Sunday, July 27, 2008

Kitchen aid

Ok..I have to tell you...I visited a KITCHENAID store in Greenville Ohio. Several weeks ago we watched how they REFURBISH their stuff on History channel or something like that. ANYWAY...the Annie Oakley Festival was IN this town...and My hand mixer broke several months ago..and only had one beater. yes. Sucked. Big Time. The NEW one Comes with DOUGH hooks, and Drink stirrerrrer thingy AND a Whisk!!
SO..there was a SALE...BIG time..and well our food processor was from like 1979 or something..a Nasty Hamilton beach number. The NEW one has a smaller Inner Bowl and larger Outer bowl!
SALE..BIG TIME!!!....and Well I caved. I got FREE HEAVY duty Measureing Spoons AND a FREE KA spatula!

I'm back, did you know I was gone?

I flew to HOTLANTA last Friday morning...I went to Flint after my Thursday night class, My flight was at 5:30 a.m....which is in the EARLY morning hours. Yeah. THAT. I stayed Thursday night in a really nice sleazy hotel that made me happy I had a home. Yes, it was a DAYS INN, but scary as all get out....even as a grown woman I appreciate the feeling of..well A SECURE LOCK on the door.
My sisterish is here, Robyn with her kids Grace and Ty. My middle had flown down a week prior, and had a blast. She "wasn't quite ready to see me". How funny. I got picked up at airport, and we just headed straight up 75 to Michigan. OHIO has the COOLEST thing EVAR!! It is a FLIP chart of EVERY EXIT of their highways, which lists hotels, Places to eat, stuff to do etc. It is GREAT.
We detoured to Greenville Ohio to the ANNIE OAKLEY Annie Oakley
Days Festival
Darke Country Fairgrounds
Last Full Weekend of July
July 25, 26, 27,2008
It was delightfully cheesy, and VERY hot. Rob and kids ate Elephant ears, and other sloppy food. There were appropriate Food booths, and tons of Tents of crap for sale.

More later...Exam week this last week of Summer classes...I'm NOT the teacher this time. Bleh

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Tony Snow

Tony Snow's Testimony
'Blessings arrive in unexpected packages,
- in my case, cancer.
Those of us with potentially fatal diseases
- and there are millions in America today -
find ourselves in the odd position of coping with our mortality
while trying to fathom God's will.
Although it would be the height of presumption
to declare with confidence 'What It All Means,'
Scripture provides powerful hints and consolations.
The first is that we shouldn't spend too much time
trying to answer the 'why' questions:
Why me?
Why must people suffer?
Why can't someone else get sick?
We can't answer such things,
and the questions themselves
often are designed more to express our anguish
than to solicit an answer.
I don't know why I have cancer, and I don't much care.
It is what it is, a plain and indisputable fact.
Yet even while staring into a mirror darkly,
great and stunning truths began to take shape.
Our maladies define a central feature of our existence:
We are fallen.
We are imperfect.
Our bodies give out.
But, despite this, - or because of it, -
God offers the possibility of salvation and grace.
We don't know how the narrative of our lives will end,
but we get to choose how to use the interval
between now
and the moment we meet our Creator face-to-face.
Second, we need to get past the anxiety.
The mere thought of dying
can send adrenaline flooding through your system.
A dizzy, unfocused panic seizes you.
Your heart thumps; your head swims.
You think of nothingness and swoon.
You fear partings;
you worry about the impact on family and friends.
You fidget and get nowhere.
To regain footing, remember that we were born not into death,
but into life - and that the journey continues
after we have finished our days on this earth.
We accept this on faith,
but that faith is nourished by a conviction
that stirs even within many non-believing hearts
- an institution that the gift of life, once given,
cannot be taken away.
Those who have been stricken
enjoy the special privilege of being able to fight
with their might, main, and faith
to live fully, richly, exuberantly
- no matter how their days may be numbered.
Third, we can open our eyes and hearts.
God relishes surprise.
We want lives of simple, predictable ease,
- smooth, even trails as far as the eye can see, -
but God likes to go off-road.
He provokes us with twists and turns.
He places us in predicaments
that seem to defy our endurance and comprehension
- and yet don't.
By His love and grace, we persevere.
The challenges that make our hearts leap
and stomachs churn
invariably strengthen our faith
and grant measures of wisdom and joy
we would not experience otherwise.
'You Have Been Called'.
Picture yourself in a hospital bed.
The fog of anesthesia has begun to wear away.
A doctor stands at your feet,
a loved one holds your hand at the side.
'It's cancer,' the healer announces.
The natural reaction is to turn to God
and ask him to serve as a cosmic Santa.
'Dear God, make it all go away.
Make everything simpler.'
But another voice whispers: 'You have been called.'
Your quandary has drawn you closer to God,
closer to those you love,
closer to the issues that matter,
- and has dragged into insignificance
the banal concerns
that occupy our 'normal time.'
There's another kind of response,
although usually short-lived,
an inexplicable shudder of excitement
as if a clarifying moment of calamity
has swept away everything trivial and tiny,
and placed before us
the challenge of important questions.
The moment you enter the Valley of the Shadow of Death,
things change.
You discover that Christianity
is not something doughy, passive, pious, and soft.
Faith may be the substance of things hoped for,
the evidence of things not seen.
But it also draws you into a world shorn of fearful caution.
The life of belief teems with thrills, boldness, danger, shocks,
reversals, triumphs, and epiphanies.
Think of Paul, traipsing through the known world
and comtemplating trips
to what must have seemed the antipodes (Spain),
shaking the dust from his sandals,
worrying not about the morrow,
but only about the moment.
There's nothing wilder than a life of humble virtue,
- for it is through selflessness and service
that God wrings from our bodies and spirits
the most we ever could give,
the most we ever could offer,
and the most we ever could do.
Finally, we can let love change everything.
When Jesus was faced with the prospect of cruicifixion,
he grieved not for himself,
but for us.
He cried for Jerusalem before entering the Holy City.
From the Cross, he took on the cumulative burden of human sin and
and begged for forgiveness on our behalf.
We get repeated chances
to learn that life is not about us,
that we acquired purpose and satisfaction
by sharing in God's love for others.
Sickness gets us part way there.
It reminds us of our limitations and dependence.
But it also gives us a chance to serve the healthy.
A minister friend of mine observes
that people suffering grave afflictions
often acquire the faith of two people,
while loved ones accept the burden
of two peoples' worries and fears.
'Learning How to Live'.
Most of us have watched friends as they drifted toward God's arms,
not with resignation, but with peace and hope.
In so doing, they have taught us not how to die,
but how to live.
They have emulated Christ
by transmitting the power and authority of life.
I sat by my best friend's bedside a few years ago
as a wasting cancer took him away.
He kept at his table a worn Bible
and a 1928 edition of the Book of Common Prayer.
A shattering grief disabled his family,
many of his old friends, and at least one priest.
Here was an humble and very good guy,
someone who apologized when he winced with pain
because he thought it made his guest uncomfortable.
He restrained his equanimity and good humor
literally until his last conscious moment.
'I'm going to try to beat [this cancer],'
he told me several months before he died.
'But if I don't, I'll see you on the other side.'
His gift was to remind everyone around him
that even though God doesn't promise us tomorrow,
he does promise us eternity
- filled with life and love we cannot comprehend, -
and that one can, in the throes of sickness,
point the rest of us toward timeless truths
that will help us weather future storms.
Through such trials, God bids us to choose:
Do we believe, or do we not?
Will we be bold enough to love,
daring enough to serve,
humble enough to submit,
and strong enough
to acknowledge our limitations?
Can we surrender our concern
in things that don't matter
so that we might devote our remaining days
to things that do?
When our faith flags, He throws reminders in our way.
Think of the prayer warriors in our midst.
They change things,
and those of us
who have been on the receiving end
of their petitions and intercessions
know it.
It is hard to describe,
but there are times
when suddenly the hairs on the back of your neck stand up,
and you feel a surge of the Spirit.
Somehow you just know:
Others have chosen,
when talking to the Author of all creation,
to lift us up,
- to speak of us!
This is love of a very special order.
But so is the ability to sit back
and appreciate the wonder of every created thing.
The mere thought of death somehow makes every blessing vivid,
every happiness more luminious and intense.
We may not know how our contest with sickness will end,
but we have felt the ineluctable touch of God.
What is man that Thou are mindful of him?
We don't know much, but we know this:
No matter where we are,
no matter what we do,
no matter how bleak or frightening our prospects,
each and every one of us who believe each and every day,
lies in the same safe and impregnable place,
in the hollow of God's hand.'
T. Snow

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Grade school fashion? asked about Grade school fashion DAZATARS. Here's one of mine I remember: church we had this program for memorizing stuff, called "AWANA". There was a portion of the night devoted to Games. and..the uniforms were god awful Grey with red piping, and I somehow didn't think I"filled" mine out nicely enough. SO I wadded up toilet paper and tucked it in. THEN when I bent over knuckles to the floor as a runner at the starting line does...prepped to RUN when the fake gun went off...and I was CONCENTRATING, when...I LOOKED down at the floor, and saw my enhancement on the floor in front of me. AWWCKK!!! Concentration was broken, I grabbed it..blew my nose and tucked it in my jeans. I don't remember how I got the other side out. To this day, I'm still lopsided.
THIS: is MY kids at AWANA with the ole' marshmallow STICK em tothe board game. HOW did the marshmallow STICK? well..You SPIT on them of course!

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Millons again?? From Japan this time

Hey guys,,,this dude is "AWARE" --"Of what people call scam" and the rest is their typo's and so forth...I"m SO glad he didn't waste more than ONE Greeting on me too! And of COURSE he has my utmost respect on his content. LOL

Greeting from Japan ,

Having tried your email once again try to notify you as my earlier
letterreturned undelivered.
I want to solicit your attention to recieve money on my behalf.The purpose of
my contacting you is because my status would not permit meto do this alone.

Please do respect the content of this mail and treat with regards as I am aware
of what people call scam that is currently going on.

Look forward to your urgent response and our partnership.


Mr. Hiroyuki Jiro

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

An artist new to me...

This taken from a Jewish reader I sometimes peruse:

David Bloch, produced a series of black and white lithographs and color oil paintings upon his retirement in 1975 in Mt. Vernon, NY, to help understand and remember the Holocaust. Among David's many accomplishments include his lithographic work for the Johnson White House and delicate plates depicting the flowers of all the states in the Union. His work includes water colors, wood cuts and oils.

He was a promising young porcelain decorator with a scholarship to the State Academy of Applied Arts in Germany, in 1934, when Jews were expelled from the school. He was arrested and interned in Dachau. When his uncle sent him money to get out in 1940, he fled East and joined the growing refugee community in China. He lived in China for 9 years and there he met and married his wife Lilly. In 1949 they emigrated to New York.

In 1983, several of his lithographs were exhibited during the Temple Community Program,"Crying Hands: Deaf Victims of the Holocaust," featuring German speaker Professor Horst Biesold, a former teacher of the deaf, of blessed memory. David then donated a set of those lithograph prints to TBS: Knock at Midnight, The Last Stop, Reception/Deception, (pictured) The Empty Box (Angel of Death), Never Again and Crying Hand are a few of the titles. They are among our most cherished possessions.

David's works have been displayed across the country. His Holocaust artwork is hard-hitting and emotional as well as extremely thought provoking. He turned a harrowing experience into an aesthetic legacy which carries a stronger message than most other media can, and effectively promotes the constant plea of "never again".

Monday, July 14, 2008

Why Men shouldn't own action figures....


My Mentor Cathy, was going to the Mt. Pleasant Michigan airport..and LO and BEHOLD!!! Ringo Starr's airplane was landing!!! Her brother is a pilot for big muckymucks, and they got to meet him, his entourage, and see the inside of his plane!! I KNOW SOMEBODY who Met somebody!!

How about YOU? Met anyone famous, or have story to share?....I'll save B.B. King for another time.....

Saturday, July 12, 2008

1980 Silver Oak Cabernet, Napa Valley

Great Steak dinner...and more
FAB thick steak....
1980 yes 1980 Bottle of Silver Oak Cabernet....slightly tangy...then WOW Opened up....

Ok it's been a day since I posted the above so I'm coming back to try and make more sense for "tasting" notes.
Upon opening, wine was sort of vinergary, but had a FABULOUS nose. I SHOULD have decanted it to let it get some air..but...well...the Steak was already getting cold.
The more into the bottle, the better it was. Would HIGHLY suggest letting it stand for an hour or more before pouring. The tartness wore off and it was a very nice wine...full of fruit. I don't think in my storing it would have lasted much longer, so I'm happy it wasn't over the hill. BUY:? YES. Still has life in it.
It's just weird 1980, I..well (blush) was still the BIG V if you know what I mean, had no kids, hadn't graduated from College yet..and LOTS of other stuff. I mean...this wine is 28 years old!!! WOW. I bought it in about 1989. Probably then it was around 30 bucks a bottle.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Boys at Camp

Oldest son and his friend Brice are at camp...we pick them up tomorrow.

GREAT breakfast baked oatmeal from camp

Baked Oatmeal (reallllly Good, and GOOOOD to add blueberries in it also)
7-10 People
1 cup Brown Sugar
1/8 Cup melted butter
2 eggs
3 cups of oatmeal
1 tsp. salt
2 tsp. baking powder
1 cup milk
Bake at 350 for about an hour
It is finished cooking when brown on top and not gooey in the middle.

Thursday, July 10, 2008


From one of my motivational Emails today.....

"LIVING is a FULL time JOB"...I definitely feel that way lately.....

One of my Favorite places on earth

Picture taken by my cousin Fred last week in Manistee Michigan

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Best Ever Mac Salad

YUM is all I can say...Unusual, light, and YUM..oh...I said that already?
1# Spiral Macaroni
2/3 cup oil-Coat drained pasta, mix together

1 1/2 c sugar 1 tsp Accent
1 1/2 C Vinegar 1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp garlic powder 1 TBS parsley
2 TBS (wet yellow) Mustard 1/2 tsp pepper

Slice THINLY (THIN!!!) 2 cucumbers and 2 medium onions (THIN!!)

add to warm pasta, Refridge 4 hours before serving. Is GREAT leftovers...and YUM!

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Man, son, Iron Man contest

A son asked his father, 'Dad, will you take part in a marathon with me?' The father who, despite having a heart condition, says 'Yes'. They went on to complete the marathon together. Father and son went on to join other marathons, the father always saying 'Yes' to his son's request of going through the race together. One day, the son asked his father, 'Dad, let's join the Ironman together.'

To which, his father said 'Yes' .

For those who didn't know, Ironman is the toughest triathlon ever. The race encompasses three endurance events of a 2.4 mile (3.86 kilometer) ocean swim, followed by a 112 mile (180.2 kilometer) bike ride, and ending with a 26.2 mile (42.195 kilometer) marathon along the coast of the Big Island

Father and son went on to complete the race together. View this

Wednesday, July 02, 2008


A young woman was about to finish her first year of college. Like so many others her age, she considered herself to be a very liberal Democrat, and among other liberal ideals, was very much in favor of higher taxes to support more government programs, in other words redistribution of wealth.
She was deeply ashamed that her father was a rather staunch Republican, a feeling she openly expressed. Based on the lectures that she had participated in, and the occasional chat with a professor, she felt that her father had for years harbored an evil, selfish desire to keep what he thought should be his.
One day she was challenging her father on his opposition to higher taxes on the rich and the need for more government programs. The self-professed objectivity proclaimed by her professors had to be the truth and she indicated so to her father. He responded by asking how she was doing in school.
Taken aback, she answered rather haughtily that she had a 4.0 GPA, and let him know that it was tough to maintain, insisting that she was taking a very difficult course load and was constantly studying, which left her no time to go out and party like other people she knew. She didn't even have time for a boyfriend, and didn't really have many college friends because she spent all her time studying.
Her father listened and then asked, 'How is your friend Audrey doing?' She replied, 'Audrey is barely getting by. All she takes are easy classes, she never studies, and she barely has a 2.0 GPA. She is so popular on campus; college for her is a blast. She's always invited to all the parties and lots of times she doesn't even show up for classes because she's too hung over.'
Her wise father asked his daughter, 'Why don't you go to the Dean's office and ask him to deduct 1.0 off your GPA and give it to your friend who only has a 2.0. That way you will both have a 3.0 GPA and certainly that would be a fair and equal distribution of GPA.'
The daughter, visibly shocked by her father's suggestion, angrily fired back, 'That's a crazy idea, and how would that be fair! I've worked really hard for my grades! I've invested a lot of time, and a lot of hard work! Audrey has done next to nothing toward her degree. She played while I worked my tail off!'
The father slowly smiled, winked and said gently, 'Welcome to the Republican party.'
If anyone has a better explanation of the difference between Republican and Democrat I'm all ears. THIS explains politics in simple terms.

I hope ta get the blues....

I am beside myself, and can't seem to get centered. Midterms are tomorrow, Hub still very not himself sick, and we have no groceries to speak of. But....FRIDAY'S COMIN....

Blues fest slated in St. Louis

Sun Staff Writer

Observing the Fourth of July is an annual tradition in St. Louis but for the second year in a row the event will have an added attraction.

The second St. Louis Blues Festival will take place in conjunction with the usual holiday celebration.

The first festival was so successful it has been expanded to two days this year, said Minard Shattuck, owner of the renovated Center Stage at Gem Theater downtown.

The 200 block of North Mill Street will be blocked off for the event, which will run from 2 p.m. to 1 a.m. Friday and 1:30 p.m. to 1 a.m. Saturday and include a beer tent.

A $5 festival button is good for admission both days.

"The Fourth of July holiday has been celebrate in St. Louis as a special event with fireworks for many, many years," Downtown Development Director Phil Hansen said. "I've seen postcards of the holiday going back probably into the early 1900s.

"We think this year that more people will stay closer to home than usual, hopefully spending their money on the Blues Festival and on food and local shopping rather than on gas. Also the Blues Festival typically draws people from out of town too, especially with such an inexpensive ticket cost."

Although seating will be provided, Hansen encourages those who attend to bring their own lawn chairs.

"We should have quite a bit of seating but their own chair might be more comfortable to relax in," he explained.

Musicians scheduled to perform Friday are: The Ronnie Torres Band at 2 p.m., Emanuel Young at 3:15 p.m., 6 Hands Down at 4:30 p.m., Lemon James at 5:45 p.m., Howard Glazer & the EL34's at 7:15 p.m., The Old Town Blues Band at 8:45 p.m. and Joanna Conner at 10:30 p.m.

The slate for Saturday is: Love Child at 1:30 p.m., Marble Garden at 2:45 p.m., Blues Ambush at 4 p.m., Crossroads Blues Band at 5:30 p.m., Root Doctor at 7 p.m., Larry Garner at 8:45 p.m. and Laith Al-Saadi at 10:30 p.m.

Center Stage at the Gem, River Rock Bar & Grill and the city are the major sponsors of the event.

"People should attend to relax and enjoy what St. Louis has to offer," Hansen said. "The Blues Festival created a nice atmosphere last year downtown and was well received by the community.

"Several different classes of St. Louis High School alumni are planning reunions for this weekend so local folks might run into someone they haven't seen for awhile too."

The St. Louis/Alma Lions Club will have a food wagon set up from 4 p.m. to 8 p.m. Friday and noon to 10 p.m. Saturday.

There are also a number of other activities set for Saturday.

From 7 a.m. to 10:30 a.m. the First United Methodist Church will host a pancake breakfast. Tickets are $5 for adults and $3 for children.

A 5K run will begin at 8 a.m. at the high school. It will also feature one-mile walk and kid's fun run. Registration, which costs $20 for the regular race and $10 for the fun run, takes place from 6:30 a.m. to 7:30 a.m. Call Kevin Painter at 989-763-2328 for more details.

Local historian and author Dave McMacken will conduct a book signing from 10 a.m. to 2 p.m. at City Hall. He recently released an updated version of his book, "The Saratoga of the West," the story of the St. Louis Mineral Springs.

The St. Louis Police Department and Mid-Michigan Community Fire Department will be hosting a child identification program from 7 p.m. to 9 p.m. at the Food Pride store. Each participate will receive a driver's license-style ID card. The cost is $7 for one card, $9 for two or $11 for three. The first 25 families taking part will get one card free.

The two-day celebration will conclude with a fireworks display over the Mill Pond at dusk.

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