Only an outline left as proof positive that he really was there.
Mr Peep- he and many other of his large family of Peeps tragically ended the festive day when they lost the right ear first, the left ear second, the bunny-tail and finally their heads.
One of the big goals for the past few years is to document some of our family and childhood artifacts. Some of these are well known to all my siblings and still reside in highly prominent positions scattered around ours and our parent's homes.
A photo essay is slowly coming together and if I can ever get them all printed it will make a nice book of memories for the family.
Doll eraser.
If memory serves correctly-- this was just a clever little figure that we often used in our doll playing.
I don't recall any particular role this figure played other than just filling out the audience. But, it was certainly worth a google and naturally-
Little green horse! This currently resides with a dear sister in Abilene! Neigh Neigh!
Used in equestrian events and may have played in Josie's Round-up Ranch once upon a time.
Frog Prince-
a gift to Mae from another sister that will remain nameless- but, her name rhymes with bobbin! They just wanted a picture "just because"! So... here he is! In all his glory.
This isn't necessarily ancient.... we certainly do play with it though!
Sadly... he came to a dreadful demise in the last thunderstorm and lost his head when he attempted a Humpty Dumpty pose and fell off the wall.
Will notify if Dad's glue surgery is successful- haha!
David Bloom and his famous "Bloom-mobile" went to work following the invasion of Iraq in 2003. A blood clot in his leg travelled to his lungs and ended his journalism journey and life.
The U.S. Army's 3rd Infantry Division placed the book "My Utmost for His Highest" at the memorial service. Written by Oswald Chambers, he shares how we need to be as broken bread and poured-out wine to please God. We are to be "separated to the gospel" which means being able to hear the call of God for our lives. Our lives are to be used to preach the Good News to those around us, just like Paul in Romans 1:1.
David's widow, Melanie, is using her life to continue raising their children in a Godly way and to help bring DVT and FVL to a higher awareness.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PSA compliments of multiple DVT survivor. It happens to everyday people in their everyday lives as well.
Uh.... no. I'm not BORED! But, someone thought that I just needed to fill up my time with frippery and nonsense. So... they sent me to this site to waste a few precious moments. Please note... I am NOT responsible for that picture or any on that site... but, they do look like something I'd do, *snicker*!
Who knew that at age 45 I'd have to learn to SHARE!!
It's not that I'm selfish!!
But.... having to share my computer is getting to be a PAIN!
This is what I used to see.....
and this is what I see on a regular basis...
Husband... honing his computer skills. He can successfully check the AR Jobsite and race downtown to the ESD to apply within minutes of the posting!! If the recruiters would only be as impressed with his speed in persistence in checking the computer so frequently!
I used to pray that he got a day-time job... now, I just pray that he get ANY kind of job! His computer skills are improving, but- he's gonna HAVE to learn how to email, LOL!!
Oh... and what does he do when there's no "action" on that site? U-tube of course!!
Somebody..... please put a fishing pole in B's hands and let me exercise some mindless surfing on my computer, PULEEZE!!! haha!!
You would think that being in the South we'd be preparing for moonlight and magnolias. NOT.
Oh, no.... it's a winter storm warning alert and cold, freezing rain.
YUCK.
Do you have any idea what this will do to the daffodils, tulips and azaleas?? Not to even mention my poor old Japanese tulip tree that is always a little tardy in blooming?
Such a bummer.
I really need a winter-break. Some place warm and sunny and as few stresses as possible. Maybe I should apply for a few jobs for Byron based on my requirements for environment rather than his criteria of sawmill? Hmm..... sand. mountains. water. avg. temp = 77.
So.. I plugged in those search words and do you know where I should live???
Oh. Well. Guess I'd better go make sure old mother Hubbard's cupboards are not so bare. And, hope we've got enough firewood to keep me 'n Samson cozy! And, movies. I think I'll watch nothing but summer flicks!
I have to count on my knuckles in order to remember the date of my own anniversary. I know it's the last day of July. But, which is the last day? The 30th or the 31st? or recite the ditty:
30 days hath September, April, June and November, All the rest have 31, Excepting February alone (And that has 28 days clear, With 29 in each leap year).
So... I celebrate birthdays and anniversaries when I remember them. Or not. I just hope that those folks celebrating remind me when there's one that should be noted.
The one I missed this week (the 8th)- was my sister's. Anniversary.
Happy Anniversary N & D! I heard you went to Florida? She forgot to tell me that they had plans! Not surprisingly... she doesn't always remember these things either. Amazing that any of us K's ever get any event celebrated properly.
Regardless..... there is a big... I mean BIG... I mean REALLY REALLY REALLY BIG Anniversary I'm not supposed to forget this year. Heck! If my siblings and I can ever stop long enough to communicate- we might even plan a party for it! But.. in the meantime- I created a countdown WIDGET (see it over in the next column?) to reinforce it to me everytime I log on.
Here's to hoping that I remember my Mom & Dad's 50th Anniversary! It's on Christmas, by the way!
I just wish that the geniuses at Apple would figure out a way for me to import dates from emails into my calendar program and could set up reminders that way. Of course.. I'd have to check my email for those reminders. But- HEY! It MIGHT actually help!
And, to all those celebrating anniversaries or birthdays, or special events.... make sure and send me sign as large as a a so as I won't forget!
Yes. My grandmother, Mae, really did ride a Harley. Once. Maybe twice. But, on the back. Not actually steering. That is she perched on the rear. Her roommate on the front.
I have always loved this photograph- since my early years, I wanted to be like her. I guess I took it a step further, though, cuz I really did drive a motorcycle back in the day. Sadly- the pictures are gone.
Which got me to thinking.
Where do lost cameras and photographs go?
I mean... not the truly lost as in a land-fill lost. But, the sort that just got misplaced and someone not related to the event came along behind, picked up and didn't know what to do with? Have you ever found a camera left sitting on a bench at the amusement park and there was not a soul around to claim it?
Well. after reading this I got to contemplating this and discovered that there are several online sites to search for those gone-but-not-forgotten boxes of photos, and apparently the newest trend in cyber-culture... the orphaned memory card or stick.
Wow! There are even lost and found Family Bibles that are hoped to be reunited with some caring loved ones.
For a really large list of photo-databases and links, click here.
Yes. Transitioning between the seasons is a wild ride for those of us living in tornado alley.
Yes. It was 76 degrees at lunch yesterday and today it's in the 40's.
And, yet- here's the first promise of Spring.
Yes, the humble daffodil sprung up next to Byron's blacksmith shop and he was so proud.
Many thoughts and prayers for the families that lost loved ones, their homes and jobs. It's been almost eleven years since our towns' world was turned completely upside down. It's not something any one will ever forget and witnessing the forces that weather can impose even on the most well prepared still leaves an empty hollow feeling in the gut when it happens to yet another community.
The hope is to look for the small blessings even amongst the fallen limbs and debris.
What in the world is entropy and just what does it have to do with art?
en·tro·py (Ä•n'trÉ™-pÄ“) n., pl. -pies. • (Symbol S) For a closed thermodynamic system, a quantitative measure of the amount of thermal energy not available to do work. • A measure of the disorder or randomness in a closed system. • A measure of the loss of information in a transmitted message. • The tendency for all matter and energy in the universe to evolve toward a state of inert uniformity. • Inevitable and steady deterioration of a system or society.
I found this word today in one of my many e-newsletters. It was actually in reference to a statement by an earth-artist.
Which led to further inquiry. What in the sam-hill* is Earth Art? and aren't we all Earth artists? Well. No. Not exactly.
Oh. Okay. I knew about the spiral jetty- but, had never thought to consider who the artist behind it was.
Robert Smithson is the man behind this and it was an interview with Alison Sky that he made reference to the term entropy. As it turns out- time, erosion and pedestrians have taken it's toll on the spiral and now there are plans to drill nearby which would cause it to further disintegrate. Apparently, before his death, Mr Smithson had already anticipated the demise of the creation and wasn't all that concerned with the inevitable.
Oh. Okay. Intriguing. But, now I need more Earth Art!
WOW! I never thought of it before.. but a child on the beach building a sand-castle is a Land (Earth) Artist! I really was intrigued with this sand art! It looks like a quilt pattern- imagine if someone were to see it from an airplane. They might suspect that it was outer-space Grannies that were attempting to cover the land-masses and protect the beaches from predators!
And consider this stone river in CA.
Maybe the builders of China's Great Wall were more interested in aesthetics than actually keeping out Genghis Khan, Marco Polo and the rest of the worldly infidels? What if we interpreted in wrongly all these years, ha!
* Another word of trivia I had to google. Sam Hill (euphemism) - Sam Hill is an American English slang phrase.
or does Mike Huckabee sound like and resemble this guy??
Tim Conway
Okay-- I just couldn't seem to quit youtubing (is that a legit activity? LOL?) Carol Burnett skits. Found this one of Tim Conway and it soooo reminds me of Mike!
At least he can spell-- sometimes! Unlike that other political icon, Dan Quail*. ;-P Big cheezy grin!
BTW... I like Mike! Mike used to be my neighbor way long ago when we lived in Hope.
His sister, Patty, was my babysitter. I loved Patty. We had good times singing in the front porch swings and twirling. She was and is a really wonderful person.
While I'm really not all that entrenched in politics this year- I will click here to go to Mike's site. You can, too!
Tomorrow is Super Tuesday- speak up! Exercise your right to vote, there have been a lot of men and women give their lives so that we can enjoy that particular freedom.
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Thus begins the lyrics to a very famous theme song for the Carol Burnett Show.
Not only is it familiar and comforting- it's so full of truth.
Carol's Theme
I'm so glad we had this time together, Just to have a laugh, or sing a song. Seems we just got started and before you know it Comes the time we have to say, 'So long.'
There's a time you put aside for dreamin', And a time for things you have to do. The time I love the best is in the evening - I can spend a moment here with you.
When the time comes that I'm feelin lonely, And I'm feelin' ohooooo - so blue, I just sit back and think of you, only, And the Happiness still comes through.
That's why I'm glad we had this time together, 'Cause it makes me feel like I belong. Seems we just got started and before you know it Comes the time we have to say, 'So long.'
My very dear MIL sent me the link to this after our family gathered one last time before niece, Jocelyn's, flight. She leaves for training in VA and then onto Russia. We ask special prayers for her (and room-mate, Jessica's) safe travels and their security while serving Him in a foreign land.
If I could rewrite those lyrics- I think I would include a verse about reuniting and the joy of looking forward to that event.
Let's face it. I had my wisdom teeth pulled out years ago- and should have kept them and asked them to remove my sweet tooth instead.
I figure the reason I keep bingeing during the winter and Christmas seasons is partly the hibernation gene kicking in and mostly because I can not control my sweet tooth.
I love (yes, I know I use that phrase alot!- but, it's true!) sweets.
I was reading an article on curbing those insatiable cravings and part of the article included a quiz.
"Do you crave: sweet, salty, sour, crunchy or chewy?"
Well. For me- that would be all the above so long as it's covered in chocolate. I did take to heart the behavior modification techniques that were suggested to curb those cravings and I found one that I'm going to concentrate on.
The answer: Substitution.
Uh-- no. I don't mean to say that I'll go for sugar-free chocolate flavored crap either. YUCK.
What I have devised is virtually indulging (maybe that should read e-dulging?) my bad habit! I'm going to just find pictures of my craving and journal about it. Crossing my fingers it doesn't backfire on me!!
Anyway.... as an experiment in that vice, may I present one of my favorites?
The chocolate orange. And, not just any chocolate orange!
Whack and unwrap! It's a Terry's Chocolate Orange treat made by Kraft.
And, yes- there is a differrence!! I discovered some "other" brand this past December and they are not the same!
While I was searching for a virtual image- I discovered this site! YUMMMMM!
So... let's indulge! There's no calories for looking! Doesn't cost anything either! And, yes- I know that tooths is a plural word in the title that doesn't exist!! But... if you are referring to multiple people that have individual sweet tooths and they only have one per person- then wouldn't that read as tooths rather than teeth? Guess that's a question for the grammar police.
I'm off to virtually treat myself with sugary satisfaction. Oh... and then hop over for a taste of reality at the Hungry Girl site.
I'm not really sure why.... except that it's a nonsense holiday celebrating nothing more than a myth and a large rat! Oh, and the weather misforecast of Bill Murray!
Anyway... watch this over and over! Or you can come over and watch the whole video with me all day!
According to the National Climate Data Center website Groundhog Day has its origins in an ancient celebration of a point mid-way between the Winter Solstice and the Spring Equinox. Superstition has it that fair weather was seen as forbearance of a stormy and cold second half to winter. The early Christians in Europe established the custom of Candlemas Day, when the clergy would bless candles and people would light them in each window of their homes to ward off the darkness of mid-winter.
But the legend of the February 2nd forecast also persisted, as captured in this old English saying:
If Candlemas be fair and bright, Winter has another flight. If Candlemas brings clouds and rain, Winter will not come again.
The trail of groundhog history actually leads back to Clymer H. Freas, city editor of the Punxsutawney Spirit newspaper. In 1887, he was inspired by a group of local hunters and gourmets who held a groundhog hunt followed by a picnic barbecue of, well, you know. Anyway, Freas thought it so much fun that he wrote up the group as the Punxsutawney Groundhog Club and went on to promote the Punxsutawney Groundhog as the official weather forecaster. As he embellished the story year after year, other newspapers picked it up and soon everyone looked to Punxsutawney Phil for the critical prediction of when spring would return to the nation.
BTW... the groundhog would have most definitely seen his shadow here today. Six more weeks. Ugh. Spring can't get here soon enough!
Believer.. Daughter, Sister, Tia...Student of Art and Life.... Cat Herder.... Bark Park Administrator...
from salvage to selvage- I take scraps of this and scraps of that to make a patched up life.
David Bloom and his famous "Bloom-mobile" went to work following the invasion of Iraq in 2003. A blood clot in his leg travelled to his lungs and ended his journalism journey and life. 
Oh. Okay. I knew about the spiral jetty- but, had never thought to consider who the artist behind it was.
WOW! I never thought of it before.. but a child on the beach building a sand-castle is a Land (Earth) Artist!
While I'm really not all that entrenched in politics this year- I will click here to go to Mike's site. You can, too!
