Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Can you Believe this Woman?? 84 yrs old?? Gives me hope! LOL...Anyway, I'll be back later to do a post that Dabrah has tagged me for...Is That Moaning I hear Out There??LOLOL..Don't worry, the only one I'll tag is Lyvvie!! You out there Girl?? Back Later!! Have fun watching the clip!
Monday, January 28, 2008
1. I’m a retired LVN specializing in Obstectrics and Pediactrics (having babies and care of children)
2. I delivered three babies and each of the parents named their newborn after me. All girls…(made me Very happy)
3. I’ve knelt at the grave site of General George S. Patton, in Luxembourg and gave thanks for all he and the others did for me and my family.
4. I love all the old Charlie Chan movies played by Warner Oland.
5. When I was confirmed, years ago, I chose the name, Rose.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
If you haven't seen, Meet Joe Black, you should. It's a powerful movie as well as a remake of Death Takes a Holiday. This one though, really grabs you...you laugh, cry and by the time it's over...you understand and feel content. The music is beautiful. I put the song, That Next Place, on my music box if you want to listen to it. Just click on the song, by James Newman. We are all learning on this big old planet.
Well on a different note, Hubby and I got up and went to town. Food at the HEB (I stayed in the truck drinking the Starbucks Mocha Latte he bought me and reading Divine Encounters by Zecharia Sitchin)(It's been a spiritual day for me today) then onward to the bookstore for Whole Grain Breads by Peter Remhart, for Hubby. It's been peaceful. The temp has warmed up to the 60's and so far...all is well in my world...I'm grateful and content.
Well, guess I'll go grab a good book again. Here's wishing you all good health, warm winds and lots of happiness.
Friday, January 25, 2008
If you want to see the trailer, go down to my music box and just shut it off!
I had SO much fun, at my daughters expense, yesterday! But, we do this on a fairly regular basis!! She is the apple of her Dad's and, my eye. She'll meet some one when She's ready...or "they" sweep in and sweep her off her feet! Either way, she knows she always has a home with us. No fooling...scout's honor!
Well, since it's now tax time, I really need to gather up all the information and package it for the CPA. What a chore. It's not so bad when it's all done but looking at doing the work gives me another ache where I don't need one! SO, I'm off to begin the chore and here's hoping you're all well and warm this evening!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka — zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chainsaws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless God of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car — there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
1 (9 inch) pie shell
6 cups thinly sliced apples
1 tablespoon lemon juice (optional)
3/4 cup white sugar
2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/8 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 cup raisins (optional)
1/2 cup chopped walnuts (optional)
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
3 tablespoons butter
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).
2. Place sliced apples in a large bowl. Sprinkle with lemon juice if desired. In a small bowl, mix together white sugar, 2 tablespoons flour, cinnamon, and nutmeg. Sprinkle mixture over apples. 3. Toss until apples are evenly coated. Stir in raisins and walnuts if desired. Spoon mixture into pastry shell.
4. In a small bowl mix together 1/2 cup flour and brown sugar. Cut in butter or margarine until mixture is crumbly. Sprinkle mixture over apple filling. Cover top loosely with aluminum foil.
Bake in preheated oven for 25 minutes. Remove foil and bake an additional 25 to 30 minutes, until top is golden brown. Cool on a wire rack.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
The second one is of Fairies! Now who is it that likes Fairies?? Could it be Miss Nita? I found these and thought you two would like to use them. I thought they looked like something you might like. I was given awards by both of these kind souls (on my sidebar). They made me smile. I want to give "back" something to All of my blogger buddies so, beware...Each and Every soul on my blog roll is special. You've allowed me to come into your worlds. You share your secrets and your accomplishments...your hearts. I have thirty seven new friends. Thirty seven...I just can't imagine how that's possible. I'm blessed and every time I "talk" with you, you let me know just how blessed I really am. I pray you're all safe, warm (or) cool...LOL...and are loved. Have a happy night.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
1. Name one thing you do everyday.
Laugh…it’s just the “Fun” thing to do!
2. Name two things you wish you could learn.
Great formula’s….from a great mind such as Einstein!
How to whistle using two fingers!
3. Name three things that remind you of your childhood.
Fresh Dirt…LOL…I know…Dad use to plow the field..smelled wonderful!
White paste in a jar….OH COME ON..You use to eat it to!! LOL
Sewing machines….Mama sewed almost All our clothes
4. Name four things you love to eat but rarely do.
Cream cheese, chicken & dumplings, pizza, liver pate
5. Name five things/people that make you feel good.
Smiles, hugs, Christmas, books and family
Thursday, January 17, 2008
A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a
reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now
During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in
their work and lives.
Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and
returned with a large pot of hot chocolate and an assortment of
cups -porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some
exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the hot chocolate.
When they all had a cup of hot chocolate in hand, the professor said:
"Notice that all the nice looking, expensive cups were
taken, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you
to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your
problems and stress.
The cup that you're drinking from adds nothing to the quality of the hot
chocolate. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even
hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was hot
chocolate, not the cup; but you consciously went for the best cups... And
then you began eyeing each other's cups.
Now consider this: Life is the hot chocolate; your job, money and position
in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain life.
The cup you have does not define, nor change the quality of life you have.
Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the hot
chocolate God has provided us. God makes the hot chocolate, man chooses
The happiest people don't have the best of everything.
They just make the best of everything that they have.
And enjoy your hot chocolate.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I am SO ready for Sun, beaches and fun...Aren't you? This clip looks like it's gonna be fun!!! Fool's Gold coming next month. I'm cheating by using a movie clip but there has Not been anything interesting happening today in my world!! And I've been looking! LOL Hope your evening is filled with warm tropical breezes and much happiness.