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Thursday, June 29, 2006


I found these pictures in an e-mail today and thought I'd share them. Incase you can't see it, a tiny fawn has come to visit.
I don't know where these pictures were taken.
When the horses wandered away, the doe came for her brave infant.
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006


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Sunday, June 25, 2006


This was taken a few weeks ago at my great granddaughter's 8th birthday. (Julia is in the pink skirt)
I would like to know what the gigantic leafed plant behind her is called.
I thought it was Elephant Ear, because of the size and shape, however I found a completely different plant when I looked up "Elephant Ear" on the Internet.
Can anyone out there help me?
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Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Mother's Day Rose

A few years ago, my son took me out for Pizza on Mother's day. The Pizza Parlor was giving all the mothers a red rose.
After my son left that day, I chopped the flower blossom off the stem, cut about one inch from the base of the stem, and dipped it in water, then in rooting hormone. I planted it behind my house where the soil stays damp and there is no direct sun, making sure it never dried out.
The next spring, it leafed out nicely, and grew to about eighteen inches tall.

It's second year I transplanted it into my rose garden, and look what I got.
This is a very fragrant rose, a little fruity but with the deep rose scent we all love so well.
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Sunday, June 18, 2006


To all the dad's and also to the many grandpa's who have been placed in the father role, and are raising their grandchildren.

And to the many fathers who have chosen to 'dump' their children in order to please their 'free spirit,' I pray the 'Holy Spirit' of Almighty God grabs hold of you, tenderizes your selfish heart, and causes you to fall so deeply in love with your children, that your selfishness is totally dissolved.
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Friday, June 16, 2006


I love old vacant homes. I can't explain how they make me feel. It's something deeper than words can express. A feeling that is part of my soul.

I can imagine the family who lived there. I visualize the father, in the fields, working from sun-up to sundown. I see the mother shoving wood into her cook stove, wiping her hands on her apron and punching down the bread dough rising in the blue enamel pan.
I see the children running in the large yard, tall grass whipping at their legs, shooting marbles in the powdery dirt, and climbing trees. I see the clothes hanging on the line, long pant legs waving joyfully in the gentle wind as the baby's diapers flutter like a flock of white doves.

In the country here, many times the farmers don't tear or burn down the old farm homes. They build new ones close by, and they allow the dear old family homes decompose according to the years and the elements.
They show honor and respect for the shelter and warmth she has provided her family.
These old homes were generally well built and can remain standing for many years.

But I think that sometimes, in the cool of the evening when the sun begins to fade, if we wait at the end of the long lane leading to the old place, and we listen carefully, we can still hear the voices of her family.
Mother calls, "come children, time for bed." Then the laughing of the children as they plead for just ten more minutes, and the squeals as one more game of hide and seek is begun. And eventually father's gruff voice calls and then, silence as the family sleeps.

And now when she is old and her family has grown and gone, the mice burrow into their soft nests against her walls, and the birds safely sleep in the attic.
She may be old and decrepit, most of her windows gone, and the floor rotted through, but she is still standing and sheltering life.

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Last summer Patty and I took a ride out to Ferndale, which is an old farming town about thirty minutes from my house. I took lots of pictures but this one with the old fence post half rotted away and the overgrown field is special to me.

The sun was shining hot that day and the tall dry grass shimmered golden as the breeze gently bent the tall slender stems, heavy with seed.
The swishing sound of the breeze, the crickets, and an occassional honeybee, searching for pollen, were the only sounds we heard.
This kind of silence is beautiful. It leaves a golden glow in your spirit.
It makes a memory.
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This is actually a yellow rose. I put in in Photoshop and played with it.
I wish you could enlarge it so you could see the sparkling colors of the highlights.
When I see something like this I wonder if there will be colors and fragrances, etc., in Heaven that we don't have here on earth.
I think there will be, and probably lots of flowers we have never seen before too.

Have you got your reservation made yet?
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Tuesday, June 13, 2006


Sometimes my blog tends to get a little bogged down with some of lifes more serious issues. Helen has asked for some pictures of my flower gardens which seems like the best way I know to lighten things up, so here we go.
This is my upper pond, which USED to have fish in it until a Blue Heron made that discovery. I'm sure glad that long legged cannibal doesn't like my flowers!
I call this my Patty Rose. My daughter with that name, snagged (with permission) a twig from a beautiful plant we saw as we were driving one day. I managed to get it started and it has grown quite large and blooms profusely. The incredible fragrance is a big bonus! I love Canterbury Bells. Unfortunately they are a biennial, getting the growth the first year and blooming the second. I prefer perennials but once in a while it's worth the extra fuss to have something I really enjoy. This little area was so full of color that I took a picture from inside the house as well as this one. The double yellow Hollyhocks looked good enough to eat. I called them Lemon Chiffon.
The purple Clematis , pink roses and lavender Mallow made for a lovely color combination.
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Monday, June 12, 2006


This is where I live. In a woodsy valley, high above the city below.
In five minutes I can be at the salt water, or a lake. In 25 minutes I can be at the rushing Nooksack River. Out my back door I can be in the woods, infested with snakes, raccoons, deer, cougars and probably bear too.

I am free to drive, or walk anywhere I please.
I can attend any church I choose.
I can vote for whom ever I wish.
I can go to the mall and not be afraid of being attacked by terrorists.
I can tell my President what I think and I can tell Hillary to go suck an egg.
We have freedom here in the United States Of America, because there are brave men and women who have chosen to fight for that freedom.
We also have honor.

You see I have Old Glory proudly waving from my front porch. I didn't ask my neighbors if they approve. It doesn't matter. I am free to show respect for what I believe in.
Do I worship the flag? Gosh no! I do honor her and what she stands for.

If you don't like our flag, it's ok. You have that right, but I wouldn't try urinating on it if I were you. You see we have a strange wind here. It comes off the water and would blow your urine right back at ya.

Honor our country, display your flag.

Happy Flag Day!
See post below

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Ken over at Squamata Report has an important post up. In fact he has inspired me to post my two cents worth as well.

Disrespect for our flag has been a pretty hot issue for a while now.
I don't see why there ever should have been any question.
The flag of ones country is a symbol what that country stands for
Myself, I have always though it meant FREEDOM.
Freedom to worship as I please
Freedom to own a piece of land and farm it if I choose.
Freedom from slavery.
Freedom to vote.
And many more.
(These are all reasons my ancestors left their homelands, and came to America).
Many of my forefathers went to war and died so that I can have these rights.
All the freedoms we have are God given, and backed up by the Declaration of Independence, the Bill of Rights and the Constitution.

When I was a child we always sang the song, “America” in school. Even as a six year old, when we sang the last line of the first verse, “LET FREEDOM RING.” It totally thrilled my soul. I thought it meant that when the bell rang I would have FREEDOM OF RECESS.

But I also remembered this song being sung when we heard that the war was over, as my family and neighbors gathered outside their homes, laughing and crying, shouting and singing. I knew then, without a doubt that it was an honorable song.

I learned a new kind of reverence as my teacher taught us the pledge of allegiance, standing with our hand over our heart. She was serious and there was no fooling around or you got the ruler. Her firmness added to my respect for our flag and country.

At parades and other places our flag was displayed, we ALWAYS placed our hand over our heart until it had passed. It was showing respect and allegiance. This was not unusual, it was the norm. If someone didn’t show respect for our flag, we knew they were a ‘commie.’
This may seem brash, but I do believe the first time an American flag was shown disrespect in any way, the perpetrator should have been severely disciplined as the traitor they are.

However, If burning the flag, or urinating on it is considered freedom of speech, even though it is a physical act and no spoken word did the damage, then it seems any physical act I perform can be considered freedom of speech.
Hmmmm, so does that mean I can legally go slap the stuffing out of the ACLU members, or urinate on them?
Or, does that mean that the terrorist acts we are seeing are also legal, and considered ‘freedom of speech? I think you get my drift.

Our country’s leaders have forgotten a important word. “UNITED.” When they begin to dissect the constitution of the United States of America, and allow each individual state make their own ‘amendments’ to our Constitution, we are no longer united. We have simply become States of America.
Isn’t there something important about being united?
In the New Testament of the Holy Bible Luke 11:17…Every kingdom divided against itself is brought to desolation; and a house divided against a house falleth.
Abraham Lincoln Quoted this verse in his House Divided Speech.


Good Poem

I don't know how long this has been around, but I saw it for the first time today and believe it deserves sharing.

The following is a poem written by Judge Roy Moore from Alabama.
Judge Moore was sued by the ACLU for displaying the Ten Commandments in his courtroom foyer. He has been stripped of his judgeship and now they are trying to strip his right to practice law in Alabama. The judge's poem sums it up quite well

"America the Beautiful, or so you used to be.
Land of the Pilgrims' pride; I'm glad they'll never see.
Babies piled in dumpsters, abortion on demand,
Oh, sweet land of liberty; your house is on the sand.

Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine,
Choosing to indulge their lusts, when God has said abstain.
From sea to shining sea, our Nation turns away
From the teaching of God's love and a need to always pray.

We've kept God in our temples, how callous we have grown.
When earth is but His footstool, and Heaven is His throne.
We've voted in a government that's rotting at the core,
Appointing Godless Judges, who throw reason out the door,

Too soft to place a killer in a well deserved tomb,
But brave enough to kill a baby before he leaves the womb.
You think that God's not angry, that our land's a moral slum?
How much longer will He wait before His judgment comes?

How are we to face our God, from Whom we cannot hide?
What then is left for us to do, but stem this evil tide?
If we who are His children, will humbly turn and pray;
Seek His holy face and mend our evil way:

Then God will hear from Heaven and forgive us of our sins,
He'll heal our sickly land and those who live within.
But, America the Beautiful, if you don't - then you will see,
A sad but Holy God withdraw His hand from Thee.

~Judge Roy Moore
Let's lift Judge Moore up in prayer. He has stood firm and needs our support.

Friday, June 09, 2006


More misinformation from the book I previously mentioned:

1. All food eaten while standing has no calories. Exactly why is not clear, but the current theory relates to gravity. The calories apparently bypass the stomach flowing directly down the legs, and through the soles of the feet into the floor, like electricity. Walking appears to accelerate this process, so that an ice cream bar or hot dog eaten at the state fair actually has a calorie deficit.

2. Anything eaten in front of the TV has no calories. This may have something to do with the radiation leakage, which negates not only the calories in the food but all recollections of having eaten it.

3. Pies and cakes should be cut neatly, in even wedges or slices. If not, the responsibility falls on the person putting them away to 'straighten up the edges' by slicing away the offending irregularities, which have no calories when eaten.

4. If you drink a diet soda while eating a candy bar, they cancel each other out.

5. If you have a glass of punch in your left hand, anything eaten with the other hand has no calories. Several principals are at work here. First of all, you're probably standing up at a wedding reception, (see #1) then there's the electronic field: A wet glass in one hand forms a negative charge to reverse the polarity of the calories attracted to the other hand. It's not quite known how it works, but it's reversable if you're left handed.


A friend in Canada sent me this. She didn't find it on TruthorFiction so It may be true.
"A woman was sitting beside her daughter Kylin, and her daughters friend while the little girls were having the candy in the picture, which you spray into your mouth. This one is called "BIG MOUTH CANDY SPRAY' AND SAYS 'SOUR' AT THE TOP. This one is sour green apple but there are other flavors.

The kids wondered what it would be like if they took the top off and had a sip instead of spraying it.
(This is a very typical thing for a kid to do. The FDA knows it.)

Kylin began gasping for air and was not breathing. She was having Laryngospasm, which is a 'sudden, accute spasm of the vocal cords (and epiglottis)' that can result in occlusion of the airway and death.
Kylin's airways closed and for a time she was not able to breathe. An ambulance was called, and she was able to breathe again but it took two hours before her throat was back to normal.

There are other brands of this type of candy. I don't know if they all have the same hazzards. I'd play it safe and not allow the children to buy any of it. Make sure they know the danger.

I have always been amazed at how many poisonous and or dangerous items the FDA allows on the grocery shelves.
It's all about the bucks!

If only all the candy makers could be as conscientious as the makers of Lifesavers, who deliberately make a hole in the center of their hard candies incase one is stuck in the airway.
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Wednesday, June 07, 2006


Copyright 1992, this book has been shuffled around my house from room to room for several years. It finally picked it up today.
The author writes about the miseries of dieting and adds a poem by the late Victor Buono. I hope it makes you smile as it did me.

"Lord my soul is ripped with riot,
Incited by my wicked diet.
"We are what we eat," said a wise old man.
Lord if that's true, I'm a garbage can.

I want to rise on judgement day, thats plain,
But at my present weight I'll need a crane.
So grant me strength that I may not fall
Into the clutches of cholesterol.

My flesh with carrot curls be sated,
That my soul may be polyunsaturated.
And show me the light that I may bear witness
To the president's council on physical fitness.

And Oleo margerine I'll never mutter,
The road to hell is spread with butter.
And cream is cursed, and cake is awful,
And Satan is hiding in every waffle.

Mephistopheles lurks in provolone,
The devil is in each slice of bologna.
Beezlebub is a chocolate drop
And Lucifer is a lollypop.

Give me this day, my daily slice
But cut it thin and toast it twice.
I beg upon my dimpled knees,
Deliver me from Ju Jubees.

And when my days of trial are done,
And my war with malted milk is won
Let me stand with the saints in heaven,
In a shining robe size thirty-seven!

I can do it, Lord, if you'll show to me
The virtues of lettuce and celery
If you'll teach me the evils of mayonnaise
The sinfulness of Hollandaise

And Pasta Milanese
And potatoes a la Lyonnaise,
And crisp fried chicken from the South.
Lord, if you love me, SHUT MY MOUTH!

Next post will cover CALORIES THAT DON'T COUNT.
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Tuesday, June 06, 2006


Driving to town yesterday I noticed this strangely decorated tree in a front yard.
Maybe he just got fed up with all the broken electronic's in the garage, or perhaps it is a new art form.
My cousin thinks he got really mad at his computer.
Whatever the reason, it sure makes an interesting picture.
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Thanks to everyone who tried to find the 1955 movie, Many Rivers To Cross, for me. My niece Teresa and Jim both found it on E-bay.
I ordered my DVD today and wish you could all come watch it with me.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Dear God:
Why didn't you save the school children at :
Moses Lake, Washington 2/2/96
Bethel, Alaska 2/19/97
Pearl, Mississippi 10/1/97
West Paducah, Kentucky 12/1/97
Stamp, Arkansas 12/15/97
Jonesboro, Arkansas 3/24/98
Edinboro, Pennsylvania 4/24/98
Fayetteville, Tennessee 5/19/98
Springfield, Oregon 5/21/98
Richmond, Virginia 6/15/98
Littleton, Colorado 4/20/99
Taber, Alberta, Canada 5/28/99
Conyers, Georgia 5/20/99
Deming, New Mexico 11/19/99
Fort Gibson, Oklahoma 12/6/99
Santee, California 3/ 5/01
andEl Cajon, California 3/22/01?
Concerned Student---------------------------
Dear Concerned Student:
I am not allowed in schools.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

DVD or Video Wanted

I have been searching for a 1955 movie called "MANY RIVERS TO CROSS' with Robert Taylor and Eleanor Parker.
If anyone knows where I can get a copy, please let me know. I have been told it is not on DVD or Video, but someone may have made a copy from TV.
I realize it is against the law to sell home copys, so I won't buy it, but I will make a 'donation' to you for being so nice.
I think that is legal. :)

Saturday, June 03, 2006

This has been going around in e-mails.
there were a few more words which I removed, without changing the meaning.
It certainly says it all!
Is this the United States Of America or The United States Of Mexico?
In Mexico do they press 1 for Spanish?
And another thing.................
I'm hearing that they are saying that we stole the USA from them. We all know that is not true, but if it had been theirs to begin with, maybe we should have taken it from them since they made such a rotten mess of Mexico that they are running to our good old USA by the hoards!

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Thursday, June 01, 2006


Columbine is the common name for the genus Aquilegia, a perennial belonging to the buttercup family. They can grow 2-3' tall, and as you can see are a very pretty flower.
I started with two, one pale pink and one purple. Now I have every shade in between because they cross polinate and produce many delightful surprises. They are easy to grow and re-seed beautifully.

This Iris was a pleasant surprise in my garden.
I am one of the gardners who buys bulbs and tubers, roots and seeds, plant them then forget about them. Eventually they grow and bloom, as did this gorgeous Iris.
Looks good enough to eat!
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