Esther Cleona Holtzinger – Mom and Grandma Extraordinaire.
Many of you know and have heard of my grandfather, John Edward “Ted” Holtzinger. A successful Altoona businessman, publisher, writer, developer, farmer. The list goes on and on of his many accomplishments in life, but what about the woman who sat beside him? Continue reading
If there is one word that comes to mind year after year, that one word to describe what has occurred over the last 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours…is the word CHANGE.
Change is scary … it’s the fear of the unknown, fear that the outcomes of change will create instability in the stable life we think we have at that moment. Yet, while our fears of change consume us, they also paralyze us from thinking about the new opportunities change will bring to us or that the changes we face will open our paths to something richer, brighter, better than that of the past. And, sure change could bring something we do not want to face, yet even in the darkest of change comes opportunity to grow, learn, and sometimes the need to say goodbye.
Today started out as any typical day starts for me. Awake, feed the cats, shower, get dressed, stop at Dunkin’ Donuts for my daily iced tea pick me up, get into work and begin my work day. Then at 10:30am it was time to log off the computer and head to DuBois for a client lunch meeting, but before I could leave town, I would need to gas up the 4Runner. So on my way out of town, I stopped at the local gas station that pumps gas for you. It was raining, and I didn’t feel like getting out of the car to pump it myself.
After the attendant finishes pumping the gas, I hand him my debit card to pay. Like any other time, I don’t put my debit card back in my purse, but rather sit it in the ashtray area of my console to put back in my purse when I get to DuBois. Generally, my purse sits next to me, but this time I had a passenger, so my purse was in the back, and I didn’t feel like reaching around to get my wallet to replace the card in it.
For those of you who don’t know me well, I have a real soft spot for animals. Especially innocent kittens. Over the last four years, my husband and I have fed, fostered, adopted, loved, found homes for more than a half dozen litters of feral cats. What started as innocently feeding a roaming cat on our front porch in the middle of winter, turned out to be a circus of love and me being dubbed as “the crazy cat lady.” But that’s ok, I’ll own up to it, because I am in fact crazy…crazy finding ways to get these cats all good and loving homes without me going into debt.
This is the scene outside my back door today. It’s been snowing since early this morning with no sign of letting up yet this evening. March really is coming in like a lion…
On a Cold Winter’s Day – Sunday, March 1, 2015
Most who know me, know what type of product junkie I am…whether it’s the latest lip gloss, hair gel or nail polish, I can never walk through the big box store or local drug store without passing by the beauty aisles and grabbing something new to try. My main obsession seems to be with lipsticks in particular, although I do seem to have a rather large collection of nail polishes, which is ironic because I get my nails done bi-weekly. (Please, don’t judge me….LOL)