Holy Tornado

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

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

THERE'S A NEW BLOG IN TOWN!

Ken, from Squamata Report has gifted me with a new blog.
He has worked hard and done a beautiful job, with lots of flowers and a lovely mountain banner. We are still ironing out a few wrinkles, but she's up and running.
I will try to maintain both blogs for a while but will eventually phase out The Holy Tornado.
Come on over and take a look,
http://mountainmama-new.blogspot.com
And be sure to check out Ken's blog's while your at it. He has some incredible insight concerning political issues, and shares his heart on his second blog, Carpenter's Bluff.

Friday, August 25, 2006

MY MINI AUTOBIOGRAPHY CHALLENGE

1942

The purpose of this post is so you can know me better. The challenge is for you to do a similar post so we can know you better too.

I was born January 22, 1939 in Bellingham, WA., the oldest of three
daughters. I have lived my entire life in Bellingham.
I was born into a Christian family and when I was fourteen I was Baptized into the Christian faith. In the years since then, my faith in Jehovah God has grown as he has worked miracle after miracle in my life.
In September of 1955 I married a neighbor boy. He was almost twenty , I was sixteen. To this marriage were born my greatest blessings.

Patty-Jo was born September 1956, Kathy-Sue on September 1957, I lost a baby in 1958, Cyndi-Lynn was born in 1959, Michael was born in January 1961, I lost a baby girl I named Angie in January 1962, and Shawn was born in August 1969

1969

Jerry and I separated in 1970, just after the baby's first birthday and were divorced a year later.
I married a second time about two years later and stuck it out for nine years. That marriage also ended in divorce about twenty-five years ago.
(Don't condemn me for divorce. Only God knows the circumstances)
I have not been in a relationship since then. Either I am not a good wife or I just don't know how to pick husbands!
Sometimes it's lonely, but I have my precious Lord God, my loving children and my dear little Yorkie's to hug. And there are my sweet blog friends too.

I lost my oldest son Michael, September of 1991, due to an auto accident. He left a lovely wife and three beautiful children. I miss him always, and I know we will be together again.
I have always loved plants and have a large yard full of flowers. As I have gotten older and the upkeep gets more difficult, I have been filling my back deck with several flowering plants. My latest love is Epiphyllum's (Orchid Cactus) Check them out on the Internet and you will see why.

I used to have veggie gardens and did a lot of canning and freezing, but this year I stopped and only have my green beans. I just want to have some fun now and not work so hard.

1948

I have loved photography since I was around nine, when my folks gave me my first camera. This is the very first picture I ever took. The little dolly is Betsy and she is wearing a jacket and bonnet that my mother crocheted for her. I have had many camera's since this one and have a collection of thousands of pictures to prove it.
Now I have a Fugi FinePix S602Zoom digital and oh boy am I ever having a good time!

1966

More to follow

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MY MINI AUTOBIOGRAPHY CHALLENGE PART II

Here I am today, without my glasses. My hair is actually more silver not blonde. Lighting was bad.
I like to paint with oils, and make quilts. I have always done a lot of sewing and made many of my children's and my own clothes.
I am not a hoity-toity person, I'm just a plain old gal who loves everyone, even if I don't like some of the things they do.
I am still trying to learn not to throw stones or pick the sliver from my neighbors eye. I know I have a pile of lumber in my own.

I have fought a weight problem since my first pregnancy, but am learning to love myself anyway.
I have a skin problem and skinny hair (at least something about me is skinny).
I'm a sugaraholic, especially if it comes in the form of chocolate, which partly accounts for the weight problem.

Occassionally I tend to use some unacceptable words, like when I stubbed my toe and it felt like I ripped it off.
I love Double-Bubble Bubble gum and can blow bubbles inside bubbles.
I also love soap bubbles and have some on my back deck at all times.
I wear my hair in a pony-tail when no one can see me.
My body is sixty-seven and a half years old but my spirit is still fourteen.
I have twelve grandchildren and twelve great grandchildren with two more in the oven.
I am blessed.

Well, thats about it. The facts, the descriptions and the confessions.
Now you know me a little better.
I CHALLENGE YOU to do your own mini autobiography and let us all get to know you better too.
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Thursday, August 24, 2006

REMEMBER OUR BRAVE TROOPS

Please remember and keep in your prayers
all of the brave men and women who are serving in our military.

Each time you sit down at the dinner table with your family, remember there are many tables with an empty chair. Some will be occupied again, some will not.

I urge you to pray from the very depths of your heart, not just your brain or your mouth.
When You pray for these men and women, pray as though he/she were your very own child.
Let your heart remember
The tiny infant you held to your breast, the toddler you chased endlessly, the child in school who brought you dozens of pictures, the teenager who nearly drove you nuts, and possibly the young adult who has chosen to serve in our military in order to make our world a safer place.

For each member of our military there is a parent who's heart is both breaking and also filled with pride and wonder at the incredibly unselfish child they have raised and love so well.

Dear Lord in Heaven, We ask you to walk beside our brave Troops, send your angels to do battle with them and send your Holy Spirit to give them peace, and to comfort their souls.
Father, bring them home safely to the arms of their loved ones, and Lord please especially remember your sweet Texas boy.
In Jesus name, Amen
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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

RETARDED GRANDPARENTS


(This was actually reported by a teacher)
After Christmas, a teacher asked her young pupils how they spent their holiday away from school. One child wrote the following:

We always used to spend the holidays with Grandma and Grandpa. They used to live in a big brick house but Grandpa got retarded and they moved to Florida. Now they live in a tin box and have rocks painted green to look like grass. They ride around on their bicycles and wear name tags because they don't know who they are anymore.

They go to a building called a wrecked center, but they must have got it fixed because it's ok now, and do exercises there. But they don't do them very well. There is a swimmng pool too but in it all they do is jump up and down with hats on. At their gate, there is a doll house with a little old man sitting in it. He watches all day so nobody can sneak out. They go cruising in their golf carts. Nobody there cooks, they just eat out. And they eat the same thing every night, Early Birds.

Some of the people can't get past the man in the doll house. The ones who do get out bring food back to the wrecked center and call it pot luck. My Grandma says that Grandpa worked all his life to earn his Retardment and says that I should work hard so I can be retarded someday too. When I earn my retardment, I want to be the man in the doll house. Then I will let people out so they can visit their grandchildren.

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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

INVITATION

I posted this invitiaion exactly one year ago. Itt's still good today.

"For quite some time I have thought about doing a post for the unbelievers or those who simply have not taken time to commit to Almighty God.
I realize this is a touchy subject, so have put it off. Many people say that their intelligence just won’t let them accept the idea.
They don’t understand that it takes more than intelligence to understand my God. It takes spiritual revelation.

Every one is born with a knowledge of right and wrong. The times we do wrong and feel that awful heaviness deep inside our heart, That is from the Holy Spirit of God.
You can be offended if you want to, you can quickly exit my blog because you are turned off or afraid because you are powerfully convicted, but the following words must be written.
If they help lead just one to an everlasting life it is worth the flack I may receive.

Or you can be brave, and read, not with just your eyes and brain, but invite the Holy Spirit to show you truth. It is not my responsibility to make anyone a believer in God or his son Jesus. It is only my mission to introduce you.
I am not receiving a salary and will most likely never know what decision you have made.I t is because I love you with the pure love God has given me that I want to share what I believe is true and a most incredible gift. It is so simple many overlook it, or simply don’t believe it can be true.

What if there is an omnipotent God? What if He did send His son to be a sacrifice in our place, to pay for the wrong we do? What if there is a heaven? What if there is a hell?
FACT:
God loves the drug addict unconditionally.
God loves the alcoholic unconditionally.
God loves the murder unconditionally.
God loves the rapist unconditionally.
God loves the liar, thief and fornicator unconditionally.
No matter who you are or what you have done, God loves you.

God promises a life after physical death with one condition: John 3:16 says, “For God so loved the world that he gave his only son, that WHOSOEVER BELIEVETH IN HIM shall not perish, but have everlasting life.”
Q. How can I have a life if my body is dead?
A. You are not a body. You are a spirit dwelling in a body. Your body dies, your spirit never dies.
Q. What do I have to do to accept the Lord?
A. Read about Him in the New Testament of the Bible, Especially the first book, written by John. It is only when you know someone you can choose them for your friend . Then when you are ready, ask him to come into your heart.
Q. So if I accept Jesus as my Lord and savior, do I have to be perfect the rest of my life?
A. Of course not. That is impossible. After you know Jesus you will love him and want to do what pleases Him. When we do wrong, we are sorry and ask Him to forgive us, and try to do better.
Q. How can I be sure the Bible is true?
A. Read it for yourself and ask the Lord to give you wisdom. Ask for His Holy Spirit to open your spiritual eyes to the truth.

What Have you got to lose? YOUR ETERNITY.
Please don’t put this off any longer. Make a decision soon. No one is promised tomorrow.
If you have questions, I will do my best to answer them.

Monday, August 21, 2006

THREE HILARIOUSLY SHOCKING GENERATIONS

This little sweetheart is my third daughter, miss Cyndra Ellen. When she was around three, as she is in this picture, I asked her and her two older sisters what they wanted to be when they grew up. Patty-Jo wanted to be a teacher, Kathy-Sue wanted to be a mommie and Cyndi Lynn calmly announced, I'm going to be the queen."
She was a very shy and quiet child, so when she crawled beneath my mother's kitchen table where mom and my aunt were having coffee, and bit my aunt's hand bloody and made her scream and cry, I was absolutely mortified.
When I asked Cyndi why she did that, she replied, "I don't like that lady."
It is sometimes difficult to teach our children that just because we don't like someone we don't have the right to bite them, although I have to admit there have been a few times.......
When Cyndi became the mother of a darling daughter, we saw history repeating itself.

Meet Ramblin Rose. Actually Miranda Rose. She is one of the sweetest children imaginable. However like the little girl in the poem, when she was good she was very, very good, and when she was, shall we say unusual, well,.... sometimes I laughed harder than ever! She grew up in Southern California and sometimes her parents flew her and her brother to spend summers with me in Northwest Washington.
One day when she was around four, I was in my yard, on my knees, pulling weeds. Miranda came up beside me and for a time was silent. Then she whispered, "Grandma, I think I see your brain." The dear child could see my scalp through my thinning hair. I nearly made a mudpie out of my self from laughing so hard.
Another time when she was around five, I was visiting them in California. Their mommie told them that grandma didn't have very much money so they were going to give me a wonderful time.
One evening we went out to eat and after a lovely meal, as we were exiting the restaurant, we found Miranda standing in front of the building, arms out in front of her, hands cupped, chanting, "money for the poor, money for the poor." I thought my horrified daughter was going to blow a gasket!
I am still laughing over that one.
My Cyndi is now a grandma and this little tease is her granddaughter Hailee.
One day last spring while Cyndi was bending over, pulling weeds, this precious little girl, was looking up at her grandma and saw the folds of loose skin that tend to droop as we age. She sadly announced to her "Grandma, I think you are growing another face."

Actually Cyndi is a very beautiful grandma. I will post a new picture of her soon.
I have a whole book full of funnies that my family have said or done. Maybe I'll post a few now and then.
I hope my tales have given you a laugh and lightened your load a bit.
Blessings

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Saturday, August 19, 2006

101 Years Ago

The average life expectancy in the U.S. was 47 years.
Only 14 percent of the homes in the U.S. had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
A three minute call from Denver to New York cost eleven dollars.
There were only 8,000 cars in the U.S., and only 144 miles of paved roads.

The maximum speed limit in mose cities was 10 mph.
Alabama, Mississippi, Iowa and Tennessee were each more populated than California.
With a mere 1.4 million people, California was only the 21st most populous state in the union.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eifel Tower.
The average wage in the U.S. was .22 cents per hour.
The average U.S. worker made between $200. and $400. per year.

A competent accountant could expect to earn $2,000. per year, a dentist, $2,500 per year, a Veterinarian between $1,500. and $4,000. per year, and a mechanical engineer about $5,ooo. per year.
More than 95 percent of all births took place at home.
Ninety percent of all U.S. doctors had no college education, instead they attended a so-called medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press and by the government as "substandard."

Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.
Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.
Five leading causes of death in the U.S. were
1. Pneumonia
2. Tuberculosis
3. Diarrhea
4. Heart Disease
5. Stroke

The American flag had 45 stars.
Arizona, Oklahoma, New Mexico, Hawaii and Alaska hadn't been admitted to the union yet.
The population of LasVegas, Nevada was only 30!
Crossword puzzles, canned beer and ice tea had not been invented yet.
There was no Mother's or Father's day.
Two out of every ten adults could not read or write.

Only six percent of all Anericans had graduated from high school.
Marijuana, heroin and morphine were all available over the counter at local corner drugstores.
Back then the pharmacist said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind and regulated the stomach and bowels and is, in fact a perfect guardian to health."
Eighteen percent of households in the U.S. had at least one full time servant or domestic help.

There were about 230 reported murders in the entire U.S.

(the car is a 1906 Cadillac)

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Thursday, August 17, 2006

SOME BEAN SAVVY


ETYMOLOGY: Old English "bean" from Germanic, a legume picked when immature.

DESCRIPTION: Bean refers to the fruit, the pod and seeds.

The bean was born in the hot regions of the Americas, India and China. It was introduced to France by Conquistidors about 1597. For a long time rare and expensive, this vegetable became widespread only in the 19th century. The French were first to put green beans on their menus.

They were my mothers favorite vegetable. She always had them in her garden and usually cooked them with pre-fried bacon just until they were tender.
My mother-in-law just tossed her snipped and snapped beans together with raw bacon and started cooking them in the morning, letting them simmer until suppertime. By then they resembled a pot of green mush. This was the Colonial way to cook them.

I like mine freshly picked from my own back yard, no chemicals, and only well composted grass clippings for fertilizer.
I like knowing that my hands are the only ones that have touched them.
For many years I cooked mine just like Mom did hers, but I have learned a few new ways that I like.
I think my favorite at the present time is to steam them for about five minutes, then stirfry them with a little olive oil and minced fresh garlic (also from my garden) Yes there is a difference in flavor. I like them crunchy with a little salt and freshly ground pepper.

I think I will have some for supper.

What is your favorite way to cook green beans?
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Do you know what this is?
Yep, I re-decorated my kitchen range today.
Well at least now I know what these burner covers are for.
"So I can burn them!"
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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Hot Summer

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Hey Dude, need a hand, uh...er...hoof?
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Sunday, August 13, 2006

WANTED: YOUR COMMENTS

According to my site meter, I am getting an average of 40 visitors a day. Thats really nice, however very few are leaving comments.
You do not have to have a blog to leave a comment.
You do not have to be an expert on the subject I posted.
You do not even have to like what I posted.
Just oil up your typing fingers and say hello, OK?
Thank-you
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Orchid & Christmas Cactus

The hanging plant with long stems and blossoms on the ends is an Orchid Cactus. The plant to the right of it with white buds is a christmas cactus.
Because the leaves/stems are somewhat similar they are often misidentified. But when we see them side by side we can easily see the differences.
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Friday, August 11, 2006

THE ORCHID CACTUS




Certainly not the prettiest plant I've ever had, in fact when it isn't blooming it is probably the ugliest. The long stems stretch out in every direction as if trying to grab you.
But when it blooms, you forgive all it's faults.

The Orchid Cactus is actually of the epiphyllum, a species native to the jungles of Central and South America, as well as Mexico. The word epiphyllium in Greek means "upon the leaf' and the flowers appear to bloom directly in the leaves. Jungle Cacti, however, have no leaves; their leaf like parts are actually thickened stems or branches. These stems are typically flat but often grow in a triangular shape.
Unlike most desert cacti, epiphylliums are not covered with hard spines. They do, however have hair bristles or tiny spines in the areolas. Some can poke into your skin.

In their native habitat, the epiphytic species often grow in forks of trees or in rock crevases where their small roots take hold in decaying vegetative matter. Some are rooted in the ground and use aerial roots to climb up tree trunks. They draw moisture from humid air and tropical rains.

My Orchis Cactus was started from a 8inch long flat piece of stem/leaf, about 10 years ago. They are easy to grow, but mine would not bloom until it became rootbound.
They are hybridized now and there are many colors to choose from.

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white trash tag

I have been tagged for another Meme by Bonnie

1. the book nearest me-
strongs bible concordance

2. stretch out your left arm; what do you touch?
a phone

3. last thing watched on television
news

4. without looking, what time is it?
1pm

5. what is the actual time?
1:10 pm

6. with the exception of the computer, what do you hear?
my ears ringing

7. when did you last step outside?
around 12:30 pm

8. Before this survey what did you look at?
Bonnie's blog

9. What are you wearing?
black jeans, yellow t-shirt & slippers

10.What did you dream last night.
about blowing bubbles

11. When did you last laugh?
When I was reminded that I had forgotten to answer this question.

12. What is on the walls in the room?
Pictures of family, old & new

13. Seen anything weird lately?
Yes, a very strange spider web in my bedroom. Made by a drunken spider I think.

14. What do you think of this quiz?
sort of strange

15.
What is the last film you saw?
Narnia

16. Tell me something we don't know
The word Scone is pronounced like bone, with a long 'o' in England but the Scottish pronounce it with a short 'o'. like bun, and my grandma called skawn.

17. If you could change just one thing in the world, what would you do?
We would all be Christian conservatives and the baby killing would stop along with a lot of other junk.

18. Do you like to dance?
absolutely! Thats what happy feet do.

19. George bush
I appreciate this man for all he is doing to try and stop terrorism.
Complaining about our world leaders never accomplished a thing, but praying for them does.

20. Imagine your first child is a girl
She is and the second and the third and the fifth. ok, now what?

21. Imagine your first child is a boy
no, the fourth and the seventh, thank you.

22. Would you consider living abroad.
no

23. What would God say to you at the pearly gates?
I don't know but I sure hope it's something I want to hear!

Ok I have done my two memes for the season. I am done.

I am tagging
pea,----------- and Leesa
Go for it girls.

ANOTHER MEME ON THE SCENE

I have been tagged by MugWumpMom, to participate in an interesting meme.

A Novel Idea:
If you could write a novel about any subject, what would it be? (Just the
subject–don’t give away your plot idea!)

subject–don’t give away your plot idea!)
Or, if just the thought of having to write anything gives you hives, what would you like to read about in a novel that you’ve never seen done before?
Or if you hate reading fiction (you can get counseling for that, you know), what subject might make you change your mind or try it anyway?
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"I did write sort of a novel. Actually it is the story of my paternal grandmother's life. Not in book form but on CD's which I gave to all my family.
I gathered all of the info I could about Grandma and kicked my own rear for not listening more carefully to the many stories she told about her life while she was still with us.

With grandma gone I had to question aunties and cousins.
I nearly drove my old auntie Pauline whacky with all the questions I asked her. One day I had a tape recorder running and was tossing out questions miles and hour. Finally at the end of her wits, dear old auntie shouted, "Thats enough! No more questions."
In my story I used every fact I could remember and all I could glean from every one who knew her, and added enough fiction to bring it all together.

I wrote about the places grandma lived and the people she loved. It sounds rather dull when I see it written this way, but actually she lived a very interesting life, with good and bad, happy and sad, and lots of spice & hot peppers thrown in. Oh yes, and there was some manure too.

She was born in Bethany, MO, and later moved to Spring Ranch Nebraska, then with her family traveled in a covered wagon to Whatcom county, WA.
My grandma Lucy lived and Loved, she laughed and cried and she cussed. I mean really cussed. She could embarass the roughest talking man in town. I never discovered where she learned to talk like that but as a child I learned that if I did, I got soap in my mouth or a fat lip.
She was tough as nails, taking care of her farm animals and chores into her sixties. She cut down trees in her woods, bucked them up, split it into firewood and hauled it to her house in a wheelbarrow.

When her hogs got too greedy she stabbed them bloody with her pitchfork, while calling them some of those names I mentioned earlier.
When her grown son complained about having lima beans she whacked him over the head with a hunk of firewood and told him, if you don't like my cookin jest get the he-- out if here."
She smoked butt end Camels or a corncob pipe if she ran out of cigg's. She liked a beer or a glass of whiskey once in a while. Yep, grandma was tough.
But she had a soft side too. She could be so soft spoken and sweet, cuddling the little ones and petting and pampering them. I loved her dearly, but she scared the dickens out of me just the same. I guess thats called 'respect. BIG respect.

When a scraggly and nearly toothless old bear started hanging around her farm house, she took pity on him and fed him a nice big bowl of warm oatmeal each morning because as she put it, "Poor ole thang caint fend fer hisself nomore." Yes grandma was very compassionate at times.
A person would have to write a book to tell Lucy's story, and that's just what I did."

Ok now I did my part. so I am tagging Lucy, Bonnie and Diane.

Now, here’s the rules–if you get tagged (or if you just want to play anyway), you should
Answer one of the above questions on your blog,
Link back to whoever tagged you (or wherever you found the idea)
Tag 5 (or so) other bloggers.
Plus, check out previous responses, and if you know of a novel that pertains to the subject someone wishes they could write or would like to read about, suggest the novel to them in a comment.
One more thing–to make it fit within one of my blog categories (Women’s Voices) , women bloggers only. Sorry guys, catch you next time!

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

A country curtsy to East Texas Rancher, Bev Gunn for sending me this interesting tidbit.

Recently someone was browsing through the 40th Anniversary Issue of Reader's Digest (dated Feb. 1962), and came across this reprint from the Washington News, and found it quite interesting considering our current debates!

The Quote:
"Vice President Lyndon Johnson received the following message from an Indian (Native American) on a reservation:

'Be careful with your immigration laws. We were careless with ours.'

Monday, August 07, 2006

IRIS, THE FLEUR-DE-LIS

The iris, (Fleur-de-lis) long predates its association with the Kings of France. There are various legends of how the iris came to represent the French monarchy but most center around two historical incidents separated in time by six hundred years.
Clovis, who in 496 A.D. is said to have abandoned the three toads on his banner in favor of the Fleur-de-lis. His Christian Queen Clothilda, had long sought to convert her heathen husband but he always ignored her plea.

Then faced with a formidable army of Alamanni, the Germanic tribe invading his kingdom, he told his wife that if he won the coming battle he would admit her God was strongest and be baptized.
He did win and the toads whose symbolism woutd be most interesting to know disappeared.
He was converted to Christianity and was baptized.

The second incident occurred in 1147. Louis VII King of France had a dream that convinced him to adopt the purple iris as his device shortly before setting out for his ill-fated crusade. Thus the fleur-de-lis became the symbol on the banner of France for the next six hundred years. Or twelve hundred years if we take it from the time of Clovis that the iris became the symbol for a great nation.

The Iris was so powerful a symbol of the French kings that the Revolutionaries in 1789 set out to totally obliterate the symbol of the hated monarchy. It was chipped off buildings and torn from draperies. Men were guillotined for wearing a fleur-de-lis on their clothes or as jewelry. The revolution succeeded and the symbol of the fleur-de-lis is only a memory now and is considered merely a conventionalized ornament or decoration.

When Heavenly Father created this lovely flower he knew it would be admired and pleasure his children. It certainly has made a place for itself in our world.
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Sunday, August 06, 2006

COMPUTERITIS

Are you 'THIS" addicted to your computer?
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Saturday, August 05, 2006

HELP!

I need to get more memory and hard drive for my computer. Does anyone know a good place to purchase these?

Friday, August 04, 2006

This recipe is for a spicy, low fat, guacamole.

½ cup low-fat plain yogurt
2 jalapenos, seeded and minced
2 plum tomatoes, chopped
1 white onion, chopped
2 Tbs. minced cilantro (I prefer half celery leaves)
½ tsp. salt
½ cup nonfat sour cream
2 avacados, halved, pitted and peeled
2 Tbs. fresh lime juice
Line a strainer with a coffee filter and set over bowl. Spoon in yogurt, cover, refrigerate 8 hours. Mix next five ingredients. FOld in yogurt and sour cream. Mash avacados with potato masher; sprinkle with lime juice. Fold into tomato mixture.
Serve with baked tortilla chips.

Some Funnies

I found these in readers Digest.

At the end of the day I parled my police van in front of the station house. My K-9 partner Jake, was in the back barking, which caught the attention of a boy who was passing by.
"Is that a dog you have back there?" he asked.
"It sure is," I said to him.
"What did he do?"
Submitted by Clint Forward

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Widowed for the second time, my grandmother told me she probably would not remarry.
"You're still young" I said. "Why not?"
"When I married your dad's father, I became a Smith. Then I married your grandpa Ernie and became a Schmidt. I'm afraid of what'll happen next."
Submitted by Sara Smith
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006

WATCHING THE HAYER

In the Spring of 1963 we moved from town to our little farm in the country. We had fifteen acres of fields, woods and a creek for the kids to play in. I let them have all the fun they could find, and oh boy did they ever find it!

They got wet and muddy in the creek, and they climbed the huge evergreens which nearly scared the life out of me.
They ran through the fields of buttercups and daisies, and picked wild mushrooms and tiny wild blackberries with me.

They went barefoot a lot of the time and they got so dirty you couldn't see the suntans, but they loved it there and they thrived.

In this picture there was a hayer working the field. The kids climbed onto the coral fence to watch, but baby Mikey, who was just a year and a half old, didn't have long enough legs so sister Kathy lifted him.

Mikey's pants were always sort of dragging as you can see.
I have always loved this picture, dirty clothes, messy hair, buttocks and all!
It reminds me of a happy time when things were simpler.

(The four on the right are mine. I don't have a clue who the other one is)
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