids that come by Trick-or-Treating and other than that, the party is free.
Hey, if you’re in the mountains of North Carolina, stop by and see us. I promise you’ll have a blast. Don’t forget to come in a costume!!!
It all became too clear this weekend why Celeste took Little Joe and left home. Her father found out where she was, got drunk and came beating on my door last night. I could smell the liquor on his breath as soon as I opened the door. He demanded to see his daughter and I told him that he was not welcome here and to leave. That didn’t go over very well.
This crazy man shoved me out of the way and started up the stairs yelling for Celeste to come down right that minute. Celeste locked herself in her room with Little Joe and Grace, my faithful friend and help around the house called 911 as soon as she heard what was going on. By the time the deputy sheriff got there, he was trying to break down Celeste’s door and I had my shot gun on him asking him to stop or I would shoot.
They got him cuffed and as they were taking him out of the house, he yelled to Celeste that she was not taking HIS grandson from him. He then called her every kind of low person you can imagine for having a baby as young as she was and not married. She was not only abused physically by her father but he was also abusing her emotionally. My heart stopped when it hit me. I went to the sheriff’s department and took a restraining order against him so he can’t come back.
Now to help Celeste and Little Joe never have to go back to that crazy man again. After a lot of tears and some talking, I told Celeste that I would take her to a lawyer and get custody of both her and Little Joe if that’s what she wanted so she would not have to go back there again. So we have an appointment with my lawyer today to see what we have to do to protect them.
Do you remember that show back in the 70’s called Alice? It had that big haired waitress in it, named Flo? She was always telling someone to ‘Kiss my grits!’ and I have loved that line since the first time I heard it on TV.
Well, Flo and I are similar in that I’ll tell you to kiss mine too if you cross me, but just like Flo, it’s to hide that tender side of myself.
Trust isn’t easy for me to give. Life’s dealt me some pretty lousy blows but has given me so pretty terrific chances at the same time. The past is as it should be, the past, something to learn from and I’m still learning.
So here’s my blog with my stories from past adventures and my dreams of a better future. Come along with me if you like a wild ride!