<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:47:21.084-05:00</updated><category term='Self'/><category term='Twister'/><category term='Group Placement'/><category term='Moments in Time'/><category term='Pneumonia'/><category term='Siblings'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='River'/><category term='Fire'/><category term='Whisper'/><category term='Drifter'/><category term='Irish Setter'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Culver&apos;s'/><category term='Tax Day'/><category term='Number 4'/><title type='text'>Gone to the dogs? or gone mad?</title><subtitle type='html'>The often mundane adventures of a, now 50-year old, divorced woman and her beautiful Gordon Setter (and occasional Irish Setter) companions on this journey we call life....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-589378281044899497</id><published>2009-05-20T07:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:12:00.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May 20, 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/ShQA1Uk7yZI/AAAAAAAABOo/K93qwUT3ZHE/s1600-h/AstiBISPup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/ShQA1Uk7yZI/AAAAAAAABOo/K93qwUT3ZHE/s320/AstiBISPup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337892374397569426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 20, 1999 is a very significant day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ten years ago today, that my Nana, Alice Elizabeth Breining Gero Clark, died at the young age of 92.  Nana was a very important person in my life.  She was a most unique individual and in the past many years, I have thought of her life and have remembered so many things that she did that were very intriquing and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year that she died, about 2 years after having been diagnosed with colon cancer was memorable.  I recall that on April 13 she walked me to my car; there was little indication that she would be gone in a little over a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-husband and I spent lots of time with Nana.  Greg remodeled her home in town and then shared many a happy hour with her.  She loved her cocktails...*grin* and she loved Snickers' bars, too.  During those times of happy hours, Greg and Nana would talk and share stories.  One day, when I was unable to attend, they discussed some of my family's history.  Nana told Greg that her family was related to the Webster family.  That would include Noah and Daniel.  Daniel Webster was very instrumental, in fact, he brought into the US in 1842 the first two Gordon Setters.  Rachel and Rake were their names.  I find this so coincidental that many years later, I would find myself loving and appreciating Gordon Setters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nana died, she left Greg and me some money that we used to take a much-needed vacation and to purchase a Gordon Setter puppy, from Canada who we named, "Asti."  I purchased her from Clansmen Kennels in Canada.  She was the third pick of three girls in the litter born to Can Ch. Clansmen Cardhui out of Am/Can Ch. Dixieland's Country Lace.  Lacey was related to some other dogs that I had and was the daughter of Am/Can Ch. Woodsmoke's Classic Alibi, CD (Blue) who was and remains one of my all-time favorite Gordon Setters.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asti was born on June 8, 1999 (the anniversary of Greg's parents as well as the anniversary of the death of his paternal grandfather).  She and her littermates almost didn't make it as Lacey had them on a cold-ish morning in Canada.  But they all perservered and survived.  Asti will be 10 in a couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a long time to process Asti's papers from Canada.  She had come to live with us in September of 1999 as we picked her up from the Milwaukee Airport on the way to a show in Michigan.  I was going to name her Smoke or Asti.  When I saw her, as she flew in to Wisconsin with two Irish Setters (one of whom did some awesome winning in the US) I opened the crate door and she came bounding out....almost like a cork from a champagne bottle.  She was not a Smoke, but an Asti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named her:  Clansmen 'n' Amethyst Hi Ground.  The word Spumante (as in Asti Spumante) refers to a region in Italy off of high ground which produces many of the grapes used in making Asti Spumante.  I had 30 minutes to let Les know what her name was going to be as he was on the phone with the Canadian Kennel Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March of 2000, I started showing Asti.  She achieved many accolades starting with a puppy Sporting Group 1 at the Oshkosh KC fun match.  We entered her in shows the next couple months that culminated with several AKC Sporting Puppy Group 1 wins and majors.  However, the highlight of her very brief show career was that on May 20, 2000, at the Oshkosh Kennel Club Dog Show, she won Winners Bitch, Best of Winners, Best of Opposite Sex, Best Puppy, Group 1 Sporting Puppy and then under Judge Jane Roppollo Best in Show Puppy!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, within one year many of my dog show dreams that had never been accomplished before were with this dog that was a gift from my Nana.  Asti earned points from puppy class - my first dog to do so.  Asti earned two majors from puppy class - my first dog to do so.  Asti won puppy sporting group placements.  Asti defeated my nationally ranked male special and then made a cut in the real sporting group and Asti, in a large class of bitches at the 2000 National, got 4th place. The bitch in front of her, was a dog named "Journey" who also was a special girl, as "Journey" was out of Am/Can/Mex Ch. MacAlder Best For Shojin (Chipper) who was the father of my first Gordon Setter, Spice.  Nana accompanied me to a dog show in 1986 when Spice beat the #1 Gordon in the US at the time....and in the show photo, Nana's in the background!!  And....because of "Journey" I was able to know that Chipper's semen was frozen and the dream of breeding Asti to Chipper was realized.  No puppies were born, but I have 2 lovely puppies (Coal and Twister) that I own out of Ice and Chipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...who says that dreams do not come true?  Look at all the many connections that Asti has provided for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, she has a son out of Fire, MacE who is a Ch/UKC Champion and a Master Hunter...and a litter of 11 grandbabies who will be leaving for their new homes later this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Nana!!  You helped me to establish quite a legacy and to fulfill so many of my dreams all in one dog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-589378281044899497?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/589378281044899497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=589378281044899497' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/589378281044899497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/589378281044899497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2009/05/may-20-1999.html' title='May 20, 1999'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/ShQA1Uk7yZI/AAAAAAAABOo/K93qwUT3ZHE/s72-c/AstiBISPup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-2421442831589125709</id><published>2009-05-19T22:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:21:26.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>287 HUG  5:29 AM - What do they mean?</title><content type='html'>I have been reading and studying many books.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I picked up an incredibly powerful and positive book called, "When God Winks At You" by SQuire Rushnell.  For those of you who don't know who he is, he is a TV producer extraordinaire that was responsible for some important shows like "Conjunction Junction."  I can still hear my younger sibling singing that song.  If you'd like to read more about SQuire, please check out his &lt;a href="http://www.whengodwinks.com/about/"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I purchased the book.  Today I began to read the book and read the book.  I cannot seem to put it down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a most excellent day today....from a short work day to watching and sharing time with puppy buyers and breeder friends as we hunt-evaluated puppies out of MacE x Flame (see my &lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;).  I also picked up a book for a good friend who was "looking" for something and I found it for it.  That was cool.  I attended the 8th grade graduation of my friend, Laurie's daughter.  It was very nice and it's amazing to me how much Krista has grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was done, I went to Culver's and sat and ate dinner and read my book.  In the book, SQuire talks about "godwinks" which are little messages that God provides us showing us that he is around.  They happen everywhere in our lives and are often those unexplained, or often coincidences.  One of the stories in the book was that God allows us hugs when we need them.  The examples in the book were great and empowering.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I left Culver's, I looked at the car parked in the stall right as I walked out....the license plate was 287-HUG.  And...the car was a black Ford Escape, with tan interior, which is one of the vehicles I am looking at as a replacement for my current car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 4, my dad would have turned 80.  On that day, I know I received a godwink.....my house phone rang at 5:29 a.m. on May 4.  When I checked the caller ID the next day, it dawned on me the significance of that time:  Dad was born on May (the 5th month) and in the year 1929 (:29 minutes past 5 when the phone rang).  The call was identified a Private Caller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is everywhere....if we look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the beauty of spring...it's all around, too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-2421442831589125709?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/2421442831589125709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=2421442831589125709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/2421442831589125709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/2421442831589125709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2009/05/287-hug-529-am-what-do-they-mean.html' title='287 HUG  5:29 AM - What do they mean?'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-4416119891527971065</id><published>2009-05-04T23:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:29:30.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Score - May 4, 1929</title><content type='html'>May 4, 1929 my dad, Bob Gero, was born.  Had he lived, he would have celebrated his 80th birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts have been on Dad today as he starts the May birthday tradition in our family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad started it out, followed by my sister, Mary, on the 6th, followed now by nephew Zeke (grandson) on May 8th and my former mother-in-law on May 10th, followed by me on May 15 and my brother, Paul, on May 16.  The story goes as told by Dad, that Mom was trying to get both Paul and me on the same b-day.  Good thing for both of us that we each have our own day *grin*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I share that May birthday thing with everyone, the comment is always the same...that's a lot of Tauruses and perhaps a lotta bull.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang this morning, bright and early....about 5:30 a.m. and no one was on the line.  The caller ID said, private call.  Hmmmmm.....maybe Dad was up with the birds celebrating this day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Dad, for all the love and memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the best dad anyone could ever had.  I give thanks for your presence in my life even after leaving your physical body as well as for the things you taught me when you were here.  Your presence is always felt....so Happy 80th, Dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-4416119891527971065?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/4416119891527971065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=4416119891527971065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4416119891527971065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4416119891527971065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2009/05/four-score-may-4-1929.html' title='Four Score - May 4, 1929'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-7486726127295129735</id><published>2009-03-16T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:04:20.604-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music o' the Marsh</title><content type='html'>I have lived out here for over 26 years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so amazing....a quarter of a century plus in the same OLD farmhouse.  Despite the issues that I have with that OLD farmhouse, which needs some serious work and repair, and the fact that I need to sell some of my land to do that work, the location and natural beauty around me is just further evidence of the creation of earth by a higher power = God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True to form, the music commenced just a few days ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came in droves....the foreigners from Canada with their v-formations and honking....it's hard not to realize for those that pay attention, that another season of spring is on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the B-52 bombers as I call them, flew in.....they are the Sandhill Cranes.  They have this amazing call, that sounds like a low, loud squawking that just signifies their return.  Their mating calls and rituals are unique and not quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Charlie Cardinal paid me a visit and he and his lovely lady, Clarise stopped by with their friendly, "pretty bird" sounds that greet me each and every morning.  The beauty of the red color of Charlie against the drab, browns of winter's remnants is not hard to miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is gone, almost 100% completely is the snow of winter...but what appears is the music o' the marsh and the true promise of springtime harmonies yet to be written, heard and viewed by me and others who look around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-7486726127295129735?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/7486726127295129735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=7486726127295129735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7486726127295129735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7486726127295129735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2009/03/music-o-marsh.html' title='Music o&apos; the Marsh'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-5590639657451715426</id><published>2009-02-14T23:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:56:41.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day - 2009</title><content type='html'>Hi all of you.  Today was Valentine's Day 2009.  I was oh so very close to having a date tonight....first time in almost 6 years of singledom.....but my date-to-be is a single dad and as it happened, he had to be a dad and stay home.  I was bummed, but life does go on.  Oh well maybe year 7 will be the charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun-packed day, spent with my mom's friend, Mrs. Gaddo.  We had a great time going to lunch at Culver's, then a movie, Confessions of a Shopaholic with Mary Rondou....then I worked on her PC and visited with her at for about an hour and a half after the movie.....then it was to Mom's to set up that DTV converter box....and 3 hours later....I had at least 7 channels coming in on the TV....but it was a project. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any how....here are some of my Valentine's Day thoughts - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are any of you incurable romantics? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am....I like to think that this might be the year (since I'm divorced) that I get a date with someone that likes me and I like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an interesting tradition that I like to do.....now...no laughing, but I like to read Valentine cards in the store.....and I buy one...for if I had a significant other in my life, I'd give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I bought a card.....just a beautiful card....with a rose on the front and black script lettering that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My love....I don't ever want you to think that I take you for granted,  You're so wonderful to be with that I feel totally comfortable with you, and I sometimes forget to tell you how beautiful you make my life.  But there's never a day that goes by that I don't think about how lucky I am, how grateful I am for you, and how I treasure all the time we've spent together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you that have someone special in your life.....love them and treasure each and every minute you share with them.....and don't forget to say you love them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day and everyday....remember this: "Life is short, so kiss slowly, laugh intensely, love truly and forgive quickly."   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As true to form...here's my one of my favorite new songs from the movie "New In Town" a movie with Renee Zellweger and Harry Connick, Jr., about a female executive from Miami sent to New Ulm, MN to run a plant there.  Awesome romantic comedy!!  Music is by Carrie Underwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aZa-itph_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8aZa-itph_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-5590639657451715426?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/5590639657451715426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=5590639657451715426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/5590639657451715426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/5590639657451715426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-2009.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day - 2009'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-7626059237662449785</id><published>2009-01-08T07:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T07:58:36.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Bridges - Jett Travolta</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I'm a huge country fan. It wasn't surprising that I bought the DVD movie called, "Broken Bridges" which starred Toby Keith, Kelly Preston and Lindsay Haun, Willie Nelson, and Burt Reynolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie because of how it tells of a family broken because of misunderstandings that happened in the past when the present collides because of several of the town's young men killed in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life, Kelly Preston is Jett Travolta's mom. In this movie, she plays the estranged daughter of Burt Reynolds and former lover of Toby Keith. Out of that union, Lindsay Haun's character was produced.  The movie centers around forgiveness and love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Preston is a wonderful and accomplished actress and one of my favorites. I loved her on-stage presence with Toby Keith in this movie. She also had a guest role on "Medium" which is another one of my favorite TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine how she is feeling losing her son. I instantly thought of this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to the Travolta Family - you have my sympathy at the loss of your son. I share this song which I think is so appropriate today.  May you find solace and comfort in the family and friends around you.  Rest well, Jett Travolta.  And to Kelly, he's always there with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.snackfeed.com/static/swfs/embedPlayer.swf?id=e26b3806-2be4-102c-a525-00304897c9c6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.snackfeed.com/static/swfs/embedPlayer.swf?id=e26b3806-2be4-102c-a525-00304897c9c6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-7626059237662449785?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/7626059237662449785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=7626059237662449785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7626059237662449785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7626059237662449785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-bridges-jett-travolta.html' title='Broken Bridges - Jett Travolta'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-3474229056672540215</id><published>2008-12-28T21:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:41:39.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Coal:  A 2008 Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SVhTdgILf1I/AAAAAAAABN4/yTe2d_4GNlQ/s1600-h/CoalNationalAd2005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SVhTdgILf1I/AAAAAAAABN4/yTe2d_4GNlQ/s320/CoalNationalAd2005.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285065929024831314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said that Christmas miracles do not occur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sentence is a link to my dog web site that tells the story of a series of events that happened to a dog that I bred.  Coal, a Gordon Setter, was a Christmas present to Bob Bertram and his son, Michael.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com/ChristmasCoal2008.htm"&gt;Included in my link is a story of what happened from Christmas Eve day through the day after Christmas.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that there is a song that plays in the background and may take a bit to load (it's an MP3).  It's probably a 10-Kleenex alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy this story.  My heart swells with pride and love for all the people who are really good and made for a 2008 Christmas miracle for Coal and his human family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-3474229056672540215?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/3474229056672540215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=3474229056672540215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3474229056672540215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3474229056672540215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-coal-2008-miracle.html' title='The Christmas Coal:  A 2008 Miracle'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SVhTdgILf1I/AAAAAAAABN4/yTe2d_4GNlQ/s72-c/CoalNationalAd2005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-3355521857801211166</id><published>2008-12-24T09:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T08:43:52.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Christmas?</title><content type='html'>Good morning and Merry Christmas Eve to you all -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed posting a variety of Christmas songs on my facebook page. I have picked songs that I have felt signify Christmas to me. So, in the spirit of the Christmas season, I am putting two of my favorites here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that my all-time favorite song is by Faith Hill from the Jim Carrey version of "The Grinch Who Stole Christmas." Faith, along with her husband, Tim McGraw, are two of my most favorite country singers. In a selection called, "Where Are You Christmas?" Faith powerfully tells us that Christmas is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTkTHYEY0y0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTkTHYEY0y0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song that I have always loved and have played it so many times on the CD that it doesn't work, is from one of the first Christmas albums that I bought.  For many years, my ex-husband and I belonged to a church that did not celebrate Christmas.  So, after the church we belonged to seriously changed their doctrine and renounced it (about 1994), Greg and I began to celebrate Christmas again.  It was a very special time and we made up for the 15 years or so that we did not celebrate the holiday.  In the album that I bought by Michael Bolton, he and Wyonna Judd teamed up for a selection called, "This Is The Time."  The video here is from the 1996 CMAs where they did a live performance of this song.  It remains, to this day, one of my favorite seasonal song, which is powerful no matter when you listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5DJQihRzSE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S5DJQihRzSE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!!  The Amethyst Gordons and token Irish send their best wishes for a beautiful and joyous day to be spent with family and loved ones everywhere as well as a movie and popcorn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-3355521857801211166?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/3355521857801211166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=3355521857801211166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3355521857801211166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3355521857801211166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-are-you-christmas.html' title='Where Are You Christmas?'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-4717804603967893035</id><published>2008-12-24T09:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T09:20:32.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Puppy Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SVJRUJ9C_CI/AAAAAAAABNw/ZHb3F3FZOlo/s1600-h/Veterans_Sweeps_Kiggan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283374719570213922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SVJRUJ9C_CI/AAAAAAAABNw/ZHb3F3FZOlo/s320/Veterans_Sweeps_Kiggan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 20 years ago today that my first Gordon Setter, Ch. Kilernan's Spice o' My Life (Spice) who was out of Chipper and Tulip whelped her second litter of puppies. She had 12 on December 24, 1988. Amazing how fast time has gone.....in dog years that's a lot!! *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spice had 7 boys and 5 girls. Two of the boys in the litter, Kiggan and Dougal ended up being her only two champions. Kiggan lived to be 14 years of age. His family was tragically killed in a semi-truck/car accident on September 23, 1996 and he came back to live here with Greg and me. On April 14, 2003, we lost him. Every year on the anniversary of his family's death, I would take Kiggan to the cemetery with 4 milk bones and we'd place them on the marker for the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this day is a special day for me to remember Kiggan and his siblings. It's a very happy remembrance. I share a photo (this is ancient) of Kiggan and me. He is being shown at the GSCA National Specialty in Veterans' Sweepstakes class in 2000. He was about 11 and a half in this photo. To read more about Kiggan you can go to my memorial for him on my &lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com/Kiggan_Memorial.htm"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-4717804603967893035?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/4717804603967893035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=4717804603967893035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4717804603967893035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4717804603967893035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-puppy-christmas-eve.html' title='Merry Puppy Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SVJRUJ9C_CI/AAAAAAAABNw/ZHb3F3FZOlo/s72-c/Veterans_Sweeps_Kiggan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-3011312898082801348</id><published>2008-12-17T22:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:08:39.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>December 17:  A Watershed and Time to Reflect</title><content type='html'>"Four score and seven years ago".......wait.....that was the beginning of the Gettysburg Address, given in 1863 commemorating the Battle of Gettysburg (PA) that happened over 3 days in July of that year......it was a watershed battle...it was an event that saw many young men killed in a short period of time......but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first learned what a watershed was in college from a wonderful history professor of mine, Dr. Bob Cole.  I remember his analogy of a watershed in dealing with the French Revolution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me a trip to Gettysburg, PA in September of 2008 was the beginning of a huge series of coincidences and learning...that have kept me busy and focused since then and I hope for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2008 Gordon Setter National Specialty was held in Gettysburg, PA in September.  I went there with several of my friends.  We had a great time.  While there, I learned about the Battle of Gettysburg (which I knew about having been a history major) and I learned that Gettysburg is supposedly one of the highest areas of ghosts because of the Battle of Gettysburg.    This fascinated me to no end, mainly because in one of the homes on the property of the hotel complex there is a lovely lavender home that was on the historical register.  The manager of the hotel told me that the home is "haunted."  The woman that lived in the house was killed.  He said that if you look at a specific time, you can see the light on.  I suspected that it was the time frame she had been killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the week, several of us went to lunch one afternoon at the Dobbins House.  It was a great pub dating back to 1776.  We had a fantastic hostess in Nicki who was so amazing.  She served us well and gave us a tour of the Dobbins House.  I asked her if she believed in ghosts and she said she used to not, but once she was carrying a tray of food to some patrons when she "felt" the ghost's presence as the hair on the back of her neck stood up and she was suddenly cold.  From that point in time, she believed.  She also told of us some of the "prankster" ghosts (spirits) who would knock things off the shelves in the Pub.  She said that these things would happen when there were no humans anywhere near the areas that were affected by these happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned from my trip, I felt that I needed to do something for me and that was to do a spiritual reading.  A woman that I have known for several years who works at Panera Bread and I got to talking and we have hit it off.  She told me that her significant other does spiritual readings.  I had heard him on a local radio station that I listen to.  I found out a lot about him and decided to do a reading.  On October 1, 2008 I had my reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the most amazing things I have ever done.  Paul was a great spiritual reader and the things that he shared with me, a person he never met, were just "so me."  He said that I'm adventurous,  optimistic, nosey and inquisitive and an "old soul."  He said that I like people and enjoy a large crowd, but there are times when I do like my solitude and want to be left alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He quoted things from Edgar Cayce (who my dad always read).  Suggested that I throw my fears away and to always thank God for things and to remember God nightly before bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened my eyes to many things that I needed to focus on in my personal life, but he also made me feel at ease because I realized that my dad and others were always around and "coaching" me as he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken control of things that have needed to be done from finding and doing many projects around my house, my property.  I have been energized to do web projects, computer projects, as well as my paying job.  I find that I have purpose and am able to enjoy life.  I have been busy but productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul suggested that I read some books:  Conversations with God:  Volume 1 - Neal Donald Welch  and Mystical Magical Marvelous World of Dreams - Wilba B. Tanner.  Listen to your dreams.....there is information to be gleaned from them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, I was extremely hurt in my divorce/breakup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago today, my divorce was final.  I reflected on that today as it is an important milestone in my life.  While I don't feel nearly as emotional on this day that I did 4 years ago,  several other coincidences pointed to this day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, a co-worker suggested that I pick up the book, The Celestine Prophecy.  I couldn't believe that coincidence.  About 12 years earlier an Internet friend suggested that I read that book.  Now, 12 years later, I have.  And....Steve's birthday is December 17.  After my co-worker's suggestion to read the book, it instantly made me think of Steve, so I decided to try to find him.  With the availability of social networks, I found Steve on Facebook.  I originally thought his b-day was January 17 (which is Drifter's b-day).  Imagine my surprise, when I got a response to my emails to all the Steves that I could find on Facebook that said, "nice try Peggy.  My birthday is December 17."  So, I have re-connected with Steve (London) and have verified that he's alive and well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many other coincidences have played a part in my life these past 3 months.  I don't want to bore you all, but I have found it truly fascinating and remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day as well as several close friends had some bad news/tragedies in their lives: a friend's friend died from ovarian cancer at the age of 54 (having been diagnosed only 2 weeks prior), another friend's friend was rear-ended with her dog while returning from a dog show and another friend, came home to a burst pipe that began to flood her home......and today is an anniversary of something of a watershed in my life:  my divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am lonely at times but I am learning to love being single and to be able to do things that I need to do for me and the dogs.   In time, I will find someone so truly special and perfect for me.  I believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good and I am blessed with good health, good friends, great dogs, great parents and siblings and a good job.  Days like today simply help us to remember from where we came along this journey we call life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-3011312898082801348?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/3011312898082801348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=3011312898082801348' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3011312898082801348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3011312898082801348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-17-watershed-and-time-to.html' title='December 17:  A Watershed and Time to Reflect'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-2028982316664778416</id><published>2008-11-02T07:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T07:39:12.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumnal Splendor!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SQ2rMus3KBI/AAAAAAAABEs/NyyNeGeIE-s/s1600-h/Willow20081101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264051774648952850" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SQ2rMus3KBI/AAAAAAAABEs/NyyNeGeIE-s/s400/Willow20081101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SQ2q_QEmCLI/AAAAAAAABEk/_cHtc-389Es/s1600-h/PineTrees20081101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! Another glorious weekend looms large here in Wisconsin. With temperatures in the 60s, which is so rare for this time of year, I'm trying to follow the adage, "to make hay while the sun shines" with regard to end of the growing season, mowing season to get my yard and home looking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SQ2rwsjASDI/AAAAAAAABE0/lG6v_r_gElM/s1600-h/PineTrees20081101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264052392546027570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SQ2rwsjASDI/AAAAAAAABE0/lG6v_r_gElM/s400/PineTrees20081101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I finished mowing, hopefully for the last time, except maybe a last go-around on the grass I mowed last weekend. I am just amazed at the splendor in nature and it just makes me realize how truly blessed I am to live where I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the first time since I've been separated/divorced, I feel that the yard looks the way I want it to before we head into winter. The orchard trees have been trimmed back and the apples that dropped off have been raked up and hauled away to be out of the yard where the dogs have enjoyed eating them.... I even made the trek to Fleet Farm to purchase more t-posts for shoring up the front fence line here. The original span is too great and last year, two of my beloved show dogs, just walked out over the fence due to the snow amounts. In all the 25 years I've been here that's never happened. Anyway, after I was done mowing, I took the time to snap a couple photos of the yard and trees and the beauty that is autumn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flame is here visiting as Laurie and Alan had a funeral to attend, so I couldn't resist the photo op to show her here in her natural beauty surrounded by the sights of fall. Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SQ2r51byBcI/AAAAAAAABE8/plHAZcLiBU4/s1600-h/Flame20081101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264052549550474690" style="WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SQ2r51byBcI/AAAAAAAABE8/plHAZcLiBU4/s400/Flame20081101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-2028982316664778416?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/2028982316664778416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=2028982316664778416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/2028982316664778416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/2028982316664778416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/11/autumnal-splendor.html' title='Autumnal Splendor!!'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SQ2rMus3KBI/AAAAAAAABEs/NyyNeGeIE-s/s72-c/Willow20081101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-3593165194008399119</id><published>2008-10-23T11:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:16:53.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn is Upon Us</title><content type='html'>Wow....time surely zips by for me as I'm sure it does for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been extremely busy with work, the dogs, a couple movies and fixing PCs for people outside of work.  I also have several web projects that need attention as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The election, the economy and other things have weighed heavily on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this weekend will be my last time to mow for the season and the tractor and other lawn equipment can be readied for winter.  The renter of my recreational land does small fix-it jobs for me at the house.  This year he's putting more styrofoam around the house to shore it up so that no more wood is exposed.  Sometimes I even wonder how the house has stood as long as it has.  I have to refinance the house in December and that means I have to at least get it cleaned up because I assume that I'll need another appraisal. I still want to sell the land and be able to build new, but with the recent economic downturn, I'm not thinking that will be likely.  Land values will be going down to the basement.  I guess that I've lived in the house for 25 years as it is, what's another 25?  At least it's a shelter for the dogs and me.  Someday, I hope to have a "home of my own" for the dogs and me.  I do the best that I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a good thing for me and that was to join a singles' group in Madison.  It'll help me to broaden my horizons and to meet people other than the ones that I usually hang out with.  The group is called &lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Madisondinnersandoutings/"&gt;Madison Dinners and Outings&lt;/a&gt; and we go out for dinner every Wednesday to a different location.  Each week there is a new host.  I have met some very nice people and a chance to network in ways that are new for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on a reading binge - more of Robin Cook's books called, Marker, Crisis and Critical.  Next up, his latest called Foreign Body.   He'd better start writing more as I'm almost done reading them all. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also picked up a couple new books entitled, Conversations With God and Mystical, Magical and Marvelous World of Dreams.  My grandmother (Nana) was fascinated with dreams and as a child I recall reading a couple books she had when we were at the shore.  I also plan to grab some of the books that Dad used to read about Edgar Cayce and read them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Mrs. Gaddo, Mary Rondou and I all went to see the movie The Secret Life of Bees at the former Star Cinema last Sunday.  It was a great time.  Lots of popcorn was consumed and I got to drive Mrs. Gaddo's tank of a car (otherwise known as a Lincoln Town Car).  Man that thing was like driving a boat.  *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably going to go to a Halloween Party this weekend with the singles' group from Madison.  I'm trying to come up with a costume and the best that I can come up with is to go as a veterinarian.  I remember doing that once as a kid and I took my stuffed dog, Lassie, with me.  This time, I have a stuffed Gordon Setter, named Traveler, who will go with me.  I'm going to try to get a used old stethoscope from my vet clinic and I'll dress in scrubs.  It should be fun!!   The last time I went to a Halloween party was when I made an ET costume for a couples' bowling party almost 27 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be fun.  Perhaps it's time to be a kid again!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-3593165194008399119?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/3593165194008399119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=3593165194008399119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3593165194008399119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3593165194008399119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn-is-upon-us.html' title='Autumn is Upon Us'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-5177242227759446065</id><published>2008-09-07T23:03:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:53:42.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me it's already September.....</title><content type='html'>Greetings friends -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simply amazing to me that time has gone so fast that it is now September 7, 2008. I cannot believe how quickly this summer zipped by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a carousel.....self-inflicted....but nonetheless I was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great summer....and some of it was good; some of it was tough and some of it was fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself immersed in reading.....I have recently started Robin Cook's &lt;em&gt;Marker &lt;/em&gt;which is about genetic markers for breast cancer and mysterious killings in major metropolitan New York hospitals. I love these medical thrillers as well as legal thrillers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my sister, Ruth, sent me a wonderful book called, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thelastlecture.com/"&gt;The Last Lecture&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Randy Pausch. Randy was the noted professor from Carnegie Mellon who found out that he had pancreatic cancer and did not have long to live life. He was born in 1960 and on July 25, 2008, he left this world. &lt;em&gt;The Last Lecture&lt;/em&gt; is part of a You Tube phenomenon that has taken the Internet world by storm and ended up in book format. Randy gives us a blueprint of his life in that he really did achieve his childhood dreams. The book likens his need to be like and then to be Captain James T. Kirk. Thi is so timely to me, a Star Trek fan, in conjunction with leadership skills. Ruth and I were discussing leadership styles and she suggested that I read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, I have picked up some other books that have been provided to me by some of my work mentors. I applied for a new job; one that could be a huge career challenge for me but one that I would enjoy. Several years ago, when I first became an IT professional, I always thought it would be my goal to become an IT Director. I quickly realized at that time that I was not ready. Am I any more prepared? Maybe from a technical perspective but as Ruth pointed out to me, maybe not from a leadership or managerial perspective. Hence our discussion about this book and others. And a timely discussion on my all-woman IT group called Systers, provided me with some other information specifically on becoming a manager without specific "manager training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, my good friend, Laurie Carlson and I ventured to Des Moines, Iowa to show River and Flame at a specialty. River did quite well making the "cut" for Best of Breed and Flamers won her hunting class and then she went on to Best of Opposite. This was such a huge win for her and both of us were quite proud. I also won several nice things at the raffle. In this basket that I won for a woman after a dog show, a gift-loaded wicker basket had...chocolate (Ghardelli no less) and both some of my favorite, too, as well as bubble bath, lotion and a candle and a book to read. The book is entitled, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewednesdayletters.com/"&gt;The Wednesday Letters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Jason F. Wright. This was a book published in 2007 and was one of those that I could NOT put down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you that have spouses, parents, siblings, I highly recommend this book and a box of kleenex...the book ends completely and happily and just gave me a sense of how life did play out well for the family in this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Wednesday Letters&lt;/em&gt; are letters that Jack wrote to Laurel every Wednesday of their married life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In part of Jack's November 14, 1979 letter he wrote this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Wednesday, but just barely! I'm sitting in&lt;br /&gt;the parking lot of&lt;br /&gt;the theater and all I've got to write on is a flier from&lt;br /&gt;tonight. I'm&lt;br /&gt;watching Joe tell jokes to some women across the&lt;br /&gt;street. But time&lt;br /&gt;for the news of the night. You better be&lt;br /&gt;sitting. I MET WILLIAM&lt;br /&gt;SHATNER!! Did you hear that? I MET&lt;br /&gt;WILLIAM SHATNER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure that when they said there would&lt;br /&gt;be cast members from the&lt;br /&gt;show at the theater tonight they meant George Takei&lt;br /&gt;or some extras whose name&lt;br /&gt;you never knew. But as Joe and I were&lt;br /&gt;standing around the lobby, he just&lt;br /&gt;walked in. What a sight!!&lt;br /&gt;He's just as nice in person as I thought&lt;br /&gt;he'd be. Some think he's a&lt;br /&gt;windbad and maybe he is I think he's&lt;br /&gt;always in character. And&lt;br /&gt;really, who isn't? . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So, just what is it about William Shatner (a/k/a Captain James T. Kirk)? I think we all liked him as Randy Pausch alluded to because he could coordinate all the likes of the men under him on the Starship Enterprise....plus Shatner was hugely handsome and sauve....*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just thought this was so neat that both of these quick-read books mentioned William Shatner. And as Randy noted in his book, William Shatner sent an autographed photograph of Captain Kirk that said, "Randy, I don't believe in the no-win scenario. My best, William Shatner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps all of us have to believe in that....even if it really is September already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....with John McCain's selection of Sarah Palin, I think that we all can believe. I was so elated about that pick....and &lt;a href="http://optimistmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt; has blogged about it as have a lot of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I believe that I need to get to work.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading....and remember....reading does open up whole new worlds and worlds that do often shadow each other in ways you never expect. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-5177242227759446065?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/5177242227759446065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=5177242227759446065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/5177242227759446065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/5177242227759446065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-tell-me-its-already-september.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me it&apos;s already September.....'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-8831850690261869654</id><published>2008-06-29T19:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T20:04:36.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"On my own..."</title><content type='html'>Those three words really do mean something to me....as I'm sure they do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I'm sure I said to my dad and mom that I wanted to do something on my own. As I went away to college, it was my dad who mentioned how much he and mom would learn....not necessarily me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm 50....it seems that there are days when I wish I didn't have to do everything on my own. Yes, I have great friends that I do "things" with...but sometimes it'd be nice to have a male companion to share the journey.   When I divorced, it was a choice I made. For the most part, it is just fine.  There are certain times of the year when I find it tougher than others to cope.  This is one of those times.   There are days when being on my own isn't fun. It's really a lot of work. I keep telling myself  it's all part of a process along this journey of life.   I also realize that I may not get that opportunity to share it with someone else, either.  I have to make the best of what I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, as I was driving home, had on a radio station from Madison, WI (&lt;a href="http://www.963starcountry.com/main.html"&gt;Star Country 96.3&lt;/a&gt;) and I heard this song. It is by new country artist Crystal Shawanda and entitled, "You Can Let Go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd anniversary of Dad's death is coming on &lt;a href="http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html"&gt;July 3, 2008 &lt;/a&gt;and this song was just so appropriate. It brought tears to my eyes as I'm sure it will to yours. It was so poignant to me as I was with Dad when he let go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind blowin' on my face&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalk flyin' beneath my bike&lt;br /&gt;A five year-old's first taste&lt;br /&gt;Of what freedom's really like&lt;br /&gt;He was runnin' right beside me&lt;br /&gt;His hand holdin' on the seat&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath and hollered&lt;br /&gt;As I headed for the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You can let go now, Daddy&lt;br /&gt;You can let go&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I think I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;To do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;(It's still) (It still feels) a little bit scary&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay now, Daddy&lt;br /&gt;You can let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standin' at the altar&lt;br /&gt;Between the two loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;To one I've been a daughter&lt;br /&gt;To one I soon would be a wife&lt;br /&gt;When the preacher asked,&lt;br /&gt;'Who gives this woman?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's eyes filled up with tears&lt;br /&gt;He kept holdin' tightly to my arm&lt;br /&gt;'Til I whispered in his ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was killin' me to see&lt;br /&gt;The strongest man I ever knew&lt;br /&gt;Wastin' away to nothin'&lt;br /&gt;In that hospital room&lt;br /&gt;'You know he's only hangin' on for you'&lt;br /&gt;That's what the night nurse said&lt;br /&gt;My voice and heart were breakin'&lt;br /&gt;As I crawled up in his bed, and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can let go now, Daddy&lt;br /&gt;You can let go&lt;br /&gt;Your little girl is ready&lt;br /&gt;To do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a little bit scary&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay now, Daddy&lt;br /&gt;You can let go&lt;br /&gt;You can let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3ktw33VB1No&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-8831850690261869654?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/8831850690261869654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=8831850690261869654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/8831850690261869654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/8831850690261869654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-my-own.html' title='&quot;On my own...&quot;'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-6279318853789261111</id><published>2008-05-15T07:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:02.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Surprise!! and Welcome to the downside of the hill!!"</title><content type='html'>My dear friend, Laurie Carlson, who owns Flame the Gordon Setter with me, along with several others coordinated and surprised me on May 3, 2008 with a birthday party at the Prime Quarter Steakhouse in Madison. The Prime Quarter is a "cook-your-own" steak place. I was totally surprised. For once, I was speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos that my mom took of the festivities. Laurie and company had commissioned a gorgeous 20 x 20 stained glass for me that was made by Deb Farrell. It hangs proudly in my home. Words can never express my gratitude for a gift and party of this magnitude. It was so much fun!! I share with you some photos of the party!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Photos top to bottom:  Stained Glass present,  Friends, Romey Carta, Laurie and Alan Carlson,  Peggy and Marte Wetzel,  Mary Rondou and Marlo Gaddo,  candid of the party and Peggy and PJ Monson. )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received some other wonderful presents from family and friends in addition to the stained glass. My dear friend, Gail Godding, was unable to attend because her Gordon Setter, Willow, decided to whelp her litter a day and a half early.  Gail gave me a throw/wall hanging with the winning photo shot of River's Specialty (see Wow...a Best in Show Specialty).  I really will need a new house with TONS of wall space to hang up this present. Most of all, I was touched by the outpouring of friendship and love from everyone.  This was truly one of the bestest birthdays of all!!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwmGq0PiwI/AAAAAAAAArY/FMYIhT72sXQ/s1600-h/IMG_4657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200573565720562434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwmGq0PiwI/AAAAAAAAArY/FMYIhT72sXQ/s200/IMG_4657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwl1q0PivI/AAAAAAAAArQ/B8qdJvlMYR8/s1600-h/IMG_4651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200573273662786290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwl1q0PivI/AAAAAAAAArQ/B8qdJvlMYR8/s200/IMG_4651.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwlrq0PiuI/AAAAAAAAArI/IJLrQAIk5h0/s1600-h/IMG_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200573101864094434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwlrq0PiuI/AAAAAAAAArI/IJLrQAIk5h0/s200/IMG_4646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwljq0PitI/AAAAAAAAArA/4k7H037YIK8/s1600-h/IMG_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200572964425140946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwljq0PitI/AAAAAAAAArA/4k7H037YIK8/s200/IMG_4645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwldK0PisI/AAAAAAAAAq4/fxqBIYadozQ/s1600-h/IMG_4644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200572852755991234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwldK0PisI/AAAAAAAAAq4/fxqBIYadozQ/s200/IMG_4644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwlV60PirI/AAAAAAAAAqw/oFs7B7axf7M/s1600-h/IMG_4643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200572728201939634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwlV60PirI/AAAAAAAAAqw/oFs7B7axf7M/s200/IMG_4643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my 50th birthday. May 15, 1958. Wow. I think that Crayola Crayons first debuted in 1958. And...NASA did, too. I think that was a good year. We were all members of the high school Class of 1976 (the Bicentennial for our country).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think lots of cool things happened in these past 50 years that I have gone around the sun (my little sister's quoteable quote). It would also have been my 26th wedding anniversary. As is so true with life, it often doesn't play out the way you think it should or could. And as my blog-headline states, I am now a 50-year old divorced woman living this journey we call life.....and as my friend Anne, said in her birthday card message to me, "welcome to the downside of the hill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what do I think about being 50?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for living long enough to make it to this milestone. I am not sure I "feel" any different, but this marks the end of 4 decades of life for me. If I'm fortunate enough, I will see at least 4 to 5 more.  I anticipate much fun and laughter in the remaining decades of life and someday...(a girl can hope) to find that handsome, charming, wonderful, dog-loving, sweet, funny hunk of a guy to share it with. *grin*  It is also my Irish Setter, Whisper's 5th b-day today.  She and I will enjoy lovely treats today, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turned 40, a friend, Lou Ann, gave me a book called, "When I Am An Old Woman, I Shall Wear Purple." I don't have to be old or feel old..as purple IS my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's Rainbow by Sheila Banani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginnings are lacquer red&lt;br /&gt;fired hard in the kiln&lt;br /&gt;of hot hope;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middles, copper yellow&lt;br /&gt;in sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, oxidize green&lt;br /&gt;with tears; but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endings are always indigo&lt;br /&gt;before we step&lt;br /&gt;on the other shore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-6279318853789261111?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/6279318853789261111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=6279318853789261111' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6279318853789261111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6279318853789261111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/05/surprise-and-welcome-to-downside-of.html' title='&quot;Surprise!! and Welcome to the downside of the hill!!&quot;'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/SCwmGq0PiwI/AAAAAAAAArY/FMYIhT72sXQ/s72-c/IMG_4657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-1409373479295888197</id><published>2008-03-21T15:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:03.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights, Camera, Action!</title><content type='html'>Okay....it's been a VERY long time since I have blogged.  I have many things to share with you and not sure where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, it's the first official day of spring.  Welcome to Snow Bound 3.  A vast majority of the almost 100 inches of snow that this area of Wisconsin has received has now gone....until today.  I look out and see nothing but snow everywhere.  My mom had a great idea by jetting away from this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been busy and tax season is upon me again.  Oh...man, why can't it be June 15 rather than April 15.  I guess that I would procrastinate putting off until June 1, what I knew on January 1 would have to be done.  I took a few days off of work to supposedly do those taxes, but I ended up doing other things that had to get done: fix the car, take a dog to the vet, take several dogs to the vet for their annual heartworm testing, clean up the yard, do webpages for clients (paying jobs), fix my mom's friend's PC and the most fun of all was to participate in the City of Columbus, Wisconsin's huge claim to fame.  And it's not redbud trees anymore!!  It's Hollywood-Wisconsin style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ripon College Class Agent letter was due back on March 1 and of course, I had writer's block.  So, when I took time last Friday to walk around Columbus, some photos gave me inspiration to write that letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-Qm1j-g3aI/AAAAAAAAADo/T9C4yPD-ahc/s1600-h/IMG_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-Qm1j-g3aI/AAAAAAAAADo/T9C4yPD-ahc/s320/IMG_0574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180308173015276962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt of what I wrote -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not sure how many of you know this, but I am a HUGE movie fan.  Since my divorce in 2004, I found that my “escape” was to go to movies.  I’m not talking about one a week, sometimes, it’s two or three.  My favorite time of the year is between Christmas and New Year’s when lots of the Academy Award movies start to show up in theatres.  To those that really know me, I am a serious popcorn junkie.  A movie gives me a venue to consume that yummy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 22, 2008, Ripon College’s own, Harrison Ford, will be back with another installment of the Raider’s of the Lost Ark series.  Some of you may recall that he gave Ripon College a “plug” in the 3rd installment where he mentioned Dr. William Tyree as being a professor of philosophy, during a class that Indiana Jones (Harrison Ford)  was teaching in the movie.  Dr. Tyree actually acknowledged Mr. Ford’s “plug” in an issue of Newsweek or Time Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when my hometown of Columbus, Wisconsin was selected by Hollywood to be the backdrop for a Johnny Depp movie.  The  movie entitled, “Public Enemies” is by Michael Mann and is based upon his book about the life and times of John Dillinger and other notorious people of the 1930s.  For more information on this movie please check out the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1152836/"&gt;Internet Movie Data Base&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a history major and very interested in American history I was excited to hear that the Wisconsin Film Group has made it possible for Wisconsin to start offering locations for Hollywood to film. &lt;a href="http://www.filmwisconsin.net/"&gt;It gives communities great incentives&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I took time to walk around my downtown which has been abuzz with press, photographers, TV stations, and people walking around everywhere.  Columbus is being converted into Greencastle, Indiana, circa 1930 when John Dillinger robbed a Greencastle, Indiana bank to the tune of $75,000.  Press reports have said that if Mr. Dillinger had robbed the First National Bank in Columbus (in which the movie will be filmed), he would have netted over $2 million.  I enjoyed taking photos of all the “little” things that attracted me.  And…on the wall of the drug store was a sign that said Ripon.  Naturally, that little incentive and little momento gave me the inspiration for writing this Class Agent letter.  If anyone should be interested, I have over 400 photos that I have taken of the set and hope to get there today to look for Johnny Depp. I also stopped by the filming on Monday, March 17, 2008.  I took many photos.  One was used on &lt;a href="http://www.nbc15.com/home/headlines/16694816.html"&gt;NBC Channel 15's &lt;/a&gt;web site (scroll to bottom of page) and my sister, Mary, called me to tell me she saw me on &lt;a href="http://wkow.madison.com/News/index.php?ID=19829"&gt;ABC Channel 27&lt;/a&gt;.  If you look at the video clip, I'm the one in the teal-colored jacket (w/blue), hood up and camera in hand.  It's a nanosecond of fame.....but so cool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time you’re out at a movie, rest assured you know they cost so much because of all the little attention to detail things that producers and crews do to make it realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just amazing.  And for the small town of Columbus, Wisconsin, it’s truly something fun, exciting, spectacular and definitely the most excitement to hit Columbus in the recent past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a few of my photos!!  I have over 400 photos and I'd be happy to share...just let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-QlSD-g3XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/G-8h57vdjN0/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 0 10px 10px;align:center; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-QlSD-g3XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/G-8h57vdjN0/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180306463618293106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-QllT-g3YI/AAAAAAAAADY/eQ5xI5YAoUs/s1600-h/IMG_0715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 0 10px 10px;align:center; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-QllT-g3YI/AAAAAAAAADY/eQ5xI5YAoUs/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180306794330774914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-Ql4j-g3ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/k9VL2iZoFvc/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0 0 10px 10px;align:center; cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-Ql4j-g3ZI/AAAAAAAAADg/k9VL2iZoFvc/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180307125043256722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-QnQT-g3bI/AAAAAAAAADw/Fig2Qs3S--A/s1600-h/IMG_0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-QnQT-g3bI/AAAAAAAAADw/Fig2Qs3S--A/s320/IMG_0773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180308632576777650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-QoWT-g3cI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FJDP2XDSibQ/s1600-h/IMG_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-QoWT-g3cI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FJDP2XDSibQ/s320/IMG_0816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180309835167620546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-1409373479295888197?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/1409373479295888197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=1409373479295888197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/1409373479295888197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/1409373479295888197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/03/lights-camera-action.html' title='Lights, Camera, Action!'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R-Qm1j-g3aI/AAAAAAAAADo/T9C4yPD-ahc/s72-c/IMG_0574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-4556790144353757477</id><published>2008-02-06T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:04.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perpetual Snowglobe - Redux (Okay...bring on spring...)</title><content type='html'>It is February 6, 2008.  It is a day that many Wisconsinites will not soon forget...the snowstorm of 2008.  Weather forecasters prepared us for this storm.  Schools were canceled starting last evening.  This morning, many more were canceled.  Afternoon classes and evening classes at the UW-Madison were canceled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted to stay home today.  I have vacation and I have the ability to "make" up the time within in the pay period.  My friend, Gail, who is an R.N. in Madison got up at 3 a.m., shoveled and left at 5:30 a.m. making it to Madison by 6:55 a.m.  They let her leave about 1:00 p.m. and got home well after 4:00 p.m.  She was not allowed to travel to Janesville on I-90 as it was closed. She had to take Highway 73 which was not even plowed to get home.  Fortunately, she made it home.  Lots of angels working overtime in WI today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R6qNIC0zB0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lgr1XWFsZsU/s1600-h/SnowDoghouse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R6qNIC0zB0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lgr1XWFsZsU/s320/SnowDoghouse2.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164095092070483778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over 1000 motorists were stranded and Governor Doyle has just declared Rock and Dane Counties disaster areas.  The National Guard has been called upon to get traffic moving.  Schools are canceled already for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of photos. I have so much snow here, that I won't be able to get to the barn until spring and the snow banks are almost as tall as my 4' high fenceline. The one photo is an old doghouse that I have covering an old water pump that's not used anymore.  And....the other is looking from my house out to the road.  Notice the footprints (mine) going to the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R6qNby0zB1I/AAAAAAAAADE/TQ8jqzNWp_I/s1600-h/SnowDriveway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R6qNby0zB1I/AAAAAAAAADE/TQ8jqzNWp_I/s320/SnowDriveway.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164095431372900178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think....that 58+ days of snow, 19 days of an inch or more of snow and 5 days of snow over 6".  We will soon surpass the 1978-1979 record year of snow (76.2 inches).  We have had about 70 inches so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Batman and Robin would say..."holy snowfall."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-4556790144353757477?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/4556790144353757477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=4556790144353757477' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4556790144353757477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4556790144353757477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/02/perpetual-snowglobe-redux-okaybring-on.html' title='Perpetual Snowglobe - Redux (Okay...bring on spring...)'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R6qNIC0zB0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/lgr1XWFsZsU/s72-c/SnowDoghouse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-9020966619683973965</id><published>2008-01-28T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T23:43:11.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag, I'm It:  Optimist Mom Tagged Me for the Book Game</title><content type='html'>Hi there everyone - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is really "into" blogging.  She's the one that got me into this, but she's like the Queen of blogdom.  She also has her own world of blog friends and it seems that they're playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I was tagged....(how cool is that?), I'm going to play along, especially since I'm enjoying a great book at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).&lt;br /&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;br /&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Post the next three sentences.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag five people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)  I have the book right here on my desk.  The book is entitled: "In the Meantime: Finding Yourself and the Love You Want" by Iyanla Vanzant.&lt;br /&gt;(2)  I have opened the book to page 123.  The chapter is entitled, "Doing the Laundry" and the section is subtitled:  "Lift the Thoughts About You!"&lt;br /&gt;(3)  Done.&lt;br /&gt;(4)  I wanted someone to treat me special and make me feel special.  In the absence of a meaningful love relationship, I went through my days feeling incomplete and worthless.  Of course, I never said one word.&lt;br /&gt;(5)  Tag five people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here ya go family and friends:  &lt;a href="http://annegero-bookie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anne (Mom) Bookie&lt;/a&gt;, Victoria over at &lt;a href="http://futuremd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sundries&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02233328437677511681"&gt;Sue H&lt;/a&gt;(a sister to Ruth's friend, Kathie), another one of Ruth's contacts, the &lt;a href="http://navybride2005.blogspot.com/"&gt;Navy Bride&lt;/a&gt; who has a very cool blog, and lastly, the guy famous for furniture making:  &lt;a href="http://sippicancottage.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sippican Cottage&lt;/a&gt; (I enjoy going to this blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I did my tag thing...and it was fun.  Not quite sure what a meme is....but I guess I just accomplished it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisconsin is gearing for weather on all fronts....hopefully we'll survive it all.  This is the calm before the storm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-9020966619683973965?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/9020966619683973965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=9020966619683973965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/9020966619683973965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/9020966619683973965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/01/tag-im-it-optimist-mom-tagged-me-for.html' title='Tag, I&apos;m It:  Optimist Mom Tagged Me for the Book Game'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-6027107572775327789</id><published>2008-01-21T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:04.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perpetual Snowglobe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R5V30EbeOYI/AAAAAAAAACs/rhnvCLtMmPY/s1600-h/SnowGlobe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R5V30EbeOYI/AAAAAAAAACs/rhnvCLtMmPY/s320/SnowGlobe1.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158160684648642946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first post of 2008....sorry about that...I got busy doing lots and lots of things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)  I recovered from pneumonia.  I think I'm feeling back to normal and am glad that is behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)  Saw lots of movies between Christmas and New Year's.  More on that later...perhaps a post about some of the movies I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)  Been busy with the dogs and a couple shows already.  Puppy Drifter got Best in Puppy Sweepstakes at the North Country Gordon Setter Club, Inc., show the first weekend of January as well as a couple Reserve Winners Dog awards at the Oshkosh/Winnegamie Shows the following weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R5V4bEbeOZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mY8lMtFm3-8/s1600-h/SnowGlobe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R5V4bEbeOZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mY8lMtFm3-8/s320/SnowGlobe2.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158161354663541138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been in the deep freeze here in Wisconsin.  However, despite that, we have gotten close to 7" of snow today.  I was driving around in it going from here to Lomira to collect River for a breeding in NC.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the photos that I took tonight.....the perpetual snowglobe......Beautiful...isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-6027107572775327789?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/6027107572775327789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=6027107572775327789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6027107572775327789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6027107572775327789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2008/01/perpetual-snowglobe.html' title='A Perpetual Snowglobe?'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R5V30EbeOYI/AAAAAAAAACs/rhnvCLtMmPY/s72-c/SnowGlobe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-7851922352399662074</id><published>2007-12-24T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T11:14:08.221-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twister'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pneumonia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drifter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas Present(s)</title><content type='html'>Christmas Time Is Here&lt;br /&gt;Written by Vince Guaraldi, Lee Mendelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com/rxmas.mid"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and cheer&lt;br /&gt;Fun for all that children call&lt;br /&gt;Their favorite time of the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowflakes in the air&lt;br /&gt;Carols everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Olden times and ancient rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Of love and dreams to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleigh bells in the air&lt;br /&gt;Beauty everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Yuletide by the fireside&lt;br /&gt;And joyful memories there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time is here&lt;br /&gt;We'll be drawing near&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that we could always see&lt;br /&gt;Such spirit through the year&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that we could always see&lt;br /&gt;Such spirit through the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 19 years ago today, that my first Gordon Setter, Ch. Kilernan’s Spice o’ My Life (Spice) whelped her second litter of puppies out of Ch. Kilernan Current Pursuit (Chase).  There were 12 lovely puppers (to coincide with the 12 days of Christmas).  One of them grew up to be Ch. Lord McKiggan of Amethyst, CGC (Kiggan).  Kiggan’s family was tragically killed in a school bus, car and semi accident in 1996.  Kiggan came back to live at Amethyst until he died in April of 2004.  Another brother, McDougal who also earned his championship was a loving and handsome boy, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had taken my Twister (Ch. Amethyst’s Stormin’ Back ‘n Time) into the vet to see if she was pregnant by ultrasound.  She had exhibited all the “signs” of being pregnant, but alas, she is not.  No one is more disappointed than I am.  She was bred to a NZ import who would fit perfectly into my breeding program.  I am very hopeful that a repeat breeding can be done at the next heat cycle.  Laurie Carlson (Flame’s owner) and I went up to Lomira for the not so successful ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I was diagnosed with pneumonia.  The last few days have not been a lot of fun.  I usually tend to go to the slew of new movies with my friend, Anne Schilling.  However, Anne acknowledged that I was too sick to go…and she was correct.  So being blessed with good friends and adequate sick leave, I rested.  After a bad bout with the cough medicine I was given (it gave me the craziest, wildest dreams including being visited by the Ghost of Christmas present, blue goo running through the ceiling of the house indicating that the roof was leaking... and a wicked headache), I just tried to focus on the “present” and get some rest.  The dogs knew I was sick and have been just wonderful and let me sleep.  I am finally feeling much better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather also gave us “presents” of lots of rain, ice, snow and blowing snow and drifts.  Perhaps, I should quit naming puppies after weather elements!!  Today I was able to do a little more shoveling to get into the kennels so that tomorrow on Christmas Day, I’ll be able to put them outside while I go to Mary and Scott’s for Christmas dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of my friends who called me to acknowledge their “presence” in my life, I want to thank you. Anne, Gail, Laurie, Marte, Lou Ann, and Kristi did call checking up on me to make sure I was okay.  Anne was so kind to have gotten me 80 pounds of dog food on Saturday morning before the bad weather hit.  That was excellent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Drifter and Asti out into the small kennel area to “find” the kennels.  Asti and Drifter had so much fun trying to get my mittens off me….and Asti just wanted to kiss me and sniff me because I think she knew I had been sick and is my empath.  Drifter managed to consume and have fun with the “poopsicles” that he’d bring me for “presents.”  While shoveling, I reflected on the past few days and realized that while what I wanted for Christmas didn’t happen, but I have all of the dogs in good health and it was a successful show year as I have shared with you during 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you all settle in for your Christmas Eve activities as we await for Christmas Day, 2007 I wish you all happiness and presents (whether they be physical, spiritual, emotional or practical). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Linus Van Pelt said in his famous soliloquy in “Charlie Brown Christmas -1965” (without benefit of his blanket) the following timely words....a present unto all of us who will listen....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Now there were in the same country shepherds living out in the fields, keeping watch over their flock by night.  And behold an angel of the Lord stood before them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were greatly afraid. Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.” And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying: “Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 2:8-14 (New King James Version)&lt;br /&gt;New King James Version (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-7851922352399662074?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/7851922352399662074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=7851922352399662074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7851922352399662074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7851922352399662074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-presents.html' title='Christmas Present(s)'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-4124594584500294927</id><published>2007-12-17T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:04.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce-ary 2007</title><content type='html'>I had heard a friend mention that she referred to the anniversary of her divorce as a "divorce-ary."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, for me, is divorce-ary #3.  It was 3 years ago today that I ended a 22+ year marriage.  While the past three years have been exciting, challenging, sad, lonely and different, this marks a milestone in my life that means something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have most recently been reading a book entitled, &lt;a href="http://www.eckharttolle.com/"&gt;"The Power of Now," &lt;/a&gt;by Eckhart Tolle.  It's a book on spiritual enlightenment that was suggested to me by the person I had the most recent date with.  I'll provide more info on that....but..it's nothing to write home about..I so want to write a book on, "How Not to Date...at 48."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eckhart Tolle's book tells the reader how there only is the "now."  The past and the future are the mind's way of causing us pain.  While the book is actually very good and interesting to read; it took me back to college days and some of my philosophy courses and religion classes.  While those are the "past" I do believe that to get to the "now" we have to have the past to make us who we are or who we have become.  I'm not sure that it's truly Tolle's take on life and spiritual enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a highly successful year for me with my dogs.  The photos shown here were taken by my friend, Carol Ervin, Kalamazoo, Michigan with a Canon E0S20.  The running shot (one of my faves) is River making his final "go-round" before the judge selected him as the Best in Show Speciality winner.  The other photo that Carol captured shows that "ribbon" that I won and how truly exciting a moment this was for me as a dog show owner, handler and breeder (I did not breed River, but I do breed other Gordons...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R2a39UbeOWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NSqjM5xD5YA/s1600-h/RiverPeggyRunNodrog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R2a39UbeOWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NSqjM5xD5YA/s200/RiverPeggyRunNodrog1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145001888401209698"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R2a4K0beOXI/AAAAAAAAACk/735Bi6PsSWE/s1600-h/RiverPeggyRibbonNodrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R2a4K0beOXI/AAAAAAAAACk/735Bi6PsSWE/s200/RiverPeggyRibbonNodrog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145002120329443698"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River had such a list of accolades....I may make that a different post...but this speciality was one of those highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was accomplished in 2007 is truly something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my canine and emotional support people along the way, thank you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-4124594584500294927?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/4124594584500294927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=4124594584500294927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4124594584500294927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4124594584500294927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/12/divorce-ary-2007.html' title='Divorce-ary 2007'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/R2a39UbeOWI/AAAAAAAAACc/NSqjM5xD5YA/s72-c/RiverPeggyRunNodrog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-7760443001400661182</id><published>2007-12-16T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T11:48:07.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Could this be it?</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I have posted.  Work and the dogs have kept me occupied.  I'll try to write more about those things in the next several days.  I actually had a "date" last week.  More on that later, too.  Don't hold your breath.  It was a bust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the street from my office in Madison, someone is building a new home.  The home is a manufactured home (similar to the &lt;a href="http://www.dickinsonhomes.com/"&gt;Dickinson Homes, Inc&lt;/a&gt;. that I love).  The company putting up this home is called Extreme Structures.  It's a panelized type home and looks cool.  Tall cathedral type walls that would look perfect with a stained glass window or two in it. I decided to look up the company online and was looking through their home designs and found this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.insulspan.com/plan_book/showcase_littlehouse.html"&gt;this home&lt;/a&gt;.  It keeps the "uniqueness" of what I have here....it's got the master bedroom and bath on the first floor.  The two decks and a second story....for resale value.  The only thing is that I may need to cut a little square footage out...but I am loving this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking so much about building now.  I know the economy sucks.  I know that I will have to sell my land.  I also know that it will cost a lot of money to do. But I'm really wanting to build and I need to get the plans in order now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could this be it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-7760443001400661182?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/7760443001400661182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=7760443001400661182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7760443001400661182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7760443001400661182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/12/could-this-be-it.html' title='Could this be it?'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-6896819219643680725</id><published>2007-12-16T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:06:36.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BBGOTL - December 2007</title><content type='html'>My sister, &lt;a href="http://milliondollarymary.blogspot.com"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; and I have had this little saying from awhile ago....I thought I was being cute and said to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog, Blog get off the log.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off....tag...you're it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-6896819219643680725?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/6896819219643680725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=6896819219643680725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6896819219643680725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6896819219643680725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/12/bbgotl-december-2007.html' title='BBGOTL - December 2007'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-3612574149635965988</id><published>2007-11-09T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T07:38:45.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>National Scrapple Day - 2007</title><content type='html'>In the true Philadelphia tradition that my mom knows...she served me up some scrapple and eggs a couple weekends ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise when I found out today was National Scrapple Day!!  &lt;a href="http://www.nbc15.com"&gt;NBC 15 out of Madison, WI&lt;/a&gt; even showed a photo and explained what was in Scrapple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually you don't want to know.  But Mom makes it GREAT!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the day...and if you're into "different" foods try it!!  It is yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-3612574149635965988?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/3612574149635965988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=3612574149635965988' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3612574149635965988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3612574149635965988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/11/national-scrapple-day-2007.html' title='National Scrapple Day - 2007'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-331246044482562697</id><published>2007-11-09T07:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:05.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick by Brick....Kennel Project 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRdtiQZrRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DpFQcJ9CaXU/s1600-h/80ConcreteBlock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:2 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRdtiQZrRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DpFQcJ9CaXU/s200/80ConcreteBlock.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130828912352931090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever was I thinking when I decided to do this project?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a brief time I also had a very wild hare to do all of my kennels.  That is NOT going to happen.  As you look at the photos, you'll see another kennel behind the dirt pile.  That will be NEXT spring's project.  But, I will make some modifications.  The first one is that I'll hire someone to bobcat out the dirt.  I don't mind hauling the sand...but the dirt was the killer. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzReGyQZrSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lb5xwFPkWFM/s1600-h/SandPile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzReGyQZrSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lb5xwFPkWFM/s200/SandPile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130829346144628002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to prompt me to do this project was that Ms. Asti (BIS Puppy Ch. Clansmen 'n' Amethyst Hi Ground) and others decided to "dig" and excavate the kennel area.  Most of my kennels are filled with pea gravel.  When this kennel came to us from my ex-MIL we just pretty much put it on dirt and then some pea gravel.  So, I decided that I really didn't want to pour concrete as it's rather hard to keep clean, so I took a suggestion to lay 4" concrete block.  That is pretty pourous and has drainage.  So....the weekend of October 20, 2007, I started digging.  I hauled 30+ loads of dirt out of the kennel to level the mess the dogs had created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRfdCQZrUI/AAAAAAAAACM/xrrUvhJ064w/s1600-h/DirtPile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRfdCQZrUI/AAAAAAAAACM/xrrUvhJ064w/s200/DirtPile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130830827908345154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to add 2-3" of sand to the area.  This was about 1/3 yard of sand, but I needed to get more to finish that last few blocks and to bank the kennel with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRe6iQZrTI/AAAAAAAAACE/HbpX6fK_25U/s1600-h/Progress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRe6iQZrTI/AAAAAAAAACE/HbpX6fK_25U/s200/Progress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130830235202858290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid 2 x 4 sections that the local lumber yard cut for me so that I'd have some sort of a guide.  For those of you who are professionals at this...you can turn away now...it's not perfect....but it's pretty good and is working for the dogs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever think that a 6 x 12' section of kennel would take 80 4" concrete blocks...YIKES.   I was almost done, but was shorted one block and I needed more sand....so I had another 1/3  yard of sand delivered and one block.  I still need to finish banking the outside of the kennel...and I hope to do that in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRf9CQZrVI/AAAAAAAAACU/iHYfyAAkinc/s1600-h/FinishedProduct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRf9CQZrVI/AAAAAAAAACU/iHYfyAAkinc/s200/FinishedProduct.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130831377664159058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are enjoying the kennel and so am I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So between the Gordon Setter National Specialty and this project...that's where I've been.  More on the GSCA later.  Amethyst Gordons were VERY well-represented there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-331246044482562697?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/331246044482562697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=331246044482562697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/331246044482562697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/331246044482562697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/11/brick-by-brickkennel-project-2007.html' title='Brick by Brick....Kennel Project 2007'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RzRdtiQZrRI/AAAAAAAAAB0/DpFQcJ9CaXU/s72-c/80ConcreteBlock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-3657552328779113553</id><published>2007-09-25T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:05.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW - A Best in Show Specialty Win!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RvkjNeF26GI/AAAAAAAAABs/j86Io3ZXI6g/s1600-h/DSC_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RvkjNeF26GI/AAAAAAAAABs/j86Io3ZXI6g/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" border="3" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114157566178814050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that two short weeks ago, I lost my beloved Fire.  I am sure that he is smiling down upon us.....I gave Gail Fire's collar for River.  Fire was my first Group placing Gordon and River has followed with some huge wins in 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His great-nephew, River, who is now known as:  BISS Ch. MBIS-U-Ch. Glen Oak's River Breeze Shiraz (Nirvana x Kinsey) won the Saturday NODROG Specialty in Chelsea, Michigan.  River is owned by Gail Godding, Marte Wetzel and me.  He was also bred by Beth Hintz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth and Gail accompanied me to the dog show.  We also showed River's son, Drifter, (Amethyst's Snow 'n' Ice) and sister, Sydney (Glen Oak's Black Swan Shiraz).  It was an absolutely gorgeous weekend.  Picture perfect sky, picture perfect weather and picture perfect win.  And...that glorious purple and gold ribbon that was in my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge accomplishment that only took me 23 years to do. A total and complete thrill.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River is shown here with Judge Peggy McIllwaine, Peggy DaValt (blue Mary Kay suit courtesy of Peggy's sister, Mary Gronholz), Beth Hintz and Gail Godding.  Breeder/co-owner Marte Wetzel was unable to attend, but was so excited, with his win!! &lt;em&gt;Photo by Garth Gourlay - Canada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-3657552328779113553?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/3657552328779113553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=3657552328779113553' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3657552328779113553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/3657552328779113553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-best-in-show-specialty-win.html' title='WOW - A Best in Show Specialty Win!!'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RvkjNeF26GI/AAAAAAAAABs/j86Io3ZXI6g/s72-c/DSC_0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-7679362173408015181</id><published>2007-09-12T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:05.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In loving memory:  CH. Glen Oaks' Firedance o' Amethyst (Fire) - March 14, 1995 to September 8, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RugEF8LxRBI/AAAAAAAAABk/HLYW0CvB1oo/s1600-h/FireHead%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RugEF8LxRBI/AAAAAAAAABk/HLYW0CvB1oo/s320/FireHead%5B1%5D.jpg" border="3" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109338277353178130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear sweet, Fire -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You left me way too soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that 12.5 years is a lifetime for a dog, but for the human(s) left behind, it's not nearly long enough. You were the epitome of what a dog should be. You were there for me for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than say more here, you can read the tribute to &lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com/Fire_Memorial.htm"&gt;Fire on my web site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears don't seem to stop and I miss you more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about a 10-kleenex alert.....and music accompanies the memorial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-7679362173408015181?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/7679362173408015181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=7679362173408015181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7679362173408015181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7679362173408015181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/09/k9-moment-in-time-sleep-warm-fire-ch.html' title='In loving memory:  CH. Glen Oaks&apos; Firedance o&apos; Amethyst (Fire) - &lt;br&gt;March 14, 1995 to September 8, 2007'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RugEF8LxRBI/AAAAAAAAABk/HLYW0CvB1oo/s72-c/FireHead%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-1135016048597138284</id><published>2007-09-02T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:05.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Degrees of Separation: Life in Rural Wisconsin</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was invited to the wedding of a young co-worker of mine.  Samantha (Sam) and Andy were married in Waupun, WI.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a whirlwind couple days with the dogs.  Originally, I was going to go to the West Bend Shows to show River, but decided I needed a break.  Then I was going to run Drifter at a hunt test on Saturday and Sunday.  But, the entries closed on Monday rather than the usual Wednesday, so that was out.  Maddee, my friend Bethany's Gordon Setter, needed to be bred.  Plan A dog, Blizzard, couldn't be used because of the severe flooding in Rushford/Winona, MN.  So, the B team was called in and that was MacE.  Mac is Amethyst's FIRST Master Hunter Gordon Setter as well as a champion, etc.  He is owned by Ron and Gwen Pfeil of West Bend, WI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....Maddee needed to be bred @ 1:00 p.m. in Lomira.  The wedding was at 3:00 p.m. in Waupun.  It was a no-brainer to just take Maddee to the wedding.  She could wait in the van until I was done, then I'd take her home.  The reception was in Burnett, WI (which is where my ex-husband grew up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the wedding, a woman said to me, "Peggy....how are you here?"  When I looked up I saw that it was Mrs. Judy Rebholz.  Mr. and Mrs. Rebholz are the parents of John Rebholz, a good friend of my brother, Paul.  John's sister, Chris, is married to Andy (the groom's dad).  The bride is a co-worker of mine at Central Wisconsin Center (Madison, WI). John and his wife were at the reception and I had a very nice visit with them.  John said that he reads Paul's blogs regularly.  I met John's wife and she was very nice to visit with.  Mr. Rebholz came over and we had a brief chat which was quite pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat at the reception table with Brian and Kathy Virgin. I work with Brian and went to high school with Kathy's brother. Kathy told me that Mom is Nate's buddy from church.  I'm not sure if it's a foster grandparent thing or what, but I thought that was interesting.  I also saw the Andlers from Columbus, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great time.  Probably one of the first weddings I have been to since my divorce.  It was a wonderful day.  The BEAUTIFUL Wisconsin day was perfect for a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RtqrdyRl_-I/AAAAAAAAABc/n5NoAfGDmW0/s1600-h/IMG_2404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RtqrdyRl_-I/AAAAAAAAABc/n5NoAfGDmW0/s200/IMG_2404.JPG" border="3" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105581655778000866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation for the wedding, I cleaned off a compact flash card and came across some of my photos from Myrtle Beach, SC (last year).  I sent Mary some photos that I thought she'd like....here is one of my favorites.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to decide whether or not to go back there this year, if even for a brief visit.  This photo makes me want to.....time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-1135016048597138284?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/1135016048597138284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=1135016048597138284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/1135016048597138284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/1135016048597138284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/09/six-degrees-of-separation-life-in-rural.html' title='Six Degrees of Separation: Life in Rural Wisconsin'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RtqrdyRl_-I/AAAAAAAAABc/n5NoAfGDmW0/s72-c/IMG_2404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-2563390019582274767</id><published>2007-08-05T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:06.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ8yUfjMxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Sj6s-MrEkk/s1600-h/MomCemetery20070804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ8yUfjMxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Sj6s-MrEkk/s200/MomCemetery20070804.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095397232352637714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, August 3, 2007, I ventured with my mom, Anne Gero, to Manistique, MI to visit the gravesite of my dad, Robert Gero.  Mom asked me in July if I could take her up there.  She wanted to check the grave marker to make sure it was okay and I think she just wanted to go to be there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ9VUfjMyI/AAAAAAAAABE/dzNneR090Go/s1600-h/Cemetery20070804-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ9VUfjMyI/AAAAAAAAABE/dzNneR090Go/s200/Cemetery20070804-2.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095397833648059170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rented a 2007 Ford Focus car to drive there as neither Mom's car, nor my beast, would probably make the trip as easily.  We stayed at the Holiday Inn Express that we were at last year for the interment at Lakeview Cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I spent a lovely day visiting Dickinson Homes, Inc. (MI) model home village.  My ex-husband and I sold Dickinson Homes in the late 1980s and early 1990s.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ-UkfjMzI/AAAAAAAAABM/uH7YJRFY0co/s1600-h/DHI-Mom20070803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ-UkfjMzI/AAAAAAAAABM/uH7YJRFY0co/s200/DHI-Mom20070803.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095398920274785074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun for me to see the homes.  The quality is still there.  They have a model home village that consists of 5 different homes as well as a display of all the products.  It's a great place.  I even ran into people that remembered me from the days of selling Dickinson Homes.  Mom and I were thrilled with the quality.  I can't wait to build mine here!! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ8CEfjMwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cGxpkbWZ_Uw/s1600-h/DHI-Chalet20070804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ8CEfjMwI/AAAAAAAAAA0/cGxpkbWZ_Uw/s200/DHI-Chalet20070804.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095396403423949570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we checked into our hotel and had a bite to eat at the neighborhood Pizza Hut, we visited with Mrs. Dorothy Hoholik and her daughter, Molly.  Mom and I enjoyed fresh raspberries and ice cream and a wonderful visit with them.  Molly is a retired kindergarten teacher from WI.  She owes her love of teaching to Grace Gero, an aunt of my father's.  Mrs. H spoke well of my family.  She spoke of how my great grandfather's organizational skills built Manistique.  He was a founding father.  This is very cool to me as a history major.   We revisited with Mrs. H. and Molly on Saturday morning at the Pamida parking lot where they were doing their volunteer thing for Operation Backpack for under privileged kids.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire trip was a learning experience for me.  Mom shared with me things that she and Dad did.  It was enjoyable to listen to all that "stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RraAIUfjM0I/AAAAAAAAABU/Q-jBbndpmH8/s1600-h/Cemetery20070804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RraAIUfjM0I/AAAAAAAAABU/Q-jBbndpmH8/s200/Cemetery20070804.jpg" border="1" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095400908844643138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know...I love country music...and this song, by Rascal Flatts, which just came out...reminds me of my weekend in Michigan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Mom, for asking me to go.  I really had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rascal Flatts - Take Me There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a place in your heart, nobody's been, &lt;br /&gt;Take me there. &lt;br /&gt;Things nobody knows, &lt;br /&gt;Not even your friends, &lt;br /&gt;Take me there. &lt;br /&gt;Tell me bout your momma, your daddy, your hometown, &lt;br /&gt;Show me around, &lt;br /&gt;I want see it all, don't leave anything out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, everything about you THEN. &lt;br /&gt;And I want to go, down every road you've been. &lt;br /&gt;Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live, &lt;br /&gt;Where you keep the rest of your life hid, &lt;br /&gt;I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare, &lt;br /&gt;Take me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first real kiss, your first true love, &lt;br /&gt;You were scared. &lt;br /&gt;Show me where, &lt;br /&gt;You learned about life, spent your summer nights, without a care. &lt;br /&gt;I want to roll down main street, the back roads, &lt;br /&gt;Like you did when you were a kid, &lt;br /&gt;What made you who you are, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what your story is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, everything about you THEN. &lt;br /&gt;And I want to go, down every road you've been. &lt;br /&gt;Where your hopes and dreams, and wishes live, &lt;br /&gt;Where you keep the rest of your life hid, &lt;br /&gt;I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare &lt;br /&gt;Take me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, everything about you, &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, everything about you baby. &lt;br /&gt;I want to go, down every road you've been. &lt;br /&gt;Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live, &lt;br /&gt;Where you keep the rest of your life hid, &lt;br /&gt;I want to know the girl behind that pretty stare. &lt;br /&gt;Take me, take me, take me there, &lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me there, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Take me, baby, take me&lt;br /&gt;Take me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-2563390019582274767?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/2563390019582274767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=2563390019582274767' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/2563390019582274767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/2563390019582274767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-me-there.html' title='Take me there...'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RrZ8yUfjMxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/_Sj6s-MrEkk/s72-c/MomCemetery20070804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-181033018651767951</id><published>2007-07-03T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T17:02:08.010-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culver&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Number 4'/><title type='text'>Moment in Time:  Dad, Culver's and the Number 4</title><content type='html'>A year ago today, Dad died.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that year go?  I recall a year ago that Mom, Mary and I were spending lots of time with him at the nursing home in Columbus.  The siblings Paul and Ruth were on either coast trying to decide what to do.  I was with him as he passed on.  It was sad, but I have no regrets for him or us.  He lived a full life and he lived it well.  He was a good man.  As Ruth alluded to in her blog, little nuances, little memories blip in and out.  Something I see or do reminds me of him.  I may shed a tear or I may laugh.  And above all, I am grateful he was my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurses at the hospital and those affiliated with Hospice told us, almost exactly, what to expect.  I recall that someone asked me how long Dad would live.  I said that he would make it at least until the 4th of July.  When questioned about this, I said that his dad was born on July 4.  And....4th of July was a huge thing in Columbus.  Mary and I spent a lot of time at Culver's sharing memories and lunches as we sat with Dad in his final days and hours.  And...Dad was born on May 4.  I believe in many cultures that the number 4 is a number of completion.  Dad lived a complete and wonderful life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I actually took lunch and went to Culver's.  Memories flooded back of the time with Mary and what we were doing a year ago.  And...the number they gave me for my meal was the number 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few weeks, I will venture back to Manistique, MI with Mom.  She asked me the other day if I would have time to take her up there.  I knew last year that this would be a yearly trek for her.  It will be fun to go up there with her and to let her reminisce and visit Dad's grave.  &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What has happened in the past year? Many things.  It's so hard to believe that he's been gone a year....but as he always said, "the only thing constant in life is change."  Life has changed for all of us because he's no longer here to share his wit, his humor and his stories with us. However, those stories were deeply ingrained in us and he still teaches us as we move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, Dad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are missed and greatly loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-181033018651767951?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/181033018651767951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=181033018651767951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/181033018651767951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/181033018651767951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/07/moment-in-time-dad-culvers-and-number-4.html' title='Moment in Time:  Dad, Culver&apos;s and the Number 4'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-2364006259985453684</id><published>2007-07-01T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:37:49.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Heart</title><content type='html'>For those that you know me, I grew up in a small town, fondly known as the &lt;a href="http://www.cityofcolumbuswi.com/"&gt;Red-Bud City&lt;/a&gt; (a/k/a Columbus).  In August of 1970, Mom and Dad moved us from Princeton, IL to Columbus.  Every 4th of July the town would host the 2nd largest parade, invite 40K plus people to town to watch Drum &amp; Bugle Corps competitions, eat brats, drink beer (when we were old enough to) and revel in a Wisconsin summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the 4th of July this year is a Wednesday, the City of Columbus has started their celebration a wee bit early....on June 29.  Now...just so you all don't think I have gone out and found a boyfriend....NO...I haven't....I couldn't be that lucky......Last night (June 30), a country band named &lt;a href="http://www.wildheart.jtmediaservices.com/"&gt;Wild Heart&lt;/a&gt; was to play in the Main Stage/Beer Garden area at Fireman's Park.  When I saw that and knew I was going to be around, I decided that I was going to go, even if it meant going alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Anne, and I went to see a movie Ratatouille which is a Pixar animated film which was AWESOME.  Afterwards, we went car looking.  Not shopping....just looking.... She and I are both thinking of something "new" when our 1998 and 1999 cars bite the dust.  The goal...something station-wagonesque (Ford Focus comes to mind).....so that if we were going to a dog show or the vet clinic, then one maybe two dogs could go and we wouldn't have to take the huge behemoth vans.  I want a Ford Escape, but my problem is, I don't want to sacrifice mileage that my 1998 Cavalier has.  I currently get about 30 mpg.  That's what I need.  I love the Toyota Highlander and RAV, but I'm not paying for the Toyota name....I looked at the newer improved Toyota Scion Box Car (B) but I can't stand what Toyota did by putting the speedometer in the middle of the dashboard.  That is the dumbest thing I have ever seen.  I drove a Yaris all the way to Kansas and home and I don't like it.  So...we looked at the &lt;a href="http://www.chevrolet.com/hhr/"&gt;Chevy HHR&lt;/a&gt; which reminds me of a Bonnie and Clyde getaway car or a mob vehicle.  I believe that Chevy calls it their retro Suburuban.  Since it's built on a Cobalt frame (the Cavalier replacement), I'm thinking I may go with that....it's unique, has fold-down seats and gets 30 mpg.  With my Cavalier approaching 190K miles....I think that may be the direction I head for a car.....stay tuned.....but then I still want to build a new home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Anne and I visited at her house and played with RB and Penny, her lovely Irish Setters, I drove to the Park to listen to Wild Heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister &lt;a href="http://milliondollarmary.blogspot.com"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; (no...not a nun....but my sibling) said that she and Scott might come on out to listen and I should call her when I got to town (which was about 8:15 or so)...Of course...I called her but it went to voice mail.  While I was standing there listening to the band, about 9:20 or so, I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket.... it was Mary....and, the band was playing so I had to walk away from where they were so I could hear her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was apologetic for not being able to come over.  She was concerned that I was there by myself.  I told her that I was standing there, beer in hand, listening to a great country group (for free...well...$2 for the can of beer) and I'd be just fine.  After all, I am used to doing things by myself.  I ran into people from work in Madison who have moved to Columbus and shared a funnel cake with them, I ran into another friend from work (who grew up around the corner from me), I ran into the gals from my dental office in Sun Prairie and ran into another male friend that I had briefly dated last year. He and I had a nice visit for about an hour. It was a good time and I stayed until the very end of the concert.  I'm not sure that it ever gets easier doing things alone...but if you want to do things it's better to go it alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crowd was small probably because of the Rhythm 'n' Booms celebration of Fireworks that was going on in Madison.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a glorious Saturday....perfect weather and a great way to spend time....even if it was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild Heart played one of my favorite songs by Sugarland...called, "Settlin'" in their last set called the "party set." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With apologies to Sugarland - here's my current theme song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifteen minutes left to throw me together&lt;br /&gt;for mister right now, not mister forever&lt;br /&gt;don’t know why I even try when I know how it ends&lt;br /&gt;lookin’ like another maybe we could be friends&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been leavin’ it up to fate&lt;br /&gt;It’s my life so it’s mine to make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t settlin’ just gettin’ by&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough so so for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Tired of shootin’ too low so raise the bar high.&lt;br /&gt;"Just enough" ain't enough this time&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t settlin’ for anything less than everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some good red wine and my brand new shoes&lt;br /&gt;Gonna dance a blue streak around my livin’ room&lt;br /&gt;Take a chance on love and try how it feels&lt;br /&gt;With my heart wide open now you know I will&lt;br /&gt;Find what it means to be the girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change her mind and change the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t settlin’ just gettin’ by&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough so so for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Tired of shootin’ too low so raise the bar high.&lt;br /&gt;"Just enough" ain't enough this time&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t settlin’ for anything less than everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t settlin’ just gettin’ by&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough so so for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Tired of shootin’ too low so raise the bar high.&lt;br /&gt;"Just enough" ain't enough this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t settlin’ just gettin’ by&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had enough so so for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Tired of shootin’ too low so raise the bar high.&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t settlin’ no, no, no, no, no, no….&lt;br /&gt;So raise the bar high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the holiday week....for those of you traveling, be safe.  I have to work all week (except Wednesday) and I will be home again next weekend, before heading out on the road again....but I'll save some of that for another post....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-2364006259985453684?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/2364006259985453684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=2364006259985453684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/2364006259985453684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/2364006259985453684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/07/wild-heart.html' title='Wild Heart'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-1570964984075413611</id><published>2007-06-18T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T01:45:24.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the road again and again and again.....</title><content type='html'>Greetings - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was prompted by my youngest sibling, Ruth, to post something for June Dairy Month.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure really what to post.....I could post about my very dull and non-existent dating life...*sigh*  I am very doubtful that this will ever change in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to think about wanting to spend time with someone of the opposite sex, but at 49....it truly is a challenge to date...and when I meet someone that I like....seems they never like me and vice versa.  Often takes me back to the days in college when I would like some of the "jocks" and they wouldn't like me, except to type a paper for them.  I keep telling myself it doesn't matter when it really does.....so I just do the next best thing....keep busy with the dogs, the house and other things important (like work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just returned from Kalamazoo, Michigan where I participated in the UKC Premier, one of the top shows for this venue.  Three weeks ago I went to Oklahoma for 4 days of shows down there.  It was a very successful show circuit and one of the many I have planned for this summer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did two more days of UKC shows in Ixonia, WI about 45 minutes from me.  It was a lot of fun and River had good successes winning a Group 1, Group 3 and Group 4 in the 4 shows he was in.  Not to be outdone, River's son, Drifter at his first set of UKC shows (baby classes), earned Best of Breed Gordon on Saturday in both shows and on Sunday, he earned Best Puppy in Show as well as Reserve Best Puppy in show.  Not too shabby.  His dad, River, earned back-to-back Best in Shows in this venue (UKC) back in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job continues to go well and I love it.  I have great co-workers, a wonderful boss and lots of fun and challenging (career-wise) projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...today was Father's Day.   Another day set aside to formally remember dads.  I remember mine and miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....it's almost 2 a.m. so I'd better get to bed so I can go to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy June is Dairy Month!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-1570964984075413611?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/1570964984075413611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=1570964984075413611' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/1570964984075413611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/1570964984075413611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-road-again-and-again-and-again.html' title='On the road again and again and again.....'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-6181873921107516017</id><published>2007-05-15T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:06.753-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Setter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whisper'/><title type='text'>Calendar Note to Self:  Happy 49th Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RkmWq_10VYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U1jz8OAQBRQ/s1600-h/PeggyKid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RkmWq_10VYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U1jz8OAQBRQ/s200/PeggyKid.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064744921390667138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...I know...it's pretty vain to wish yourself a happy birthday....but...I was encouraged to get off the blog log...and say something.  So....here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also Whisper's 4th b-day today.  She is my Irish Setter visitor who happens to share the same b-day as me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get going to work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan today:  watch niece, Stef, run in a conference meet.  Need to grab the rain gear...although it looks nice right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....NBC cut Crossing Jordan.  Not as hip as show as my sister, Ruth's "24," but one that I loved.  Great ensemble cast and great story lines.  Reminds me of Quincy that I used to love to watch, too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-6181873921107516017?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/6181873921107516017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=6181873921107516017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6181873921107516017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6181873921107516017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/05/calendar-note-to-self-happy-49th.html' title='Calendar Note to Self:  Happy 49th Birthday!!'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RkmWq_10VYI/AAAAAAAAAAs/U1jz8OAQBRQ/s72-c/PeggyKid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-6200593978812198850</id><published>2007-05-04T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:06.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Group Placement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='River'/><title type='text'>A K9 Moment in Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/Rjv9Gf10VXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LM3fVt8sa9M/s1600-h/PeggyRiverSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/Rjv9Gf10VXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LM3fVt8sa9M/s200/PeggyRiverSm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060916894349153650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the day on May 4, 2007.  I'm just floating....because a dog that I co-own with my friends Gail and Marte earned a Group 3 in the Sporting Group at the Badger KC Dog Show in Jefferson, WI today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so thrilling for me because it's only the 3rd Group placement I have ever earned in my show career (having won a Group 4 in 2000 and a Group 3 in 2002).  I have made a couple "cuts" in the group, but this was a great win!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River has been shown only 4 times in AKC sporting group rings.  The first time, he was chicken.  The second time, he didn't get a look, the third time he made a "cut" in a Sporting Group in Fond du Lac 2 weekends ago and then today, a Group 3.  Not too shabby for a just two-year old Gordon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a thrill!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-6200593978812198850?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/6200593978812198850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=6200593978812198850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6200593978812198850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/6200593978812198850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/05/k9-moment-in-time.html' title='A K9 Moment in Time'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/Rjv9Gf10VXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LM3fVt8sa9M/s72-c/PeggyRiverSm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-4453770155499212373</id><published>2007-05-03T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:07.107-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moments in Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Siblings'/><title type='text'>Moments in Time:   May 4, 1929</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RjsZp_10VWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lZJ0LB_RdBQ/s1600-h/Dad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RjsZp_10VWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lZJ0LB_RdBQ/s200/Dad2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060666815583376738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have a moment in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be fleeting.  It may hang with you for awhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it we all have them.  From the memory of a beautiful Sterling Silver rose from a rose garden in Hamilton, NY to Buster Brown shoes and socks soaking wet from jumping in a mud puddle in Wampsville, NY when I was a kid.  Dad was the first of the many May baby b-days in our family....followed by Mary, Zeke, Peggy and Paul.  I also got married in May and my former mother-in-law has a May b-day....(Photo above by Paul F. Gero.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...you betcha, we have moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 4, 1929....a moment in time brings back the memory of the birth of Robert B. Gero.  My dad!! How cool is that? Of course, I wasn't there....but Dad was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born Robert Breining Gero to Paul Essex Gero and Alice Elizabeth Breining on May 4, 1929 in Manistique, Michigan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year on July 3, 2006, in another moment in time, Dad died in Columbus, WI with me by his side. He is buried in Manistique, Michigan.  Mom, Paul, Uncle Dan and I went to bury him there.  Again, another moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the past 10 months since Dad's death, there have been many moments in time.  Many things that make me think of him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a history major, I've always been intrigued by dates.  In the news lately has been the talk of Kent State University.  On May 4, 1970, several students were gunned down on the campus of that university.  Again, another moment in time. I always remembered that date, because it was Dad's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 10 months have passed, I have decided that I'd like to share with you the memories I shared with those who attended my dad's funeral in July of 2006.  My siblings, Paul and Ruth, have shared theirs in their blogs and Paul encouraged me to share mine.  It just took me many moments in time to get to that point of sharing.  Mary also has shared her recollections, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to win friends, make it a point to remember them. If you remember my name, you pay me a subtle compliment; you indicate that I have made an impression on you. Remember my name and you add to my feeling of importance." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dale Carnegie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my earliest and fondest memories of Dad was when I was about 7 years old and we lived in Hamilton, NY.   My dad took me to a Dale Carnegie course that he was attending.  For those of you that don’t know, Dale Carnegie was a man who was a self-help author and trainer.  He used various methods for his clientele to use to remember things and to keep it together.  I remember how we could learn the 13 original colonies by a simple process of “picturing” words associated to the state.  For example, Delaware would be represented by a delicate blue plate.  The 2nd state is Pennsylvania and on top of that delicate blue plate is a number 2 yellow pencil.  The process goes on and on until you have created an entire word/picture association in your mind.  I found this method of learning to be so beneficial.  My dad was so pleased that he could take me to his class that he introduced me by popping me up on his shoulders and said this is my daughter, Peggy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad taught us many things about life by the things that he did.  He loved to garden.  He had gorgeous roses in Hamilton, New York.  I still remember the beautiful lavender/purple rose called a Sterling Silver rose.  To this day, it’s one of my favorites.  In later years, we used to give Dad a hard time about gardening in his “old street shoes.”  He generally took the teasing very good naturedly.  He always reminded us that if we dished it out, we had to take it in return.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was an avid reader.  His nose was always in a book, a magazine or a newspaper.  I know that I acquired my love of reading through his example.  It amazed me that he read books like Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and biographies about leaders in our country and books by Taylor Caldwell.  When I was in the 4th grade in Princeton, IL I had the distinction of having read the most books in the class.  I believe I read about 84 books that year.  We only needed to have read 20 to get a certificate.  I had stumbled onto several great books about the founding fathers that brought alive to me, through the written word, their lives and times.  To this day, whenever I can, I sneak in a book or two or three.   By his example, he showed us that reading really truly was fundamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad was a very hard worker.  He did this as my mom was a stay-at-home mom.  He always instilled in us the value of working hard.  To this day it continues.  Many of my friends often tell me that I make them tired by the things that I do.  Hard work was a value that came from my dad and my mom, too.   When we lived in Princeton, IL we all had duties that we had to do around the house that earned us our allowance.  We did have to work for an allowance.   My job, now don’t laugh, was to pick up dog poop in the yard from Blackie the German Shepherd.  I had to do this job on Saturday mornings.  One day when I was in 5th or 6th grade I said to him, “Dad, I really don’t mind doing this job, but I surely don’t want others to see me doing this job or to know what I have to do to earn my allowance.”  He just laughed and said that there are often jobs that we don’t like to do but we have to accept our responsibilities and follow through.  I find it very interesting that 35 years later, I am still picking up dog poop for all the dogs that I own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1976, I graduated from Columbus High School and embarked on a journey to Ripon College a small, private liberal arts college in Ripon, Wisconsin.  I had gone there with the hope of becoming a veterinarian.  When Dad drove me up to Ripon, with Mom along, he said to me, ”you’ll be amazed at what your mother and I will learn over the next 4 years.”  I thought this was quite profound as he had already had a college education, but yet he was still continuing to learn as his child did as she left for 4 years of college.  Dad was so “joe college” as we grew up.  He loved his beloved Scarlet Knights of Rutgers and taught us to sing all these dopey songs as we traveled in the summers to the East Coast.  I remember one day at Ripon sitting in the cafeteria (after a few too many beers at happy hour) and I started singing, “on the banks of the Old Raritan” and one of my classmates from Ripon started singing it with me.  I found out that her dad had attended Rutgers and graduated 10 years before my dad.   I honestly didn’t think other kids had been subjected to songs like that, but I guess I was wrong.  Thanks for those memories!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my freshman year I told Dad that I’d quit and go to MATC to become a vet tech since I got a D in Biology Stats…but he said, ”Peggy that’s okay you can go to MATC AFTER you graduate from Ripon.”  So all these years later, I look back on my 4 years at Ripon as being 4 of the BEST years of my life.  The things I learned at Ripon (in addition to the things in kindergarten) have helped me to become who I am today.  The gift of being able to think out of the box was something that Ripon helped accentuate, but that my dad and mom instilled in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the oldest, I felt this keen sense of responsibility to my mom and my dad.  In the past many months, we could see that Dad was preparing us for his final journey.  In my dog show world, we often term that place where old or infirmed animals go is to the Rainbow Bridge.  Then they wait for their master to greet them when that master crosses the Bridge.  Since my job affords me family leave time, I was able to be with my dad as he journeyed on to that better place.  Over the past couple weeks my sister Mary and I kept vigil by Dad’s bedside with Mom.  Paul and Ruth would call us from either coast and talk to Dad.  I know that he knew we were all there and cared about him.  His many friends that he made as he and Mom volunteered at the Care Center would stop by to see him.  He actually waved to Mrs. Schiebles as she left his room after stopping to see him.  The last thing I heard him speak were the words, “Hi, Paul,” as Mary put her cell phone to his ear.  We joked that we were going to have to talk to him on cell phone so that he’d say hi to us.  His illness took its toll and each day he failed more and more.  We shared laughter and tears and stories often cracking up the nurses and staff around us.  For those of you who don’t know us, that was our way of coping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Dad for all the good things that you taught my siblings and me.  You taught us to live life to its fullest.  However life’s little examples that you showed us very subtlely is your greatest legacy to Paul, Mary, Ruth and me.  Your grandchildren will also inherit that legacy as it is now passed on to the next generation.  And..as Mary and I promised you over and over, we will take care of Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always taught us to do our best.  You did your best by your shining example for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep warm, Dad.   I love you.  I will always miss you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year at this time, Dad celebrated his 77th birthday appropriately on the beach in Myrtle Beach, SC with Mom, Ruth, David, Zeke, Annie and Mary Jo.  Several weeks later he would see his new grand-daughter Katherine Frances Gero be baptized in California.  Who said this man didn't get around?? *grin* I remember at one time, he wanted to move to Australia....c'mon Mom...it would have been fun to have been down under....*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...a short month after that, he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love moments in time.  They give me a chance to remember everything in my life and those in my life, whenever I want. What a tremendous gift we, the living, have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment in time today is dedicated to Robert B. Gero, who would have been 78 years young today!!  Happy b-day, Dad!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now....I'm off to the traditional Madison area dog show, which usually seemed to occur on yours or Mary's b-days.  This year, it's yours!  Woof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-4453770155499212373?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/4453770155499212373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=4453770155499212373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4453770155499212373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/4453770155499212373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/05/moments-in-time-may-4-1929.html' title='Moments in Time:   May 4, 1929'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RjsZp_10VWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lZJ0LB_RdBQ/s72-c/Dad2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-7618270735407528469</id><published>2007-04-16T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:53:07.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drifter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tax Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire'/><title type='text'>All "Taxed" Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RiPwOLAYdOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9QrJ54NIe3A/s1600-h/20070411-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RiPwOLAYdOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9QrJ54NIe3A/s200/20070411-3.jpg" border="2" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054147333103056098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings readers....if there are any of ya out there in bloggerland - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is April 16, 2007 and with 33 hours until the deadline of midnight - April 17, 2007, I signed, sealed and delivered my taxes to the IRS and WDR!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a mission accomplished for sure.  The hardest part for me is keeping up with my bookwork.  So...now, after I blog, I need to start on 2007's so that I can at least have a few months done....It'd be smart and fun to keep them done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the blogger folks made me do it.  That is to go to the "new" version of the blogger.  I have resisted because I don't like it as well as the old version.  I'm not sure the labels will help me or anyone.  I just find them taking up valuable real estate.  But...c'est la vie....that's technology!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, we in Wisconsin, had a late-April snowstorm.  I took my new baby, aptly named, Drifter out for a photo op in the spring snow.  It dawned on me that when the next snowfall arrives, he most likely will be about 10 months old and not that cute, inquisitive puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, without further adieux, I proudly present, Amethyst's Snow 'n' Ice (in honor of his granny, Ice) who represents the 4th generation of my breeding program.  Great-grandpa Fire was featured earlier in my blogs having won 3rd place in Veteran Dog class at the GSCA National in 2006.  Ice is Fire's daughter out of my girl Storm.  And..Drifter's mom is Ch. Amethyst's Stormin' Back 'n Time (Twister) who was aptly named for her granny, Storm.  Drifter's dad, is River who I featured on my sad-sack Valentine's Day post. And, what is sweeter yet, is that they are all still alive.  Fire is 12, Ice is 9, Twister is 4 and Drifter 3-months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new job is going great, the weather is gorgeous today and I have once again, met the tax deadline without having to file an extension.  Life is grand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Drifter.  He'll be the next star for Amethyst!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-7618270735407528469?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/7618270735407528469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=7618270735407528469' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7618270735407528469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/7618270735407528469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-taxed-out.html' title='All &quot;Taxed&quot; Out'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IuAqKQyfc44/RiPwOLAYdOI/AAAAAAAAAAU/9QrJ54NIe3A/s72-c/20070411-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-117151440792783114</id><published>2007-02-14T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:04:48.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Valentine's Day......Where is that Mr. Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5063/843/1600/743693/RiverBIS2-sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5063/843/320/694724/RiverBIS2-sm.jpg" border="1" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here during the waning hours of Valentine's Day...having just read my sister's blog about the wonderful gifts her husband gave her.  It has now been 3 years since I have had a Valentine's Day with a spouse to share it with.....and one of the "dumb" things I do is to buy an extremely romantic card.....in the hope that someday I'll have someone to give it to.  I am wondering if each year alone gets easier....It is holidays like this that make me really think that I have "gone mad."  And then some day, I wonder if romance really does exist....or if that only happens in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get flowers from ProFlowers (gorgeous - almost purple Irises) from my dogs that are living in Oklahoma.  That was a kind gesture.  Those flowers were so cool.  They even came to my office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a movie "date" with my friend, Anne.  We saw Music and Lyrics with Hugh Grant and Drew Barrymore.  It was a great flick!!  While Anne is a great movie-going bud....it would have been more romantic to have gone with Mr. Right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cynic in me suspects that he's not out there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But c'est la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However....the "best" news is that.....last weekend, I took one of my Gordons to a United Kennel Club Dog Show (UKC) in Ixonia, WI. Here's an excerpt from my post to a dog discussion group - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a UKC show is different venue.  Points are earned differently but it is conceivable that you can finish a championship with the United Kennel Club (UKC) in one weekend which consists of 4 shows.  Two shows are held concurrently on a given day.  A dog needs to win 100 points with 3 competition wins.  If you are the only one in your breed, you can earn competition wins by a group placement.  So, if your dog gets a Group 4 and there are 5 dogs in the group, you'll get one of your competition wins. (That was how it was explained to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, February 10, under Judge Donna Rommelfaenger, River earned Best Male Gordon from the Junior Dog class and Best of Breed.  He earned 25 points for that win.  In the Gun Dog Group, River earned a Group 1.  So, he had his first competition win.  And then, the most exciting thing happened.....River was given the nod for Best in Show!!  You get no extra "points" or anything for a Best in Show, but I was thrilled.  In the second show, under Marsha Shively, River earned his 25 points toward his championship, but did not place in the group at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday,February 11, Laurie had Flame entered and I had River entered again.  Gail Godding, who keeps River's coat up, feeds him and cares for him, came to watch and take him home when we were done.  When we finally got to show today, we showed to Dean Spielvogel.  River won Best Junior Male and Flame won best Junior Female.  River got the Best of Breed so he got his 2nd competition win and a chance to go on to the Group.  He did nothing in the group.  The next judge was Carol Glodowski-Starr and she again gave the nod to River, but as we were leaving the ring she said, "but the bitch is very nice, too."  That made us all feel good, because Laurie was the one encouraging me to participate in this venue.   River by virtue of this win earned his UKC Championship title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into the Gun Dog Group and River took another Group 1. What made it more fun was that Gail and Laurie were there to cheer River and me on.  Then for the Best in Show we were in very good company.  There was a Borzoi, owned by Pam (WI) who incidently gave River a Best in Sweeps at the Great Lakes GSCA Specialty in July, a lovely Beagle owned by Chardon Beagles Chuck Kitchell, a Schipperke, a Siberian, a White German Shepherd, Terrier group was not represented in the Best in Show that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...again, River won Best in Show.   Back-to-back Best in Show wins at a UKC show is just such a thrill. And a new championship title, too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank Gail and Laurie enough for cheering us on.  River, was so true to his graceful style and elegance. The judge was telling Gail that she knew that the minute he walked into the breed ring that he would get "something" as he has incredible movement and is such a flashy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...thanks to everyone and thanks to breeder Marte Wetzel for her support of this venture.  Thanks to Gail for her idea of this co-ownership and to Laurie for encouraging me to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a blast!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of Ch. BIS-U-Ch* Glen Oak's River Breeze Shiraz!!  (*pending confirmation, of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River...for now...is that knight in shining armor.  He really did shine...and that makes me proud!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-117151440792783114?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/117151440792783114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=117151440792783114' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/117151440792783114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/117151440792783114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/02/thoughts-on-valentines-daywhere-is.html' title='Thoughts on Valentine&apos;s Day......Where is that Mr. Right?'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-117051673629091908</id><published>2007-02-03T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:32:16.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is Official....for another 6 weeks.</title><content type='html'>Wow....where does the time go?  I know that I resolved to blog more and my mom and sisters have encouraged me to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Januaary 1, it's been busy for me....my new job within the State keeps me busy as do all the dogs and the litters of puppies planned for Amethyst Gordons and Amethyst Kennels.  To see the latest batch of pups, you can check them out &lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com/greg/litters.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Next up will be Keno, then Asti and I'm waiting on Emma to come in.  When it rains, it pours, but I haven't had a litter for almost 3 years, so it'll be great to raise a new puppy.  In the meantime, Fire, Ice (my geriatrics) and Whisper (Irish) and Dugan and Emma keep me busy.  A couple dog shows in early January kept me busy and a week long training in Brookfield for an A+ computer certification also added to my "busy-ness."  Not to mention troubleshooting PCs for a couple people and working on web updates for clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I drove to Milwaukee for a surprise celebration for my friend Daleen's 40th b-day party.  She and her husband, Dick, co-own Dugan with me.  Dugan has been living with me since April 2006 so that they can sell their home.  The market is soft and they haven't had any takers.  D told me that she was the most pleased to see me at her party.  It meant a lot to her that I'd take time and drive all the way to Milwaukee to help her celebrate.  It was a lot of fun!!  And..friends do that for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Dick and D are trying to sell their home and having a hard time, I can relate as trying to decide what to do out here with this old farmhouse makes me crazy.  I have always tried to make "goals" or "resolutions" for myself, since my divorce....and one was to build a new house before I'm 50.  I'm not sure that I want to adjust that yet as I have about 1.5 years to that goal, but getting there is as frustrating as it gets.  Plan A probably will not take place, so it's on to plan B.  I have decided that life is just a series of plans and back-up plans.  Perhaps the goal-setting that my dad instilled was a good thing.  The frustrating part is when I get upset that Plan A doesn't go.....*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, Mom and I traveled to &lt;a href="http://www.ripon.edu"&gt;Ripon College&lt;/a&gt;, my alma mater, where I was so very honored to present for my sister, &lt;a href="http://optimistmom.blogspot.com"&gt;the Maternal Optimist&lt;/a&gt;, a wonderful tribute to her favorite professor, Dr. Robert P. Ashley, Jr.  The family had asked her, but since she lives in North Carolina with her family, I was the stand-in.  Again, what an honor to be asked by Ruth to do this.  And, to have my mom in the audience.  I maintained my composure, got the correct laugh lines and truly realized that this is why I love Ripon College.  Ruth's words can be found on her blog, but I would like to share my preface:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon. We are here to remember and honor the life and work of Dr. Robert P. Ashley.  As is evidenced by those of you here, Ripon College was “home” to Dr. Ashley.  Family was important to him.  This was embodied not only in his human family, but his college family as well.  My name is Peggy Gero DaValt, a member of the Ripon College Class of 1980.  I was a history/religion major here.  I never had a class with Dr. Ashley.  But of course, I knew who he was and I had great respect for him.  My little sister, Ruth Anne Gero Adams, was one of Dr. Ashley’s favorites.  Ruth was asked by the Ashley family to provide a few remarks.   She is not able to be here today with you, as she is at her home in North Carolina where, along with her husband, David, raise a son and twin daughters all under the age of 5.   Ruth asked me to read her tribute to Dr. Ashley.  I am extremely honored to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's February....and Jimmy the Groundhog (Sun Prairie, WI) claims we'll have 6 more weeks of winter.  And...today is evidenced of that....a day to hunker down....and not get up.  It's bright and sunny but the light dusting of snow is blowing everywhere.  It's about 5 degrees (BELOW) zero and the windchills are in the 20 to 30 degree BELOW zero mark.  It hasn't been that cold in about 6 years.  It does so remind me of the days of my youth in New York and Wisconsin where snow would start in November and not end until April.  I even opted to leave all the dogs in the house now until the weather breaks.....hopefully by mid-week.  My movie-going buddy wants to go see 2 movies today, so perhaps she and I will have to do that...popcorn and great cinema.  At this time of year we try to take in all the Oscar nominated performances.  I believe that we'll see Notes on a Scandal and The Last King of Scotland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  Life is busy.  I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-117051673629091908?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/117051673629091908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=117051673629091908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/117051673629091908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/117051673629091908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/02/winter-is-officialfor-another-6-weeks.html' title='Winter is Official....for another 6 weeks.'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-116764564613345590</id><published>2007-01-01T03:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T04:00:46.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And...in with the New...Year....2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5063/843/1600/676200/FireGSCANational2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5063/843/320/440582/FireGSCANational2006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings everyone - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have returned home from celebrating the New Year with my friend from Beaver Dam.  She and I, both are single, decided that going to the 5 bands at Ho-Chunk Casino in Wisconsin Dells might be fun.  Plus...we could scope out eligible guys.  But...alas, we forgot....New Year's Eve is for couples.  We had fun listening to a very good Swing Band from the 30s and 40s.  The room was all decked out in a winter wonderland...with white balloons in the ceiling ready to come down at the stroke of midnight....the chairs, the trees, all white.  It was lovely and all for $10 plus the hour or so at the Blackjack tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the 50s Do-Wop Band from Milwaukee.  They were very good and it was fun to listen to that music.  A brief stop to the country group and since my girlfriend doesn't like country we moved on to the wonderful group that did 80s and 90s.  I heard, "Brickhouse," "Disco Inferno," etc.  The lead singer was very good and these songs reminded me of my days at Ripon College when disco was just starting to become big.  Then the 5th group was just a DJ playing Michael Jackson type songs in the Sports Bar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are in now and snuggled in....I read the blogs of my sibling, Ruth, and am hopeful, that perhaps I can be a more regular blogger in 2007.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to be thankful for in 2006 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Having had 3 jobs with the State of WI.  One that I loved that was cut due to political reasons.  One that I got to keep my state service and one that I earned that I love again and can learn and grow in my professional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Family and friends to love and cherish as I live my life as a single person.  The trip to &lt;a href="http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/10/changes-in-latitudes-changes-in.html"&gt;Myrtle Beach&lt;/a&gt; was fantastic.  Thanks Ruth and David for the invitation to show up there.  Mary R and I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  A very successful dog show year.  I earned #14 Gordon Setter in the US with my dog, Coal.  He and I qualified for the Eukanuba Invitation and traveled to FL to compete.  It was a dream come true for me and truly an accomplishment.  I can't believe how well Coal's grandfather, Fire, did at the 2006 GSCA National.  He finished 3rd in Veteran dog class!! I finished clients' dogs - Amos, Maddee, Dugan, and helped show River to his championship.  Earned a Best in Sweepstakes with Flame and River, as well as a Best of Opposite Sex in Sweeps with River.  Emma needs two singles to finish.  A litter of puppies is on its way in 2007 and I'm hoping for great things for those puppers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to be sad about in 2006 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The passing of my dad, Bob Gero.  I was thankful that all of the family could be there.  I was thankful for the couple weeks I got to spend with him before he died.  I am thankful I got to help out my mom.  I am thankful my sister, Mary, and I shared Culver's Lemon Ice and nice lunches.  While Dad died in July, many things were learned.  We all pulled together as a family and it was amazing the cohesiveness shown.  It was commented upon by many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The uncertainty about my house situation.  I was so hopeful to sell some of my land to the DNR, but that did not come to pass.  After much discussion with my sister, the ever &lt;a href="http://optimistmom.blogspot.com"&gt;optimist&lt;/a&gt;, she gave me some good ideas on what I could do.  They were helpful. I also bought a subscription to &lt;em&gt;This Old House&lt;/em&gt;....for things that I can do to make it limp along until I can either build new, sell or renovate.  Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...looking forward to 2007 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More dog shows....That part of my life is so much fun.  I spend lots of time on the road getting clients' dogs and just being able to participate in something that I can do well at.  It keeps me busy and keeps me from fretting about not having dates.  I guess the K9s are my dates! *grin*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued challenges in my new job with the State of WI.  I am looking forward to class for an A+ certification in a couple weeks.  That should be great to get that certification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other goals (substitute for 2007 resolutions)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeful to travel to see my nieces and nephews on either coast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still looking forward to building a new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to sharing good times with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to blog more faithfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to love life and live it to its fullest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...to see movies and consume popcorn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-116764564613345590?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/116764564613345590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=116764564613345590' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116764564613345590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116764564613345590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2007/01/andin-with-newyear2007.html' title='And...in with the New...Year....2007'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-116564324969945273</id><published>2006-12-08T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:47:29.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Last Things</title><content type='html'>The past couple weeks have been very exciting for me.  I started a new job with the State of Wisconsin, that I thoroughly love!! So, that's 3 jobs in 2006.  I think that's the most I've had during my 15-year tenure with the State of Wisconsin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Mom called and invited me for dinner.  I gladly accepted.  For those of you that don't know me, I'm not really "Becky Home Ecky."  So, she prepared chicken, baked potatoes and salad and veggies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, she asked me to help her with her annual Christmas letter.  She wanted to include some of the things from Dad's funeral.  So last night, I typed up and formatted her Christmas letter and dropped it off on the way to work this morning.  Tonight, I'm finishing up some of the attachments she wants to include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading and re-living comments that my siblings and I made via our blogs made me sad because I realized that Dad will not be here for Christmas.  I imagine how hard it will be for Mom, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when my ex-husband and I attended the Worldwide Church of God, one of the sermons one Sabbath, was entitled, "The Year of Last Things."  Mr. Randy Stiver, who was the pastor at the time, was discussing how in any given year, it could be, "the year of last things."  I think of this sermon often with regard to my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a hectic couple of years since my divorce.  But with the challenges and stresses of that life change, I realize that I also look forward to Years of New Things.....and then....I realize that all of this is just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is difficult as a single person.  I still don't feel like "doing" Christmas.  Perhaps some of that is because for 15 years of my married life, I did not celebrate Christmas or because Christmas is for couples and families.  When I talk with my single girlfriends, they often concur with me on that.  So, yes, I am part of a family, but it's not the same as if I had a partner to share Christmas with and doing all the fun things that this season entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...the romantic in me goes to movies....and in the past few years, several movies have touched me.  Love Actually (2003), Something's Gotta Give (2003), The Family Stone (2005) and today I saw, The Holiday with Kate Winslet, Jude Law, Jack Black and Cameron Diaz.  What a great movie!!  I encourage you all to see that....especially if you're an incurable romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...in the Year of Last Things....my dad won't be here to celebrate this holiday with his family, but in the Year of New Things....his grand-daughter Kate is now walking, his grand-daughter Annie is now with her prosthesis, grand-daughter, Mary Jo is racing around and growing up nicely, his grand-daughter, Stefanie is now driving (YIKES).  Grandson Jake has become quite the football player and student and Zeke spells e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g, driving his mother crazy.  And...for Mom...the year of new things....will be a computer tomorrow so she can blog....trips to either coast, a new roof and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess...that when we lose a loved one, as I lost my dad, we all have a year of last things.  For those of us that remain to continue our lives....we look forward to the days, weeks and months that turn into the year of new things and exciting adventures along that wonderful journey of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-116564324969945273?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/116564324969945273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=116564324969945273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116564324969945273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116564324969945273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-of-last-things.html' title='The Year of Last Things'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-116316785582649516</id><published>2006-11-10T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:06:32.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...miracles do occur....</title><content type='html'>Rutgers University's football program has come a long way since 1976. In 1976 (the same year yours truly graduated from high school), Rutgers was ranked nationally. Fast forward 30 years....and in a &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/football/ncaa/11/09/rutgers.louisville.ap/index.html?cnn=yes"&gt;truly spectacular upset, defeated #3 Louisville&lt;/a&gt; in front of a hometown crowd of 44,111 fans (plus one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I know that my dad died in July of 2006, there is some talk among my family that he's their lucky charm as he watches down over his beloved Scarlet Knights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is happening, I'm so pleased to see that Rutgers is doing so well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my days at my beloved &lt;a href="http://www.ripon.edu"&gt;Ripon College&lt;/a&gt; I remember sending former President Bernie Adams and his wife, Natalie, sympathy cards whenever Rutgers beat Princeton.  See, President Adams went to Princeton (class of 1952 I think) and Bob Gero, my dad, was Rutgers Class of 1951.  My classmate Kathi P and I got to singing songs one night at dinner after a few too many beers at happy hour.  The song we were singing..."On the Banks of the Old Raritan."  Seems that Kathi's dad graduated from Rutgers in about 1941.  She was an avid tennis player and often was paired with President Adams.  When we found out about each others' affiliations with Rutgers we got together each year and sent the Adamses a sympathy card with newpaper cut outs.  We made Rutgers REALLY big in the sympathy card....and Princeton REALLY small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...the tradition started back in 1869, with the first ever collegiate football game continues.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....for all of you naysayers...Go Scarlet Ka-nig-its (as Dad liked to call them)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we'll see a Rutgers vs UW-Madison bowl game?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even better...Rutgers in a National Championship game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know who will be rooting them on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt;  Thanks Million Dollar Mary for the spell check (Scarlett v. Scarlet).  Must have been confused with Scarlett O'Hara of Gone With the Wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-116316785582649516?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/116316785582649516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=116316785582649516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116316785582649516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116316785582649516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesmiracles-do-occur.html' title='Yes...miracles do occur....'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-116219190310981033</id><published>2006-10-30T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T01:05:03.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a Cool Change.....</title><content type='html'>Music plays an important part in my life.....it always has and it always will. While I love country music now, I also remember a lot of the music I listened to in the 1970s. YIKES...guess that dates me, but....oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite groups from that time in college was Little River Band. They had a song entitled Cool Change...and one of the lines is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a cool change...&lt;br /&gt;I know that it's time for a cool change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just returned from a 950-mile round trip to Sioux Falls, SD to show a couple dogs. It was a nice time; the weather was a gorgeous 65-70ish....and that's awesome. But...we had to set the clocks back....as Daylight Savings Time ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think that we should just &lt;strong&gt;LEAVE&lt;/strong&gt; the clocks alone.....either do Daylight Savings Time all year long, or be like parts of Michigan and Arizona that stay on Standard Time all year long. Perhaps as I age, the idea of the changing the clocks just creates havoc with my Circadian rhythms and I find it takes a good two weeks to adjust. I think it's manmade jet lag.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on the the topic of a cool change...as we all know, it's time for political elections in many venues. The State of Wisconsin is embroiled in a gubernatorial election as well as some other hotly contested Congressional seats (House and Senate). When I arrived home tonight and turned on the boob tube (a/k/a mudslinging tube lately), I was VERY pleased to have seen that the state Republicans pulled out their "big" gun in former Governor and former Health &amp; Human Services Secretary, Tommy Thompson, speaking positively in favor of Congressman Mark Green who is running for Governor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm ready for a change. I hope that the rest of the State of Wisconsin is too. I have a personal reason why I'm ready.....as do many of my fellow state employees who found their jobs cut by the current gov.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change? You betcha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-116219190310981033?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/116219190310981033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=116219190310981033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116219190310981033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116219190310981033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/10/time-for-cool-change.html' title='Time for a Cool Change.....'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-116153984470550411</id><published>2006-10-22T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:18:40.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5063/843/1600/sunriseMB20061021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5063/843/320/sunriseMB20061021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have just returned from a glorious week in sunny and WARM, Myrtle Beach, SC. My friend, Mary and I took a trip to spend with most of my family. My brother, Paul and his wife, Nicki, and daughter, Kate, were not able to come. We did so many fun things, I have no idea where to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite outings was to &lt;em&gt;Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville&lt;/em&gt; for lunch with Mom, Mary, Scott and Jake, and Mary R and Ruth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always good to be home, but...with all due respect to Jimmy Buffett, I felt the Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes - and Mother Nature pulling a fast one on me and Mary R. &lt;strong&gt;SNOW!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I be walking on the beach at sunrise only to be greeted by this....white stuff.....less than 12 hours later? *sigh* &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5063/843/1600/snowWI20061022.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5063/843/320/snowWI20061022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes&lt;br /&gt;Nothing remains quite the same&lt;br /&gt;With all of our running and all of our cunning&lt;br /&gt;If we couldnt laugh we would all go insane..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all laughed and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insanity is living in Wisconsin.......but....it surely is home. I guess that I'll just have to learn how to boogie board in the snow. The Gordons and Irish and my sister's Lab, Joe, were all glad to see me especially when I brought them in out of the rain last night. Joe had fun shredding his bed, but all in all, they survived without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's back to work for me tomorrow and I have bunches of things to do before then.....As time permits, I'll upload more photos from the wonderful time at Myrtle Beach, SC 2006!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-116153984470550411?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/116153984470550411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=116153984470550411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116153984470550411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116153984470550411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/10/changes-in-latitudes-changes-in.html' title='Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-116023074657445410</id><published>2006-10-07T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T09:19:06.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One hundred years ago today......</title><content type='html'>It's October 7, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one hundred years ago today, October 7, 1906, Alice Elizabeth Breining Gero Clark was born. Who was she, you may ask? She was my Nana. Read that as grandmother. She was my dad's mom. He was named after her. Tradition often called for male children to be given their mom's maiden name. So, she is my grandmother and mother to my father, Robert Breining Gero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana was an interesting person. I came to know her quite well when, in 1982, the year that I got married and she moved from Ocean View, NJ to Columbus, WI. My ex-husband did a lot of carpenter work for Nana, plus we all shared many fun times over happy hour at Nana's. She was good for that. A brandy-Manhattan or two....We'd visit from after work until early to mid-evening. We'd share snacks and often a pizza or burger with Nana. Nana shared family history with Greg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some time in her life, Nana lived with her aunt, Rose Webster. For those of you that may not know this, the lovely breed of dog that I raise and show &lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com/"&gt;(Gordon Setters)&lt;/a&gt;, were brought into the USA by Daniel Webster in 1842. Nana said that her family was indeed related to THE Websters. So...in many ways, fate perhaps had a way of bringing me to the Gordon Setter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1987, Nana accompanied me to a dog show in Manitowoc, WI. At that show, my first Gordon Setter, &lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com/DogCalloutHistory/spice.htm"&gt;"Spice" (Ch. Kilernan's Spice o' My Life)&lt;/a&gt;, won Winners Bitch, and Best of Winners, but she also earned Best of Breed honors over the #1 Gordon Setter in the country. My Best of Breed Show photo has Nana in the background. That was such a fun win for me in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 20, 1999, Nana died at the age of 92. She left a small amount of money to Greg and me. With that money, we took a trip and I bought a Gordon Setter from Canada. That Gordon Setter ended up being one of the best purchases I made. &lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com/DogCalloutHistory/asti.htm"&gt;Ch. Clansmen 'n' Amethyst Hi Ground (Asti)&lt;/a&gt; had a very quick and very winning show career. She was the first Gordon that I put points on as a puppy. On May 20, 2000, in Oshkosh, WI, Asti won a Best Puppy in Show. And...now many years later, Nana's gift to me has helped me to grow my line of Gordons and my show career has been quite successful. For those gifts, I will always be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Nana!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have to say happy birthday to two others also born on this day: Karyssa Bowman turns 18 today and my dog show client, Desiree Hamilton, also has a birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a glorious day here in Wisconsin.   So time for me to get some work done outside...because before long, the snow will be falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day!!  I know I already am!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-116023074657445410?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/116023074657445410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=116023074657445410' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116023074657445410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/116023074657445410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-hundred-years-ago-today.html' title='One hundred years ago today......'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-115988247369968447</id><published>2006-10-03T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:37:00.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to smile about...</title><content type='html'>So...let's see it's been a week since my last blog and no one has said "boo" to me about it. Guess if you don't do this regularly enough, they do keep away..... I thought if you build it, they will come....wait...that's a movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, in the hail and rain, I took a trip to see &lt;a href="http://www.terracehomes.com/"&gt;Terrace Homes&lt;/a&gt;. I'm on this mission to sell my house, or sell the land around my house and build a new house where I live. I have lived there 23+ years and I kinda like it there. I don't kinda like the state of the house. It's an old farmhouse. Emphasis on &lt;strong&gt;OLD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I divorced, I said that by the time I'm 50, I'll build a new house. Well....I still have about a year and a half to accomplish that goal, but it's becoming my M.O. lately to check out possiblities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dogs are doing well. Coal and Twister just got their &lt;a href="http://www.offa.org"&gt;OFA certifications&lt;/a&gt; of GOOD!! Elbows are NORMAL. This is great for me as they will be part of my breeding program for years to come. They are the product of a frozen semen breeding to the father of my first Gordon Setter back in 1984.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to a good and relaxing non-dog-vacation soon. I have a couple new places to check out when in MB, SC. I haven't been there since 2004 (a couple weeks prior to my divorce hearing). It should be a great time visiting with my two sisters, &lt;a href="http://milliondollarmary.blogspot.com"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://optimistmom.blogspot.com"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt; and my mom, &lt;a href="http://annegero-bookie.blogspot.com"&gt;Anne&lt;/a&gt;. It should be a lot of sun and fun and great family times, along with my "sister-like" friend. (Quote: optimistmom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I stopped in at my old job to drop off some photos for my previous boss. I ran into the General Counsel there and he and I had a quick short visit in the hallway. The main comment I get from my former co-workers is how do I like my new job. Hmmmmm....I guess I like it fine. It's been almost 6 months. As everyone in my world knows, it's not my "perfect" job....but it'll do. It pays the bills and keeps my retirement going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said to me, that I looked great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's something to really smile and grin about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...life is good and maybe it shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-115988247369968447?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/115988247369968447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=115988247369968447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/115988247369968447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/115988247369968447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/10/something-to-smile-about.html' title='Something to smile about...'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-115927885528382485</id><published>2006-09-26T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T08:54:15.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...reflections...about time, huh?</title><content type='html'>Wow...hard to believe that I am taking the time to do my own blog. I spend time checking out my &lt;a href="http://optimistmom.blogspot.com"&gt;sister's&lt;/a&gt; all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Mom called. She had a wonderful trip to Galena with Lois. She said that I need to go there. I suspect she's correct.   Maybe in time, I will get there.  I have always wanted to take in a Bed and Breakfast there.  Maybe that special guy will take me there some day *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom also told me that Dad was for sure in Heaven. Rutgers University had broken into the top 25 of the football poll. That's great. Dad surely loved his Scarlet K-nig-its (Knights).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard not to think of things my dad did. I often think about his funeral and all the things my siblings and I said about Dad and his legacy and reminisced about that week we were together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a huge country music fan. There is a group called Emerson Drive that have this new song out and everytime I hear it, I think of Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....courtesy of Emerson Drive, here are the lyrics to a song called, "A Good Man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need a whole lot of money&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn’t turn a lottery down I just need a little green in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;So I can buy my buddies a round&lt;br /&gt;All I want is a place to lay my head with the woman I love lyin’ in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Kind of understated&lt;br /&gt;My dreams aren’t that complicated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Who lived a good life, loved a good wife, and always helped someone in trouble&lt;br /&gt;On the day they lay me down I want everyone to gather ‘round&lt;br /&gt;And say he was a father, brother, neighbour and a friend&lt;br /&gt;He was a good man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream of being a rock star&lt;br /&gt;And seein’ the world in style&lt;br /&gt;Used to dream of havin’ a fast car&lt;br /&gt;And driving that miracle mile&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve heard tales those streets aren’t paved in gold&lt;br /&gt;They’re full of pot holes and empty souls Who never learn…&lt;br /&gt;Love is something you gotta earn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Who lived a good life, loved a good wife, and always helped someone in trouble&lt;br /&gt;On the day they lay me down&lt;br /&gt;Want everyone to gather ‘round And say he was a father, brother, neighbour and a friend&lt;br /&gt;He was a good man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m gone,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave a legacy&lt;br /&gt;Of love and laughs and honesty behind me Behind me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the one&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done&lt;br /&gt;Who lived a good life, loved a good wife, and always helped someone in trouble&lt;br /&gt;On the day they lay me down&lt;br /&gt;Want everyone to gather ‘round And say he was a father, brother, neighbour and a friend He was a good man…&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaa…I wanna be a good man…a father, a brother, a neighbour, and a friend&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a good man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...Dad...you were a good man!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-115927885528382485?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/115927885528382485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=115927885528382485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/115927885528382485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/115927885528382485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/09/thoughtsreflectionsabout-time-huh.html' title='Thoughts...reflections...about time, huh?'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-115239721174125215</id><published>2006-07-08T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T17:20:11.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundane?</title><content type='html'>Today was a challenging day for me.  My mom, Anne and my brother Paul and my Uncle Dan and I went to Manistique, MI to bury my dad, Bob Gero, who died on July 3, 2006.  My siblings have posted about Dad and you can read their posts that honor his memory.  &lt;a href="http://gerophoto.blogspot.com"&gt;Paul.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://milliondollarmary.blogspot.com"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://optimistmom.blogspot.com"&gt;Ruth&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mused in my first blog about 2 weeks ago how my life is often mundane.  The last two weeks have been a whirling dirvish for me.  I will elaborate more when time permits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight though, I'm heading to my 30th high school class reunion, which I am really looking forward to.  Many of my high school friends stopped to my dad's visitation on Thursday evening which was very special to me.  Also my co-workers with the &lt;a href="http://wisconsin.gov"&gt;State of WI &lt;/a&gt; stopped as did my best friend from &lt;a href="http://www.ripon.edu"&gt;Ripon College&lt;/a&gt;.  It's so hard to believe that 30 years of my life have passed as an instant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said good-bye yesterday to a father that I loved very much.  Tonight I will celebrate his life by attending a class reunion.  He was so "Joe College" and always went to his high school and college reunions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.  Life certainly has not been mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-115239721174125215?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/115239721174125215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=115239721174125215' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/115239721174125215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/115239721174125215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/07/mundane.html' title='Mundane?'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30248066.post-115126249918072924</id><published>2006-06-25T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:25:33.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay...they MADE me do it....</title><content type='html'>Greetings fellow bloggers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sibling, Ruth Anne, created a blog a few years ago. I have read her posts with much interest to find out what's going on in her world in NC. You can &lt;a href="http://optimistmom.blogspot.com"&gt;view her blog &lt;/a&gt;if you'd like. It tells of the lives and times of the Adams family. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibling Paul (my only brother) decided to start one a couple weeks' ago and you can &lt;a href="http://gerophoto.blogspot.com"&gt;follow&lt;/a&gt; his life there in CA. I have two siblings on either coast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone was &lt;a href="http://milliondollarymary.blogspot.com"&gt;Milliondollar Mary&lt;/a&gt;...(that still cracks me up)....who is my other sister that lives very close to me...she got on the bandwagon, too. Mary lives in Beaverville, WI (oops...Beaver Dam...home of 15,000 busy beavers....) with her husband, Scott and two kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...Ruth asked me when I was gonna do this and I said...my life isn't all that exciting. Paul and Mary said that I should...cuz ya never know who I might help out.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore....I decide..what the heck...just become a blogger....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...here I am....I truly have gone to the dogs...Gordon Setters that is. I have raised and shown them for almost 25 years now. I handle dogs for clients and have had much success at doing that. If you're interested, you can &lt;a href="http://www.gorsetr.com"&gt;visit my dog web site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2003, I separated from  and eventually divorced my ex-husband of 22 + years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work as an IT professional for the State of WI and shortly after my divorce, the wonderful governor of this state (don't blame me...I did NOT vote for the man nor will I vote for him in November 2006) cut my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain and simple I was a victim of politics at its finest. Because 17% of my job was working on Microsoft Exchange Server as an e-mail administrator, the agency I worked for opted to cut 100% of it. The end date: June 30, 2006. I worked very hard to be as pro-active as I could to find another job and to keep my skill set up. My mom helped me go to a training for Computer Forensics and I love that aspect of IT. It's going to be so important in the next 3-7 years to protect PCs and computer systems from computer scum who seek to cripple business and government systems. I always remember wanting to be a private eye and this way I can do that and be a computer geekette too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April 2006 I took a job with another state agency. Not my dream job, but a job that's not going to be cut. I am actively seeking another job that's closer to my home and not clear on the west side of Madison. But for now...it pays the bills....can't complain...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own a home in rural Wisconsin and am part of the commuting crowd.  My next goal....either remodel or rebuild on my land. This will be the most frustrating thing I have undertaken. Stayed tuned as I try to figure this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....lastly...have you ever tried to date at 48? Let me tell ya...it's surely not pretty. I have my dog show friends and my family laughing at my dating antics. I gotta tell ya....being a 48-year old teen is not as much fun as you'd think it'd be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..that's a bit about me.....thanks siblings for making me do it...perhaps it really will help to better see where I'm at and where I want to go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until...later...it's time to bathe another dog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30248066-115126249918072924?l=gorsetr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/feeds/115126249918072924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30248066&amp;postID=115126249918072924' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/115126249918072924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30248066/posts/default/115126249918072924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gorsetr.blogspot.com/2006/06/okaythey-made-me-do-it.html' title='Okay...they MADE me do it....'/><author><name>Peggy Gero DaValt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13430495527275102954</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://www.gorsetr.com/PeggyKid.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
