Holy Tornado

To see the soul of your comrade listen carefully to his music.

Sunday, November 27, 2005


I found this recipe called Gobs, several years ago and made it for the grandkids. They loved them. I recently saw a recipe for Whoopie Pies and found the recipes nearly identical. Gobs has less fat and no raw egg in the filling. The recipe makes a huge batch so unless you have a very large family I suggest you make half the recipe, or you can try freezing them.

2 cups sugar 1/2 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 cup shortening 1/2 teaspoon salt
2 eggs 1 cup cocoa powder
1 teaspoon vanilla 1 cup sour milk
4 cups flour 1/2 cup boiling water
2 teaspoons soda

Cream shortening, add eggs & vanilla then dry ingredients alternately with sour milk and boiling water. (to sour milk, add a few teaspoons vinegar to sweet milk and let stand about 5 minutes)
Drop by teaspoonful onto greased baking sheet and bake five to seven minutes at 400 degrees. Cool before filling.

5 Tablespoons flour 3 1/2 cups powdered sugar
1 cup milk 1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup shortening 1 teaspoon vanilla

Cook flour and milk till thick, stirring constantly to trevent scorching.
Cream together shortening, powdered sugar, salt and vanilla, then add cooled milk and flour mixture one tablespoon at a time. Beat until fluffy and fill Gobs.

It might be fun to experiment with chopped maraschino Cherrys in the filling or crushed peppermint candies or heath bars or gummy worms for the kids. Just have fun and get the kids involved. Make a memory.
Happy Holiday Baking!


1 cup kind deeds
1 cup consideration
2 cups sacrifice
3 cups forgiveness
2 cups well-beaten faults
Mix these thoroughly and add tears of joy and sorrow and sympathy. Flavor with little gifts of love. Fold in 4 cups of prayer and faith to lighten other ingredients, and raise the texture to great heights of Christian living.
author unknown


It's wondrous what a hug can do, a hug can cheer you when youre blue.
A hug can say "I love you so," or "Gee I hate to see you go."
A hug is "Welcome back again!" and "great to see you!" or "Where've you been?"

A hug can soothe a child's pain and bring a rainbow after rain.
The hug! There's just no doubt about it, we could scarcely survive without it.
A hug delights and warms and charms, it must be why God gave us arms.
Hugs are great for mothers and fathers, sweet for sisters, swell for brothers,
And chances are some favorite aunts love them more than potted plants.

Kittens crave them, Puppies love them, Heads of state are not above them,
A hug can break the language barrier, and make the dullest day seem merrier.
No need to fret about the store of 'em, The more you give the more there are of 'em.
So stretch those arms without delay and give someone a hug today!
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Monday, November 21, 2005

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I started painting this mountain picture during my mother’s struggle with Alzheimer’s.
I had left the painting out for several weeks, to finish but was not able to see more than the mountain.
Then the horrible phone call came and within a few days mom was gone.
I put the painting away then, but pulled it out many times over the past four years planning to ‘finish’ it, but I was never able to. I couldn’t even pick up a brush.

It has been four years, four months and 26 days since mother passed away.
As I talked with my daughter Patty-Jo tonight, she suggested there might be a connection between the painting and Mom’s death. As we talked, I realized it was true and that I had painted the mountain I was facing during mom’s illness. I couldn’t finish because there was nothing more to paint. Just a barren mountain with nothing in front or behind it. Many hillocks and valleys but basically a huge mountain range.
Maybe now I can see past the mountain.


A rather abstract view of my mountain concerning my Mother’s illness

I am convinced that every life has mountains we must climb.
Some are simply slanted hillock’s, easy to maneuver and throughout the climb, we can enjoy the scenery.

Others are a bit larger and take more concentration. We do not see as many of the wild flowers along the way or the fluffy, white clouds lazily drifting through endless blue sky, but focus our attention on the chore at hand, one foot after the other. We frequently glance to the top of the hill to measure our progress or as the case may be, our lack of it.

Then, occasionally in every life there looms before us the monster mountain. We can see the foothills and the mountainside but we cannot see the mountian top. It is unfathomable. Or is it that I don’t want to see? We only know it is our own personal mountain and we must climb.

I searched the base for a place to begin but there was none. There are no smooth trails to follow but the rocky ground is covered with brambles and thorns, slimy dark pools of stagnant water, rocky cliffs and many unknown beasts of prey, watching my pitiful efforts, waiting.

It takes time for me to gather some semblance of bravery and determination, and then with abandonment I have never possessed, I smash down the brambles with my feet, and begin in blind faith, knowing I may not make it to the top. Knowing I may be sorry if I do, knowing only that I must climb.

The sharp, angry thorns reach out and attack me, my arms and legs, my torso, no part of my body is spared form their viciousness. The pain at first sharp, then slowly seems to abate as new pain takes its place.
The sloughs and bogs are before me. I step into the pools of filthy water slowly; testing the depth, then slog through, slipping on the slimy rocks beneath. I fall many times and become covered with the fetid slime, but rise and continue.
I must climb the mountain.

When I reach the base of the rocky cliffs, they look impossible. The sheer rock seeming to have no foot or hand holds. Not a shrub to cling to or a ledge to rest. But I go on, driven by necessity. One foot before the other, I inch my way to what I hope is completion of this hateful task, but it seems never ending. I tire, my body aches at every joint, and my brain is twisted into a mass of exhausted, confused pain.

The Mountain looms like a threatening, barren beast, laughing down at me as I lose footing and slide back, digging my fingernails and feet into the stone, searching for a place, any place to hold onto.
And when I think I cannot go on, I see the white gleaming of a snowy peak at the crest of the cliff, and my strength is renewed. I find hope in the promise and with an unknown fortitude I struggle on.

At the top of the cliff I can plainly see the mountaintop, but there are still many obstacles to maneuver. I rise and continue. Slowly trudging my way, knowing it is not even a choice, but necessity. I go on.
After years, and days of labor, bone weary, and not even much caring that I have made it, only that it is finally over, I stand at the cold snowy mountain peak, icy wind blowing around me, alone, and spent. There is no feeling of accomplishment or joy, but a desolation, a sence of finality and ending.

I ask, “Why did I have to climb this mountain?
Then on the voice of the wind I hear Him.
“Well done my child, well done.”

Life is mountains and valleys. He, the Lord of all, dwells in all places, and walks with us. He holds our hand and lifts us from the filthy pools of life. He pulls us from the thorny brambles and heals our wounds. He gives us a boost up the rocky cliffs and stands with his arms open to receive us when we fall from the weary climb.

He is with us always. But being the humans we are, too often we focus on the mountaintop and fail to see the one who walks beside us. Our rescuer and our savior.

So why did I have to climb this mountain?
Mountains are life. It was mine to climb.
What have I learned?
The pain was horrible, but I was not alone.
Without mountains and valleys I would never need Him, thus would never know Him. That would be the saddest of all.

Friday, November 18, 2005


I want to appologize for the porn site that showed up in my links on the 14th.
When my daughter, Patty-Jo, shut down her blog, a porn site took over her blogspot, so their link replaced hers in my family links column. I was horrified when I found it yesterday, and deleted it as fast as I could.
I didn't know that could happen, and thought someone else may not know either, so am sharing so you can be prepared.
I think we need to frequently check our links for things like this.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


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My Cousin sent me the following saying it is a true story.
One year at Thanksgiving my mom went to my sister's house for the traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the store.
When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven, removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, and inserted it into the turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back in the oven.
When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little bird.
With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed, "Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!" At the reality of this horrifying news, my sister started to cry.
It took the family two hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!

Sunday, November 13, 2005

The Solution

A father wanted to read a magazine but was being bothered by his little girl, Shelby. She wanted to know what the United States looked like. Finally, he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which was printed the map of the country. Tearing it into small pieces, he gave it to Shelby, and said, "Go into the other room and see if you can put this together. This will show you our whole country today."

After a few minutes, Shelby returned and handed him the map correctly fitted together. The father was surprised and asked how she had finished so quickly. "Oh," she said, "on the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus. When I got all of Jesus back where He belonged, then our country just came together."

Sunday, November 06, 2005

Grand Canyon Skywalk

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The Grand Canyon Skywalk is scheduled to open on January 1, 2006 at the Hualapai Indian Reservation.
It juts out about 70 feet into the canyon, 4,000 feet above the Colorado River.
It will accommodate 120 people comfortably.
It is built with more than a million pounds of steel beams and includes dampeners that minimize the structures vibration.
It is designed to hold 72 million pounds, withstand an 8.0 magnitude earthquake 50 miles away, and withstand winds in excess of 100 mph.
It has a glass bottom and sides four inches thick.

Ken over at Squamata Report found this on Snopes. IT IS TRUE!

Friday, November 04, 2005


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My Niece Teresa sent me this tonight. It's so beautiful I have to share.
Photo by Barbara Mathews, May 14, 2005.
"The east side of the Carrizo Plain in the Temblor Range, about 50 miles due west of Bakersfield, CA

Nothing man can do could ever equal God's creations!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005


On halloween night, I opened my door to four trick-Or-Treaters, dressed as a skeleton, a pumpkin, a vampire and something totally unidentifiable. They varied in age from 8-10 years old. One, I recognized as a neighbor, through the layers of face paint.

There are no street lights at my end of the road and the night was black as coal. I could barely see the silhouetted heads of their mothers moving in the street in front of my house as they patiently stood waiting in the drizzling rain.
I dropped fistfulls of sugary treats into their bags, smiling at the little boy voice saying 'thank-you' from the mouth of a long fanged vampire.

Then just as these four brave young men turned to leave, there was a teriffic flash of lightning, and an immediate roar of thunder which caused my front deck to shake violently with the vibration.
It truly sounded as if the wrath of Almighty God had come to visit.
Ordinarily I would have felt sorry for the boys, but when I saw them run in four directions as fast as their legs could carry them. I couldn't control my laughter.

Now when I look back on that situation, I realize these little boys were out in the pitch dark, on the most spooky night of the year. And when they go to the old woman's house, there is thunder and lightning and then she laughs wickedly. I am quite certain they believe I am a horrid witch and I doubt they will come next year.
Am I sad?
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I can't stop laughing!