My Favorite Season..

Don't you love the smell of autumn? The crisp cooler weather, the cozy feeling a warm house with a spice candle burning can give; or the smell of apple cider on the stove? Yes, I am a true fall lover. Of course, one reason may be that my birthday is smack dab in the middle of this beautiful season , but nevertheless, this has always been my favorite season of all.

As I sit on my couch today, enjoying my new fall decorations, I'm remembering when I was younger and the many "fall trips" my family went on. These trips would land us in certain destinations such as White House Fruit Farms, Volant, or Amish Country. These memories are so sweet for me and I may talk Chris into finding somewhere around here that is similar to those places ;) I can't wait for every thing this season holds for us.......Enjoy one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets.

James Whitcomb Riley. 1853–1916

"When the Frost is on the Punkin"

WHEN the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then the time a feller is a-feelin' at his best,	5
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here—	10
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossoms on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock—	15
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries—kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;	20
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below—the clover overhead!—
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps	25
Is poured around the cellar-floor in red and yaller heaps;
And your cider-makin's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With theyr mince and apple-butter, and theyr souse and sausage too!...
I don't know how to tell it—but ef such a thing could be
As the angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me—	30
I'd want to 'commodate 'em—all the whole-indurin' flock—
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.

Ahh.......hot water

Goodbye to below 0 degree showers!! Goodbye to a sink full of dishes! and goodbye to stinky people ;) We have our hot water back! O friends, this feels like Christmas to me...well thank you for sharing this present trial with us. For now, I'm going to go enjoy a HOT bath.....

Could today be the day??

*WARNING*- AGGRAVATED WOMAN AHEAD!!!

I suppose I should inform you all of why I'm a little -no let me rephrase that- a lot aggravated. It can be summed up in one word- GAS. No my friends, I can guarantee it is not what you're thinking, rather it is the gas company. Our hot water has ceased to be since Friday.

On Friday, I had just finished doing the dishes, and Renee a load of laundry, when I realized as I was hopping into the shower, that we had no hot water. Of course, I thought it to be because we had used all of it by doing these other chores. Boy, was I wrong!! Eight hours later, when Chris came home, ready to get a hot shower, we still had none! We were very confused and frustrated, but it wasn't that bad because we were headed to Hutchinson for the weekend, and didn't have to worry about the hot water for 2 days. After a great weekend at the fair, and in Hutch, we headed home Sunday evening after church to our *cold* abode. It didn't affect us much that night, however because we had all already showered.

Monday morning, bright and early, I decided to call the gas company and see what was wrong. It turns out, the gas had not been put in our name. Our lovely landlord had forgotten to mention that minor detail. I proceeded to talk to a nice lady at the gas company. And as she set my account and asked me tedious questions, I couldn't wait to hear the words, "someone will be out to your house shortly to deal with this problem." As you can tell, with these hopeful thoughts, I've obviously never dealt with this kind of thing before, because she came back on the line telling me that no one could help me until the next day. It was a grim day at the Stivers household. My dishes continued to pile up because of the lack of hot water to wash them with. My hair was starting to look like it could oil a car, and poor Renee was taking below 0 degree showers.

The next day, I woke up refreshed because this was the day I had been waiting for: the infamous day when this house could return to normalcy. Well, little did I know, that that would not be the case. The appointment was set for anywhere from 12-5. I drove Renee to the airport and eagerly awaited the call of the "gas man". Hour after hour passed, and still no call. When 4:30 rolled around, I was becoming anxious, so I called the gas company once again to make sure someone was coming. As I was on the phone with her, an incoming call came through on the other line, and when I picked up, an older man's voice sounded on the other line. It was indeed the "gas man" calling to tell me he had one more house to do, and then he'd be over. During this time, I went to pick Chris up from work and waited.....

The next time I looked at the clock, it read 6:00 p.m. and still no show of the gas man. Now, Chris and I had to be at the fair at 7:30 and the fair is a 45 minute drive from our house, so needless to say, we were getting antsy. I finally had enough and picked up my phone to call the man back to see where in the world he was. He answered, and told me that he had received two emergency calls and would not be able to get to the house until at least 8:30 or 9:00. WHAT??!! I was so mad- I had waited all day to get into a warm shower only to find out that I had to wait until the next day, again! I replied, "Sir, my husband and I have to go the fair, because we have tickets to see a show. I have been without hot water since Friday and was counting on you to be here when you said you would." He responded tersely, "Well, this is business Ma'am. We can't control emergencies. I start work tomorrow at 8:30 so I'll give you a call and you'll be my first stop." I thought to myself many things but simply responded with a lame "Okay, see ya tomorrow." I knew the man was right about not being able to control emergencies but I just couldn't understand what was so hard about having enough people working that they could keep appointments! Needless to say, I desperately needed a shower so Chris started heating up water on the stove, but it takes a lot of pans full of water to fill up a bathtub. As we were working on it, I asked Chris "Are you being reminded of Little House on the Prairie right about now?" All I could think of was in a few years, looking back on this and laughing, but it sure wasn't funny right at the moment. We ended up running late for our show, but all in all, it was a fun night once again at the fair, and tomorrow was another day..(thank-you Scarlet for the inspiration....)

This morning is supposed to be the morning that we get our hot water back..could this really be it?? Could this be the day that I get to remember what hot water feels like? We'll see!

*One lesson I've learned from all of this: I will never take a hot shower for granted the rest of my life.

A fun week

Well, I'm very wide awake and chipper this morning and thought I might as well share a blog while I'm feeling this way. This has been such a great week: Flying home with Renee, the State Fair, shopping trips, and just all-around a good week. Church was great last night, and I'm soo thankful to get to be a part of this church. Chris was off to work bright and early this morning, and who knows what the day holds for Renee and I. Well, this was kind of a pointless blog post, but to sum it all up: I am going to have a great time and enjoy the blessings of today :)

Memories.....

Well, everybody the last few days have been quite exciting to say the least....Renee (my friend from Ohio) is here visiting and loving Kansas.(Well, at least until yesterday) Yesterday morning, we were sitting at the house deciding what to do when we both decided we'd like to go out for the day and find some good shopping spots! Just a few weeks ago Chris had taken me to Town East Mall in Wichita and I loved it. Now, I have been to Wichita a few times since we've moved here but NEVER by myself and Diana tends to be a little directionally challenged.I very boldly told Renee that I could get us there easily even though I had never drove it by myself. I called a friend who got me going in the general direction and so as quick as that, we were headed for a fun day in Wichita. As we were heading out of Park City, who should I pass but David, whom most of you know is Chris' brother who is a state trooper. I was tempted to stop and ask the exact directions to the mall, but realized that doing that might have caused more trouble than it was worth. It was at that moment, as I reached for my phone to call someone who could have helped me that I realized with a dreaded pit in my stomach, that I had left my phone at home. As I started passing exits one by one, I knew I had no idea where I was going, but I just decided in my mind that as soon as I took an exit, I would recognize something that would hopefully take me to the mall. I ended up taking some exit called Hydraulic and to say the least, that was NOT the right one. I just ended up between a lot of factories and it did NOT look like the some place I wanted to be. I got back on the freeway and headed the other direction. I passed David again, wishing I could get his attention and was trying to call Chris at the same time from Renee's phone because his was the only phone number I had memorized. Of course, he wasn't answering. I continued driving, aggravated at myself, for not remembering my phone until I remembered hearing people talk about Kellogg Street and thought that that idea might have some promise to it. Eventually, after I had found Kellogg we stopped at a gas station to ask for help (in which, I felt like a moron) and got going in the right direction..Well, an hour and several headaches later we were pulling into the mall. It ended up being a fun day. We got some stuff for Chris' birthday and had a good time. We ran into a little trouble again on the way home but nothing major and ended up getting home just fine.

Now on to today........

Actually this scenario started yesterday. Before I got in the shower yesterday, I decided to do some dishes and Renee threw a load of laundry in...after all of this I went to take a shower and had no hot water- nope, not a stitch. I decided to wait for an hour and see if that helped , but it didn't and so I reluctantly left for Wichita without a shower. That night, when we got home, Chris got in the shower only to find that we still had NO hot water. He tried to reset the hot water heater, but that didn't do any good. We woke up this morning- STILL no hot water. Grr.. that's aggravating. I don't know how people ever lived like this back in the old days....but I've decided that I'm going to venture out and take an old-fashioned bath. Yes, I do mean where you boil water on the stove and bathe in it. We'll see how it goes :) I just keep trying to tell myself that these kind of things help make memories......whether good or bad, at least they're memories!~

Home at Last

As most of you know, I got to go home last week to see my parents and in hopes of finishing up some orthodontic work there. I was able to enjoy my sister being there the same time I was there. And of course, the event that welcomes fall indto the Mahoning County (Canfield Fair) was going in full speed and that's always a family tradition..a.k.a..fries with vinegar and ketchup, elephant ear, a gyro, and of course, the Molnar's cinnamon roll!! (ahh,,,HEAVENLY...) Yes, my friends, this is clearly NO place for the dieting person. We also enjoyed hearing the Robinson Family sing which is always an experience in itself ;) Let's just say the mom definitely "feels" all her songs and is very emotional about it all. Late-night board games with the family, shopping trips, and mom's cookin' all made for an excellent vacation at home.

However, when I say "home" I mean the place that I know like the back of my hand, the place of my childhood home and the home of all of my memories. But, I realize that I am now making a new "home" of my own with my husband and someday, a family of our own. This is the home that I belong in now and am so blessed to have....it is so wonderful to be back....