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A week generating lots of little smiles

November 4, 2012
By JANICE R. KIASKI - Herald-Star community editor ( , The Herald-Star

The final week of October was a week that brought me many little smiles.

That's not to say I don't find occasion to grin during other weeks of the year, but for some reason, I found myself smiling a lot this past week for different reasons and making note of it so I figured, hey, why not share all this in today's Sunday spot.

So, without further adieu, here are some things that made me smile in recent days.

In my buggy were 12 dozen doughnuts, all different kinds, all of them peeking through those little windows in all their glorious glazy gooiness. Ummmm.

I sensed an unspoken "Gee, this lady is buying 12 dozen doughnuts" as the clerk processed my order. What an appetite. What a pig.

In my defense, I was buying a pumpkin, too finally. It was Halloween after all.

But there were those 12 dozen doughnuts. One hundred and forty-four round delights. Not exactly the makings of a model food pyramid.

I smiled to myself just the same. I think that clerk figured something was up. Either I was going off the diet big time or having a lot of people over for dinner.

And I smiled.

This is because 2012, for some reason, has been the year I have finally learned to eat honeydew and watermelon, two fruits I have always turned my nose up at before. What made my taste buds change their honeydew and watermelon bad attitudes I don't know. I just started eating them and liking them. Does that elevate me to adulthood? I hope not.

Better Half also always makes me smile when we go places, and he has more trouble than I do remembering peoples' names. It's tough sometimes, I'll grant you.

We went out to an event last weekend, for example, and I had to smile when he called a Sippy a Tippy and a Joe a John.

Close, but no cigar, but we all got along.

But what an amazing feeling to stand in a field and have your horse come to you when you whistle and call her name.

"Here Coffee girl," I holler. "Cup of coffee."

That's a real rush when she comes to me, and acknowledges me as her human. Yeehaw!

Doughnuts for everyone on my list this year!

(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at

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