Fall Festivals and Morning... I mean.. Evening Coffee

It's that time of year!  Fall Festivals.  

I love them! 

The weather was perfect this year!

My favorite...  the Springs Fest!  

This one we went to on Friday.

"Hello!  From Springs Pa.!"
Half the fun is the many yard sales along the way!

Homemade bread and Apple butter.  Homemade vegetable soup.  Kettle Corn.  Maple sugar candy.  Apple dumplings.  Homemade ice cream.  **SIGH**

"Hello!" from Gary from the Springs Fest.

On Saturday we went to the Bedford Pa. Fall Festival, which is huge.  That entire town was packed with people!!  

Good times!

I forgot my camera both times.  I used my phone for the Springs Fest and didn't take any pictures at the Bedford Festival.

As always, we collected a lot of goodies for the Grand Angels...  

Tonight, Gary made the coffee like he always does... and set the timer to go off at 6 AM but for some reason it brewed right away instead of the scheduled time.

"Gary, isn't it a little late for coffee?"  I asked.

He looked at me from his recliner...  a little confused.

"We have coffee!"  I said.

Gracie got up out of her chair, wide eyed...  and waited at the door to go out and get the morning paper.  LOL!!!

Dear Diary,
Somethings very wrong here.  It smells like morning, but we didn't really go to bed yet.   I was all set to go out with mom to get the paper but she just started laughing at me.  Gracie.

Big Trouble!!!

Dear Diary,

I haven't been in this much trouble since I almost tripped dad while jay zig zag walking during our walk.

Dad put me outside today.  Soon after, he came out to find me with a birdie friend in my mouth, fighting for its life.   

Hey...  I was just trying to find the squeaker.  

Guess who got in big, big trouble?

R.I.P. Birdie Friend.  Gracie.

Taking a Bullet for Someone You Love

I've often heard the phrase 'I'd take a bullet for you' and thought...  yea, right.  I can't think of anyone I would take a bullet for.  I must be s-e-l-f-i-s-h!

But then again, do we even realize what we would do until the time comes?  

Would I risk my life to save my grandchildren 

from a burning building?

I'm sure I would!

Would I push Gary out of the way so the oncoming train would crash into me instead?  

There's a good chance.  

Would I lunge toward my dog, forgetting about how old I am and how breaking just one bone in my body could lay me up for months, saving her from running out of the garage door as she follows me to the laundry room and I realize that Gary has the garage door opened?  

Well, yes I would! 

Maybe I'm not as selfish as I thought I was.  

OUCH!  BUT NO BROKEN BONES.

Dear Diary,

I don't know what all the fuss was about.  Firstly, I've always known that the nag Mom is crazy about me.  She can't live without me and that's a fact.  First thing in the morning... it's all about me.  Second thing in the morning... me, me, me..  Third thing...  well, you get the picture.  She's always got my back.  This brings me to the overprotective part.  A dog needs some space, ya know.  It is not necessary to drag me through the air by my harness (into the house) to save me from breaking my rope and charging at the annoying german shepherd walking its master down our sidewalk.  It is overkill.  I mean, really.  She's so dramatic.  AND the way she lunged at me a few weeks ago when I went to the laundry room to help her do the laundry...  shielding me from 'escaping' out the garage door?  There is that word escape..  huh...  I must be in prison if I need to escape.  Oh, and get this.  Then she takes me back over to the laundry room (after the fact) to re-enact the whole darn thing so she can take pictures and blog about it. This is one wacko wooman if ya get my drift.  Gracie.