It seems like Oglebay Park has always been a part of my life. I came to Wheeling for the first time in May of 1983. I was working as a summer clerk for Jim Bordas. Jim owned a trailer park near West Liberty and I lived in one of the trailers until I returned to the school in the fall. Every day I drove to work on Bethany Pike, passing through Oglebay Park. It was exhilarating! The park was always lush and green. Its grounds were always perfectly manicured and it seemed like you could see for miles over the gently rolling hills. I was especially impressed by the mansion, sitting above the roadway with its majestic portico and pillars. In March, 1991, I joined Bordas & Bordas and moved to Wheeling on a fulltime basis. Oglebay Park was back in my sights. Even as we were in the process of house hunting, everybody asked us the same question: "Have you gotten your zoo pass yet?" My wife began joking that a zoo pass must be mandatory. Well, okay, maybe not mandatory, but I've come to learn that it's a very good idea to have one--especially if you have children. Through the years, our girls have been to Oglebay's zoo countless times and have also enjoyed zoo camp in the summer. We've also been able to help out newcomers to the city by sharing guest passes to the zoo to make their visit a little more enjoyable.
Displaying 1851 - 1860 of 1866 results.
As I was sitting at PNC Park on Tuesday night waiting for the first pitch of the National League Wild Card Game, a strange thing happened. All of the Pirates got & younger. Not really younger, but younger than me. I was looking at the program and not a single player was older than me. The last time that I had taken my seat for a Pirates playoff game was in 1992 as a 17-year-old senior in high school and EVERY player on the team was older than me. I paused for a moment and looked over at my dad and smiled.
Bordas & Bordas, along with WTRF7 News, is offering one lucky person a chance to win (2) tickets to see the Pittsburgh Pirates take on the St. Louis Cardinals in playoff action on Sunday, October 6. To enter, simply "like" the Bordas & Bordas Facebook page AND the WTRF 7 Facebook page . Then share the contest with your friends. Finally, text the keyword WINTIX to 22828 on your cellular phone. (Normal text messaging rates apply. Those without texting abilities can email the keyword to email@example.com). You can also follow @bordaslaw and @WTRF7News on Twitter for an additional chance to win. Terms and Conditions for the contest can be found here . Good luck and Let's Go Bucs!
All of us are survivors in some way, but we think of surviving cancer as being more difficult. Experts tell you that if you go ten years without a reoccurrence of cancer then you are really a true survivor. Well, I went ten years and then the rascal showed up again. What I have gained from this experience is that every day without treatment should be added to your tally of survivor days, something like accumulating points in life. These points should make you so grateful that you can quit worrying about reaching some special milestone like six months, or ten years. That doesn't really mean anything. What's important is that you live each day. You will hear people say, "He lost his life to cancer," and this is true of someone who focused so much on their illness that they quit living the days that they have left in this world. None of us know when our time will be up in this world. Do something good, be someone special, help others, and love. I saw this little message on the Internet and thought it was a wonderful way to live. Aspire to inspire, before you expire.
This October, I would like to remind every woman to please schedule yourself a mammogram. If you're over the age of forty it may be time to get a baseline done or earlier if you have any family history of breast cancer. Consult with your family doctor about when he/she feels you should start getting your mammograms. Men, you are not excluded from this cancer either. This year I lost my sister-in-law Liz to breast cancer. Liz had been a breast cancer survivor for about fifteen years. Here is a little of her story.
One of the favorite parts of my work week is undoubtedly each Friday when I make the trek up Route 88 to West Liberty University to record the latest episode of the Bordas and Bordas Legal Review. Each week I discuss with viewers legal issues affecting our area, our state, and our nation. It was a little over a year ago that I first hit the airwaves as the host of this weekly television program. I have to admit that despite the fact that I am rarely at a loss for words, I was pretty nervous about being the host of a TV show that would be broadcast to tens of thousands of people each day. After all, I had absolutely no experience in television, or any other form of media for that matter. However, my nerves were quickly put to ease when I met the students at West Liberty who make up the production crew. They were energetic, eager to learn, and obviously up to the task of making even a rookie look good.
One of the things that we are proud to fight for at Bordas & Bordas is the youth of our community. One aspect of this commitment is our dedication to youth sports. This is a very important commitment to me personally. Not only do my own kids participate in various athletic programs in the Ohio Valley, but I also know from my time as a Cadet at the United States Military Academy at West Point how important athletics are to the development of our young people. As General Douglas MacArthur (USMA Class of 1903) said, "Upon the fields of friendly strife are sown the seeds that on other fields on other days will bear the fruits of victory.: General MacArthur's point was that the lessons of sport, learned on the "fields of friendly strife," teach teamwork, perseverance, and discipline. Those lessons bear fruit no matter what the future holds for our children.
It's finally here! Premiere Week is one of my favorite times of the year. It's the time when I welcome back all my favorite television shows and try to embrace a few new ones. As much as I would love to say that I have an interesting and intellectually stimulating hobby, the simple fact is I love to watch TV. There are a few prime time series that I never miss but I also have to admit that I really enjoy reality television. I can't get enough of American Idol and The X Factor and as much as it embarrasses me to put it in print, I am even hooked on The Bachelor and The Bachelorette. And, of course, anyone who knows me will tell you that my absolute favorite show is Dancing with the Stars. Yes, just give me an evening with some of my favorite stars and professional dancers like Derek Hough and at least one of the Chmerkovskiy brothers, and I am one happy girl.
Not too long ago I was scrambling around my kitchen trying to wrap my head around what I still had left to do on what seemed to be a never-ending list of important tasks: make lunches, check homework, wash dishes, find the ankle brace my daughter needed for practice the next day, throw one last load of laundry in the machine, let the dogs out and clean up that big pile of mess that was once my kitchen table (because I KNOW something is there that someone will need before 8am tomorrow). It was already well after 10:00 pm and just when I was about to go into full melt-down mode, my mom casually walked into the kitchen and asked if she could help. That triggered the all-too-common 10 minute rant that I am famous for giving in my house when I'm stressed and want help but feel better yelling about not having it. These special outbursts are usually reserved for my husband, who at the time was somewhere else in the house, so I made sure I yelled loud enough for him to hear. Expecting my mom to say something to validate my feelings and maybe even tell me I should start wearing a cape and insist my kids and husband start calling me some really cool superhero name, I paused long enough for her to respond. Then she said it: "You're going to miss this". I immediately thought to myself, wait, that's it? That's all you have for me?! Isn't that a country song or something? You are a mother and wife too - back me up a little bit!
Autumn, Fall, harvest: to me this means pumpkins, apple cider and falling leaves! I love this time of year. The countryside explodes with vibrant colors of red, yellow and orange. The leaves of the trees and the temperatures begin to drop, the sun shines a little brighter, the days get shorter and the nights get longer. It's my favorite season. From the beauty of the mountains ablaze with color to the smell of apples rotting under the tree, it brings back so many good memories. After my father retired from 22 years of service in the Air Force, we settled in Mill Creek, West Virginia, to be near family. Mill Creek is a small town at the foot of Cheat Mountain in Randolph County, where you can trace heritage all the way from the first battle of the Civil War. We folks from Mill Creek like to call it - "God's country." It's one of the most beautiful places in West Virginia. There's lots of hunting and, in the winter, lots of snow. Randolph County is home to Snowshoe , Spruce Knob and Dolly Sods . God's Country!