Please help my friend become the new face of Reebok One

Please help our friend and business neighbor, Rocky Piwko,  in his quest to become the new face of Reebok One. He has made it to the top 12 and now he needs our votes to push him to the top 4 and hopefully on to win! You can vote daily! Here is the link to vote:

Make sure and read his story and watch his video. If you have never met Rocky Piwko – Sngl_Handedly​ – Rocky Piwko​ then you have missed out on meeting an awesome person and an inspiration to all he meets. You should also stop by his Crossfit Box at 4040 Chapel Hill Road in Douglasville to meet him. While you’re there you can walk 2 doors down and eat with us!


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A Kia Full of Surprises

The last time I posted in my blog was a couple of weeks before my dad passed away. I had written a poem about him (it should be the previous posting to this one) while he was sick and then when he died, I just haven’t been able to bring myself to write anymore. I have felt stifled. Today, I had a little experience that brightened an otherwise dreary day for me.
Mama and daddy May 2010
After driving my Daddy’s Kia Sportage for over a year now, I FINALLY was able to access the back through the hatch thanks to Mr. Clark at Clark’s Transmissions! THANK YOU! Anyway it was way too hard to thoroughly go through or try to in any way organize the back end while leaning over the back seat and the back has only been opened once since I had for a very brief time which is when I found the “treat” I like to think my daddy left me, a bottle of his homemade wine in a paper grocery bag with a little stack of those 2 oz Dixie cups which I’m sure he used to give people a sample of his “recipe”. Thank you Daddy, it was delicious and like you, I shared!

Dad - Shine

Kia broken latch

Kia open

I’ve always known my daddy was an amazing man, I just never realized quite how prepared he was at all times for anything that might happen. This is a list of things I have found thus far in said Kia: The quart Miller High Life bottle filled with his homemade wine, stack of 2 oz Dixie cups, 2 pairs of sunglasses, disposable (picnic style) salt and pepper shakers (I am sure for his beer, which he liked to “spike” with tomato or Clamato juice), a fork (probably for those little Vienna sausages he loved to eat and would stop at Russell’s store and pick up to eat while he was out at the garden or out in the woods), numerous packets of seeds (flower and vegetable), a brown paper bag containing sinkers and fishing lures, 2 pocket knives, a koozie (for said Miller that he liked to drink), 4 different sets of gardening gloves, 3 different lengths of towing chains complete with the towing hooks, a can of motor oil, a can of brake fluid, a can of WD-40 (cause you NEVER know when you might need that), a can of Rustoleum (that one I couldn’t figure out), a buttload of plastic grocery bags (buttload is an official measuring unit measuring between a pound and a ton) which he used to fill with his home grown veggies and distribute to his friends and neighbors who were no longer able to garden or who he felt needed a little fresh home grown love, 2 umbrellas – one folding and one large golf type umbrella, an untold number of tools (wrenches, pliers, vice grips, screwdrivers, and metric wrenches), a spool of wire, twine, a rope, battery cables, a windshield wiper (pretty sure it probably went to the back window because it didn’t have one when I started driving it, which I didn’t notice until I went to use it one day… oops), a fitted sheet(?), garbage bags, a mini trowel and a mini hoe, and I think most ingenious (and maybe most disturbing, lol) not one, but TWO different sized hatchets! My daddy should have been a boy scout leader!

Kia bucket of treasures

There was also a little yellow tackle box in the back of it when I first got in it but my husband made me leave it at my moms and now no one knows what happened to it. I never got to go through it because we were getting ready to leave to head back to GA when my husband told me to leave it on the porch since neither of us fishes and he thought maybe one of the relative might need it to go fishing at the quarry when they visit. It is the one BIG regret I have about my dad’s stuff. A seemingly innocuous little tackle box that could have been so important. I would not have given it another thought except for the fact that the last time we stayed in Savannah I just happened to have breakfast with this lady (who just happened to be a medium, not that I have ever believed in that kind of stuff before) who asked me if I had a little yellow box that used to belong to my dad. I automatically replied no and then after a few seconds the sight of that little yellow tackle box sprang into my brain. I told her that I DID have it but had left it in VA. She told me that my dad told her there was something in that box that was for me, that I was MEANT to see, that I NEEDED to see. When I went back to VA, the box has disappeared. I have NO IDEA where it is because my cousins, brother in law and nephews have thoroughly cleaned and reorganized everything about that porch and shed. I really wish I had that tackle box. There may not have been anything in it, but, there MAY have been. OH, the possibilities!

My beautiful picture

Thank you, Daddy, for all the “presents” I got to go through this morning. Every item I picked up and touched, I could see him using and I could see why he had it with him. It (the Kia’s back end) was like his ”purse”. He went everywhere in that Kia. He used it for gardening, visiting, shopping, going to church, going out in the woods. He was a little pack rat BUT… you never know when you MIGHT need some of that stuff! I miss my daddy so much. What an incredible man he was!

carter family - relay 1

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Ode to my father

My dad as a young man

My dad as a young man

The mighty oak stands tall against the low slung evening sun
Standing as tall as it can, stoic, gathering strength from its nourishing roots
A root base that has supported it for well over half a century
The oak itself has stood for over ¾ of a century
Gathering sustenance to remain a force to reckon with
It has withstood the test of time and an onslaught of storms and strife
Struck by lightning time and again but continuing to hold its mighty branches aloft
These branches at one time were once impossibly strong, just as the oak’s base
They now are beginning to wither with age and blight
Many generations of children have played amongst those mighty branches
Gaily laughing, chasing, joyous and unshakable in their knowledge that it would always be there
Generations of young men and women have gathered at its imperious base
Rapt in the telling of tales, drinking of spirits and regaling in its wisdom
Gathering all the knowledge it has to dispense
It has weathered many a storm in its lifetime
Its acorns and seeds have fallen to the ground
Some to be taken aloft by the wind to land in distant places
Taking root and growing mighty in their own right
Others have grown to maturity only to be felled before their time
Themselves a victim of the blight
Still others have failed to gain the nourishment to grow to their full maturity
Foundering and trying to find purchase in the hardscrabble ground
Taking their strength from the mighty oak
Now the mighty giant is tired
Withered by years of battling ferocious storms
hit time and again by lightening,
Fighting off blight as it fights for its life
The blight is unfortunately winning this battle
Settling into its roots, threatening to fell it
But still it stands
Too proud to give up its fight
Too stubborn to let it win
Time and again the blight attacks
And still it stands
Not as mighty and strong as it once was
Yet still it stands
Still it stands


My mom and dad at the relay. Aren't they adorable?

My mom and dad at the relay. Aren’t they adorable?

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Wordless Wednesday




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Savoring Savannah

I’m back in Savannah for a few days and thought I’d throw this deal out for y’all while I am here.  The Dresser Palmer House has a fantastic deal out on Liivng Social right now.  Here’s the link:

Basically you get a room for two nights for $229.  You can upgrade to one of the nicer rooms for just a little more.  You can also circumvent having to do the whole joining Living Social thing by calling the Inn directly at 912-238-3294 and speaking with Don or Kolen and telling them you want the Living Social deal.  It’s a great destination for 2 days or a week!  You can double down and stay 4 days for basically the price of two!

While I was here of course I HAD to go by Motorini of Savannah  ( or their facebook page: to see what was new to go along with my little pink Vespa!

pink vespaSO…. I got me a new helmet!  What do you think?

new flower helmetI guess that now, since I WILL have a crown on (the back of) my head that I can officially be called “Princess Peggy”!  Y’all have fun out there and BE SAFE!



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Milktruck and Kitty Bob

So sorry I’ve been so lax about posting but running a restaurant has taken ALL my spare time and time that wasn’t spare so it’s catch as catch can.  So much has happened over the last year but I don’t really have time to write about that right now.  I just wanted to recap on the last few weeks with our kitties.


The last six months or so we’ve had this stray little bob tailed cat hanging out around the house and I’ve been feeding him and even named him Kitty Bob.  I know I am VERY original.  Anyway,   it got to the point where I think the whole neighborhood was feeding him and he’d come by just to get a cuddle.  He would jump up and sit in my lap before he’d even eat. We’d only see him maybe once or twice a week and sometimes only once every two weeks as he made his rounds in the neighborhood.  He looked just like our Hellboy except with no tail and a little smaller.

Kitty Bob

Kitty Bob


Unfortunately, he got hit by a car a couple of weeks ago right outside our neighborhood.  It broke my heart.  Then, I think it was Monday morning, or maybe Tuesday, Dwight called me on his way to work and asked me if Milktruck was home and I told him no and he said he thought she had been hit by a car going out the subdivision the other way.  He asked me to go by and check so I threw on my clothes and jumped in the car and drove over and the car was definitely dead but it didn’t really look like Milktruck.  This cat looked like it had a small spot of orange at the base of it’s tail but other than that it looked just like her.  I called him and told him I didn’t think it was her.


What further made me think it wasn’t was that last week one day on the way home to check on Chorizo I saw a cat that looked just like Milktruck at the front of the subdivision (at the entrance) and I stopped the car and rolled down the window and yelled at her to get her butt home, she was too far away from home, as the cat turned at looked at me and then ran off in the other direction away from our house and it looked like it had a little orange spot on the base of it’s tail.  When I got home, Milktruck was at the house and there was no way she could have beaten me home.  So, when I saw this cat I reminded Dwight about that cat.  He was still convinced it was her.


Well, all that day she didn’t come home and all the next day she didn’t come home so when Dwight got home from the restaurant on Wednesday night he got a shovel and went and scraped what was left of the kitty off the road and buried it on the hill behind our house.  He said Milktruck was a great mommy cat and she deserved a proper burial.  He even started to convince me that it WAS Milktruck!




Last night our area got BLASTED with horrible storms.  Dwight went home a couple of hours before me and I closed up and had to take one of our employees home.  I pulled in the driveway and through the pouring rain I see this little gray soaking wet kitty huddled under the edge of Dwight’s truck…. It was Milktruck!  I’ve never been so happy to grab up a soaking wet mass of fur in my life.  Poor baby was soaked and starving.  I ran inside with her and called to Dwight to come in the kitchen I had a surprise for him.   He was beside himself!  He looked shocked at first (like he’d seen a ghost!) then he said  “She’s back from the dead?”   Had to laugh at that one.


So… the GREAT news is that Milktruck is home safe and sound…. The bad/weird news is that we have some random stray kitty buried on the hill behind our house.  I guess that is good news that it got a proper burial even if we don’t know who the cat was.


We also have a new kitty we are “fostering” for the Humane Society for the next few weeks.  The only problem is… I don’t know how we are gonna give her back when it’s time…. Meet Jetta:

Jetta Kitty

Jetta Kitty

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Background



This week’s photo challenge was to take a picture with yourself in the background. This was totally by accident but when I saw it I decided to use it.  We were voted the #1 place to go for lunch by the readers of our local newspaper (The Douglas County Sentinel) and although the official list of winners won’t be announced until Sunday’s edition they gave us our banner to go ahead and put up now!  I am so proud that we won this the first year of business!  Thanks to all our loyal customers and to Douglas County!

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