The other evening we were relaxing before heading to bed when our phone rang.
Wayne answered and a person on the other end said the words most of us at one time or another "have dreamed of hearing".
He said "Is this Mr. Forester?" "I am calling to confirm that "You" have been chosen as our "Number 1" prize winner!"
"What did you say? I won what? I din't enter any contest and I can't understand you."
After a minute or two he told the man on the phone to "talk to my wife" and he handed me the phone.
"Hello?" The man gave a name and told me that indeed my husband had been chosen to recieve first prizein the Publishers Clearing House Sweepsteaks! He said that not only did he win money but also a new car and other prizes as well.
Well, I think that would wake just about anyone up! $1,500,000! Now that is a lot of cash. And a new car and other prizes?
"You have my attention" I said.
As I listened my head said "this is crazy" "these things only happen to other people". I was sure I had misunderstood, so I repeted that we had not entered any contest recently and had not even purchased a lottery ticket.
"Now, please listen to me, Mrs Forester." he said. "This is legitimate, your husband is the winner of this years contest."
"We have his entry here and we just need to confirm some basic information. It will only take a few minutes." He continued to insist that Wayne was the big winner in the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes! He said only 5 names had been drawn and Waynes was the top prize winner. I stayed on the line and continued to listen.
I was having a hard time understanding his heavy accent as he confirmed our name and address and ask several other questions.
I kept questioning him as to why he was calling at such an odd hour and why he needed information and after several minutes the line was disconnected----
Well as I'm sure you have realized by now. "The prize patrol never arrived!"
We are still waiting--
Perhaps, just perhaps "dollars will someday fall from the sky", but not this week and probably not next.
If and when, this windfall arrives at our door we will be sure to let you know!
But, until then,remember the saying--
"If it sounds TOO GOOD to be TRUE, It probably IS."
PLEASE DON'T BECOME the VICTIM OF A PHONE SCAM!!!
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Time flies
It is hard to believe that time goes so quickly and that the older one gets the faster it flies.
Today our oldest child, Kelly, turned 42! He is now a man with a family of his own. I'm sure he is already beginning to understand that the years wait for no-one.
It seems like only a moment ago that he was little guy, chasing the beagle puppy his Uncle Bob and Aunt Dana brought him on his first birthday. Squealing for the sheer joy of living.
Then a moment later, pulling a big red wagon down the sidewalk in front of our house in Joplin, MO and still another moment later riding the turquoise trike up and down that same sidewalk.
One, two, three years gone already. He is now a big boy and also a big brother.
The year was 1972, we left Missouri in March of that year and moved our little family to Ohio. Daddy had gotten a much better job working for General Motors when Kelly was 3 1/2 and April was 15 months old.
It wasn't long until he was experiencing more new things. He learned to ride his bike with the training wheels off the ground shortly after his 5th birthday and started kindergarten with not one but 2 very black eyes, the result of a hard fall the day before his first official day of school.
The following summer a police officer came knocking on our door right in the middle of his 6th birthday party! The criminal??? Kelly, along with another little friend a few houses down from us had decided to uproot another neighbors garden (just to see what was growing!)
In second grade he missed his bus home and had the school and his parents in quite a panic for over an hour while he casually was window shopping on his way home.
He once collected wet girlie pictures from a puddle and hung them up to dry over the branches of a tree until Mom came to check up on him and told him he couldn't keep them, even if they were for a friend!
Time continued and our teen found himself facing new challenges and unfamiliar territory. It wasn't always easy for him but, it's a fact that most of us must sometimes deal with tough times.
We became foster parents when Kelly was a teen and now he had to deal with, not only one little sister, but, several other little ones that were in and out of our lives.
Jeannie and Jodi were probably the most special, being here for close to two years. We all loved them like they were our own. Kelly, was 2 year old Jeannie's "special big brother". She followed him around and always wanted him to "babysit" her.
Next came graduation and then several years serving our country in the Marines. It wasn't so very long after his return that Wendy came into his life, then baby numbe 1, Jessica and after that, our little tornado, Storm.
Now Jessi is about ready to get a drivers lisence and Storm just turned into a real teenager earlier this month.
As I said before, time goes quickly, it dosn't crawl, it dosn't walk, it flies!!!
Happy Birthday Son, May you have many more happy, healthy years!
Today our oldest child, Kelly, turned 42! He is now a man with a family of his own. I'm sure he is already beginning to understand that the years wait for no-one.
It seems like only a moment ago that he was little guy, chasing the beagle puppy his Uncle Bob and Aunt Dana brought him on his first birthday. Squealing for the sheer joy of living.
Then a moment later, pulling a big red wagon down the sidewalk in front of our house in Joplin, MO and still another moment later riding the turquoise trike up and down that same sidewalk.
One, two, three years gone already. He is now a big boy and also a big brother.
The year was 1972, we left Missouri in March of that year and moved our little family to Ohio. Daddy had gotten a much better job working for General Motors when Kelly was 3 1/2 and April was 15 months old.
It wasn't long until he was experiencing more new things. He learned to ride his bike with the training wheels off the ground shortly after his 5th birthday and started kindergarten with not one but 2 very black eyes, the result of a hard fall the day before his first official day of school.
The following summer a police officer came knocking on our door right in the middle of his 6th birthday party! The criminal??? Kelly, along with another little friend a few houses down from us had decided to uproot another neighbors garden (just to see what was growing!)
In second grade he missed his bus home and had the school and his parents in quite a panic for over an hour while he casually was window shopping on his way home.
He once collected wet girlie pictures from a puddle and hung them up to dry over the branches of a tree until Mom came to check up on him and told him he couldn't keep them, even if they were for a friend!
Time continued and our teen found himself facing new challenges and unfamiliar territory. It wasn't always easy for him but, it's a fact that most of us must sometimes deal with tough times.
We became foster parents when Kelly was a teen and now he had to deal with, not only one little sister, but, several other little ones that were in and out of our lives.
Jeannie and Jodi were probably the most special, being here for close to two years. We all loved them like they were our own. Kelly, was 2 year old Jeannie's "special big brother". She followed him around and always wanted him to "babysit" her.
Next came graduation and then several years serving our country in the Marines. It wasn't so very long after his return that Wendy came into his life, then baby numbe 1, Jessica and after that, our little tornado, Storm.
Now Jessi is about ready to get a drivers lisence and Storm just turned into a real teenager earlier this month.
As I said before, time goes quickly, it dosn't crawl, it dosn't walk, it flies!!!
Happy Birthday Son, May you have many more happy, healthy years!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Thoughts for today---
What to write????--I'm not sure I even have a thought for today! My thought????---humm-m-m----???? OK, I think I'm ready.
I'm glad it is Wednesday and I don't have anything too important to do today. ---There, how's that??? I think that is a thought. At least it's a start.
I am glad the sun is shining and the sky is blue and the flowers are blooming and the birds are singing and --- I guess you get my message. It's better than complaining, isn't it. I do too much of that as it is.
Today---I started this morning at the DENTIST office! I had 5 cavities!!! Not one but FIVE! The dentist office is not usually a place you look forward to going, but, if you can believe this, (maybe you can and maybe you can't ) I absolutely love my dentist. He is one of the funniest guys I know. It is hard to keep my mouth open while he works, because he is so busy making me laugh. Dr. Jeff is not what most of us think of when thinking of "the dentist". While he is really excellent at his job, he is also a comedian, a big game hunter (really, he goes to all sorts of places around the world to hunt), good looking, AND he is a wonderful Christian. So even though I don't exactly enjoy drills and large hands in my mouth, it could be much, much worse!
That pretty much covers what I accomplished today so far.I may try to do one or two little worthwhile things before the day is completely over, but, I havn't quite decided.
Keith, (my sweet amd AWSOME twin brother) called us last week and said he was coming to visit us for a couple of days. His sons job as an airline machanic came with family priviledges, so he has been able to fly free the past year or so and do some neat trips. Great while it lasted, but unfortunately is coming to an end since the young man is leaving the country to work for a regional company in Viet Nam! Long way from home, but should be exciting. Whole new culture over there to learn about.
Anyway had a great time with Keith. We visited about old times, religion (lots of differences here. I told him I would continue to pray for him. He took in his gentle good humor, though he says there isn't any reason to pray for him!), his military history (lot's I didn't know about his time overseas), science, math and antiques (he loves antiques, REAL antiques). He is far ahead of me intellectually, but we have a lot of family history in common and since he was so very introverted as a young person it is fun getting re-acquainted with him. I was grateful he was able to come and had a lot of fun poking around the antique shops we went to. Wayne , bless his little heart! (inside joke) ran us around all day Saturday to shops, even though he isn't particularly into antiquing! (He's a good guy, that man of mine.) Keith said he didn't want to overstay his welcome so he's back in Missouri now, probably glad to be back home where he can do as he wishes and not worry 'bout me.
Guess I've had about enough thoughts for one day "Thank You to our wonderful Father!"
I'm glad it is Wednesday and I don't have anything too important to do today. ---There, how's that??? I think that is a thought. At least it's a start.
I am glad the sun is shining and the sky is blue and the flowers are blooming and the birds are singing and --- I guess you get my message. It's better than complaining, isn't it. I do too much of that as it is.
Today---I started this morning at the DENTIST office! I had 5 cavities!!! Not one but FIVE! The dentist office is not usually a place you look forward to going, but, if you can believe this, (maybe you can and maybe you can't ) I absolutely love my dentist. He is one of the funniest guys I know. It is hard to keep my mouth open while he works, because he is so busy making me laugh. Dr. Jeff is not what most of us think of when thinking of "the dentist". While he is really excellent at his job, he is also a comedian, a big game hunter (really, he goes to all sorts of places around the world to hunt), good looking, AND he is a wonderful Christian. So even though I don't exactly enjoy drills and large hands in my mouth, it could be much, much worse!
That pretty much covers what I accomplished today so far.I may try to do one or two little worthwhile things before the day is completely over, but, I havn't quite decided.
Keith, (my sweet amd AWSOME twin brother) called us last week and said he was coming to visit us for a couple of days. His sons job as an airline machanic came with family priviledges, so he has been able to fly free the past year or so and do some neat trips. Great while it lasted, but unfortunately is coming to an end since the young man is leaving the country to work for a regional company in Viet Nam! Long way from home, but should be exciting. Whole new culture over there to learn about.
Anyway had a great time with Keith. We visited about old times, religion (lots of differences here. I told him I would continue to pray for him. He took in his gentle good humor, though he says there isn't any reason to pray for him!), his military history (lot's I didn't know about his time overseas), science, math and antiques (he loves antiques, REAL antiques). He is far ahead of me intellectually, but we have a lot of family history in common and since he was so very introverted as a young person it is fun getting re-acquainted with him. I was grateful he was able to come and had a lot of fun poking around the antique shops we went to. Wayne , bless his little heart! (inside joke) ran us around all day Saturday to shops, even though he isn't particularly into antiquing! (He's a good guy, that man of mine.) Keith said he didn't want to overstay his welcome so he's back in Missouri now, probably glad to be back home where he can do as he wishes and not worry 'bout me.
Guess I've had about enough thoughts for one day "Thank You to our wonderful Father!"
Saturday, July 10, 2010
This morning I was sitting here being kind of lazy. My sweet husband had made me a cup of coffee and I had my Pepsi on ice (yes, I know it is a strange habit, but I like it) I was just dreaming along and remembering things in my past.
So I thought I might try to see what would happen if I were to actually sat down at the computer and wrote some notes on my thoughts. I know several others that Blog and I enjoy reading what they write, so "Why not?
When I was little I remember lying out on my back in the yard and just thinking of all the things that might happen when I grew up. I don't remember ever having any particular dreams. Not any that lasted very long anyway except I knew I wanted to grow up and have a husband and kids.
Well, there was one that lasted for years and it started when I was about 11 or 12. At that time we had neighbors across the road that had a new colt. We were invited over to right after he was born and got to see him stand up for the very first time. I remember how cute and wobbly he was as he stood up. I was immediately in love. His name was "Storm of a Summer Night" because of the stormy night he was being born. We called him, of course "Stormy", and we spent hours playing with him in the field behind their house. He would chase us around the fence and come if we called him. The next summer when he was bigger we were able to swing down, from a tree with a very convienent branch at just the right hight, onto his back and ride him around the pasture. I don't remember being told we were allowed but we did it anyway and as far as I know no one ever stopped us. We had to ride bareback hollding onto his mane or the halter he sometimes wore. Only one time I remember being afraid with him and that was when our collie, Lassie, ran out at him and barked at his feet while I was riding. Igot to have the ride of my young life. He ran the full circle of his pasture and I recall how close the fence seemed as my leg flung out to the side as we rounded a corner. After a few minutes he reared back and I was no longer on top of him, but flat on my backside! Luckily,I wasn't hurt badly and I didn't tell because I was afraid I wouldn't be allowed over there any more if my parents found out!
He was moved when he was two years old and after that I always thought I would like to have a horse ranch and have beautiful horses to ride and care for.
For years I would tease Wayne, telling him that he had to buy me a farm so I could, at least, have ONE horse, but, he never would co-operate!
So, as you can see, my one big dream is still waiting to be fufilled!
Even though I will likely never own a horse of my own, I still love them and if I get the opportunity I still love (at least the idea) of riding.
So I thought I might try to see what would happen if I were to actually sat down at the computer and wrote some notes on my thoughts. I know several others that Blog and I enjoy reading what they write, so "Why not?
When I was little I remember lying out on my back in the yard and just thinking of all the things that might happen when I grew up. I don't remember ever having any particular dreams. Not any that lasted very long anyway except I knew I wanted to grow up and have a husband and kids.
Well, there was one that lasted for years and it started when I was about 11 or 12. At that time we had neighbors across the road that had a new colt. We were invited over to right after he was born and got to see him stand up for the very first time. I remember how cute and wobbly he was as he stood up. I was immediately in love. His name was "Storm of a Summer Night" because of the stormy night he was being born. We called him, of course "Stormy", and we spent hours playing with him in the field behind their house. He would chase us around the fence and come if we called him. The next summer when he was bigger we were able to swing down, from a tree with a very convienent branch at just the right hight, onto his back and ride him around the pasture. I don't remember being told we were allowed but we did it anyway and as far as I know no one ever stopped us. We had to ride bareback hollding onto his mane or the halter he sometimes wore. Only one time I remember being afraid with him and that was when our collie, Lassie, ran out at him and barked at his feet while I was riding. Igot to have the ride of my young life. He ran the full circle of his pasture and I recall how close the fence seemed as my leg flung out to the side as we rounded a corner. After a few minutes he reared back and I was no longer on top of him, but flat on my backside! Luckily,I wasn't hurt badly and I didn't tell because I was afraid I wouldn't be allowed over there any more if my parents found out!
He was moved when he was two years old and after that I always thought I would like to have a horse ranch and have beautiful horses to ride and care for.
For years I would tease Wayne, telling him that he had to buy me a farm so I could, at least, have ONE horse, but, he never would co-operate!
So, as you can see, my one big dream is still waiting to be fufilled!
Even though I will likely never own a horse of my own, I still love them and if I get the opportunity I still love (at least the idea) of riding.
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