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Wow. This article from the Timesis SO inspiring to me. I love the idea. I love old barns.
A couple bought an old, dilapidated, crappy barn north of Manhattan for $150K and renovated to make it warm and livable. The idea of buying a crummy old barn or warehouse and fixing it up gets me so excited. If you came to my wedding you will know how much I like this idea. Doesn’t it sound romantic and fun. Wouldn’t it be nice to have a farm house to vacation to, especially in upstate New York? Brian and I spent a long time exploring upstate New York when we did our 1/2 year lap around the United States. It’s God’s Country up there.
A place in the country for my dogs to run free (and me, too) sounds so enticing and appealing. Brian, get your project calendar out and your tool belt positioned!
Apparently Under the Blue Moonhad a great Halloween Party. Check it out, here. Her blog makes it look like so much fun! Entirely envious, I noticed she did a great job. As I look at her pictures it reminds me: we failed. And, we failed amazingly bad. Who? Brian and I. Brian and I promised ourselves that we would have a Halloween Party this year. As we sat on the front porch batching out candy and doting over the fabulous costumes last October we dreamt of the best Halloween Party ever. And, we made plans accordingly – bright plans, vivid plans, fun plans. With invitations to all of our friends and family we would have a candidly decorated, all too spooky house. “Mummys and Frankenstein,” Brian envisioned. Couples with children could trick or treat down Savannah Avenue while the childless guests consume cocktails. The kids could play and the adults could…well, play. In our minds we arranged bails of hay and apple bobbing contests on the front lawn. “We can look for dancing Elvis, Dorothy and Toto, or the giant pumpkin with our friends,” we said. Yay. How much fun. Brian and I are such dreamers. The trick-or-treaters came one by one, sometimes by the load, sometimes sparingly. The time between the carloads and the walkers was utilized to make the arrangements for the upcoming All-Hallows eve gala, the next-year event. The planned menu included ghoulish treats, decor of spider webs and coffins. Everything was dark with spots of purple, orange and red. Upon a Blue Moon’s partyis a gentle reminder that sometimes my husband and I fail to implement our dreams, our plans, and our arrangements. Our calender is not reflective of a Halloween Party. Admittedly, we have fun creating our plans in our minds. No need to worry about failing to implement our party strategy this year. Afterall, we’ll have a Halloween party next year!
Oh, my dear God above. As I read the paper today, my neck craned forward, my hands clinched each side of the document as I brought it forward to my face. A smile spread across my face as my mouth fell open wide. No way, I thought. There is absolutely no way. OPRAH IS COMING TO GEORGIA. But, she is. Hooray! She will be in Macon on November 17th. This is the best news I have heard in a long time. I love Oprah. Upon reading this delightful news, I raced to the computer to check on-line reservations. Tick, peck, tick, tap, tick. My fingers dance across the keyboard, expediently tapping the route to my on-line destination. Maybe my dreams WILL come true. I would love to go to the Oprah Show. The trek is on my list of things to do in this lifetime. In fact, it is in the top ten. Oprah is the only show that I watch semi-religiously. And, I have for years. To my disappointment but not to my surprise, the show is booked. They are no longer accepting reservations. If you are a survivor of domestic abuse you can submit your story of violence with hopes of being selected to attend. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I do not fit the bill. Rats! Oprah is one of my heroines. I think she is a modern prophet, an angel here on Planet Earth. She spreads happiness, light and love. I want to see her, darn it. Hmm…she promotes The Secret. That is it. There’s my ticket. I will hope and wish a chance to go to the show. I will use The Secret to secure my space in her audience. See you there! 
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