Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Enjoy life .... it has an expiration date.

The True Story of Rudolph

A man named Bob May, depressed and brokenhearted, stared out his drafty apartment window into the chilling December night.

His 4-year-old daughter Barbara sat on his lap quietly sobbing. Bob's wife, Evelyn, was dying of cancer.

Little Barbara couldn't understand why her mommy could never come home. Barbara looked up into her dad's eyes and asked,

"Why isn't Mommy just like everybody else's Mommy?" Bob's jaw tightened and his eyes welled with tears. Her question

brought waves of grief, but also of anger. It had been the story of Bob's life. Life always had to be different for Bob.

Small when he was a kid, Bob was often bullied by other boys. He was too little at the time to compete in sports.

He was often called names he'd rather not remember. From childhood, Bob was different and never seemed to fit in.

Bob did complete college, married his loving wife and was grateful to get his job as a copywriter at Montgomery Ward

during the Great Depression. Then he was blessed with his little girl. But it was all short-lived. Evelyn's bout with cancer

stripped them of all their savings and now Bob and his daughter were forced to live in a two-room apartment in the Chicago slums.

Evelyn died just days before Christmas in 1938.

 

Bob struggled to give hope to his child, for whom he couldn't even afford to buy a Christmas gift. But if

he couldn't buy a gift, he was determined to make one a storybook! Bob had created an animal character in his own

mind and told the animal's story to little Barbara to give her comfort and hope. Again and again Bob told the story,

embellishing it more with each telling. Who was the character? What was the story all about? The story Bob May

created was his own autobiography in fable form. The character he created was a misfit outcast like he was. The

name of the character? A little reindeer named Rudolph, with a big shiny nose. Bob finished the book just in time to give

it to his little girl on Christmas Day. But the story doesn't end there.

 

The general manager of Montgomery Ward caught wind of the little storybook and offered Bob May a nominal fee to purchase the

rights to print the book. Wards went on to print, Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer and distribute it to children visiting Santa Claus in their

stores. By 1946 Wards had printed and distributed more than six million copies of Rudolph. That same year, a major

publisher wanted to purchase the rights from Wards to print an updated version of the book.

In an unprecedented gesture of kindness, the CEO of Wards returned all rights back to Bob May. The book became a best seller. Many toy and

marketing deals followed and Bob May, now remarried with a growing family, became wealthy from the story he created to

comfort his grieving daughter. But the story doesn't end there either.

 

Bob's brother-in-law, Johnny Marks, made a song adaptation to Rudolph. Though the song was turned down by such popular

vocalists as Bing Crosby and Dinah Shore , it was recorded by the singing cowboy, Gene Autry. "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed

Reindeer" was released in 1949 and became a phenomenal success, selling more records than any other Christmas song,

with the exception of "White Christmas." The gift of love that Bob May created for his daughter so long ago kept on returning back

to bless him again and again. And Bob May learned the lesson, just like his dear friend Rudolph, that being

different isn't so bad. In fact, being different can be a blessing.

Monday, December 30, 2013

clarity

A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside. "That laundry is not very clean; she doesn't know how to wash correctly. Perhaps she needs better laundry soap." Her husband looks on, remaining silent. Every time her neighbor hangs her wash to dry, the young woman makes the same comments. A month later, the woman is surprised to see a nice clean wash on the line and says to her husband: "Look, she's finally learned how to wash correctly. I wonder who taught her this? " The husband replies, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our windows." And so it is with life... What we see when watching others depends on the clarity of the window through which we look

Sunday, December 29, 2013

The "W" in Christmas


The "W" in Christmas - Author Unknown

Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations -- extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.

My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six-year-old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant."
I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise.

So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.

Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title.

Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snowcaps upon their heads. Those in the front row-center stage -- held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song. As the class would sing "C is for Christmas," a child would hold up the letter C. Then, "H is for Happy," and on and on, until each child holding up his portion had presented the complete message, "Christmas Love."

The performance was going smoothly, until suddenly, we noticed her; a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down -- totally unaware her letter "M" appeared as a "W."

The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at this little one's mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W." Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen. In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.

For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear:
"C H R I S T W A S L O V E"And, I believe, HE still is.


 

Saturday, December 28, 2013

the gunslinger


                            "The Gunslinger"


An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading a tired old mule. The old man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat. 
He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. 
As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, can you dance?"

The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No son, I don't dance... never really wanted to."

A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna dance now!" and started shooting at the old man's feet.

The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.

Everybody standing around was laughing. 

When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled 12 gauge shotgun and cocked both hammers.

The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air. The crowd stopped laughing immediately.

The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly.

The silence was deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin 1
2 gauge barrels.

The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said;

"Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"

The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir... but...but I've always wanted to."



There are a few lessons for all of us here:
*Don't be arrogant. *Don't waste ammunition. *Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are. *Always make sure you know who is in control.*And finally, don't screw around with old folks; they didn't get old by being stupid.

                                                   I just love a story with a happy ending, don't you?

 

 

Friday, December 27, 2013

true love


It was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman in his eighties arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would to able to attend to him. I saw him check his watch anxi...ously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound since I... was not busy with another patient. On examination, the wound was well healed. Hence, I talked to one of the doctors to get the supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. We began to engage in a conversation while I was taking care of his wound. I asked him if he had another doctor's appointment later as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no and said that he needed to go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his wife. I inquired about her health. He told me that she had been in the nursing home for a while as she was a victim of Alzheimer's disease. I probed further and asked if she would be upset if he was slightly late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was and she had not been able to recognize him since five years ago. I asked him in surprise, "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said, "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is." I had to hold back my tears as he left. I had goose bumps on my arm, and I thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." True love is neither physical nor romantic.

True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Jesus knows you're here

Jesus Knows You're Here


  A burglar broke into a house one night.
  He shined his flashlight around,
  looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said,
  'Jesus knows you're here.'

  He nearly jumped out of his skin,
  clicked his flashlight off, and froze.

  When he heard nothing more,
  after a bit, he shook his head and
  continued.

  Just as he pulled the stereo out so
  he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he
  heard 'Jesus is watching you.'

  Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically,
  looking for the source of the voice.

  Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight
  beam came to rest on a parrot.




  'Did you say that?' he hissed at the parrot.

  'Yep', the parrot confessed, then squawked,
  'I'm just trying to warn you that he is
  watching you.'

  The burglar relaxed. 'Warn me,
  huh? Who in the world are you ?'

  'Moses,' replied the bird.

  'Moses?' the burglar laughed.
  'What kind of people would name a bird
  Moses?'

  'The kind of people that would name a
  Rottweiler Jesus.'

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas

Celebrate the holidays with these hilarious lines from a great Christmas classic.

My little brother had not eaten voluntarily in over three years.
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

Only one thing in the world could've dragged me away from the soft glow of electric sex gleaming in the window.
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

I want an Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Oh my god, I shot my eye out!"
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Where's the glue?"
"We're out of glue."
"You used up all the glue on purpose!"
- Mr. Parker and Mrs. Parker in A Christmas Story

"I have since heard of people under extreme duress speaking in strange tongues. I became conscious that a steady torrent of obscenities and swearing of all kinds was pouring out of me as I screamed."
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Meanwhile, I struggled for exactly the right BB gun hint. It had to be firm, but subtle."
"Flick says he saw some grizzly bears near Pulaski's candy store!"
"They looked at me as if I had lobsters crawling out of my ears."
- Ralphie as Adult and Young Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Oooh fuuudge!"
"Only I didn't say "Fudge." I said THE word, the big one, the queen-mother of dirty words, the 'F-dash-dash-dash' word!"
- Ralphie and Ralphie as Adult in A Christmas Story

"It was all over - I was dead. What would it be? The guillotine? Hanging? The chair? The rack? The Chinese water torture? Hmmph. Mere child's play compared to what surely awaited me."
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"We plunged into the cornucopia quivering with desire and the ecstasy of unbridled avarice."
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl."
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Some men are Baptists, others Catholics; my father was an Oldsmobile man."
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"In the heat of battle my father wove a tapestry of obscenities that as far as we know is still hanging in space over Lake Michigan."
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"I had heard that word at least ten times a day from my old man. He worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium; a master."
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Fra-gee-lay. That must be Italian."
- Mr. Parker in A Christmas Story

"Over the years I got to be quite a connoisseur of soap. Though my personal preference was for Lux, I found that Palmolive had a nice, piquant after-dinner flavor - heavy, but with a touch of mellow smoothness. Life Buoy, on the other hand... YECCHH!"
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"He looks like a deranged Easter Bunny."
"He does not!"
"He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!"
- Mr. Parker and Mrs. Parker in A Christmas Story

"Getting ready to go to school was like getting ready for extended deep-sea diving."
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Now I know that some of you put Flick up to this, but he has refused to say who. But those who did it know their blame, and I'm sure that the guilt you must feel would be far worse than any punishment you might receive. Now, don't you feel terrible? Don't you feel remorse for what you have done? Well, that's all I'm going to say about poor Flick."
"Adults loved to say things like that but kids knew better. We knew darn well it was always better not to get caught."
- Miss Shields and Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Randy lay there like a slug! It was his only defense!"
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Scut Farkus! What a rotten name! There he stood, between us and the alley. Scut Farkus staring out at us with his yellow eyes. He had yellow eyes! So, help me, God! Yellow eyes!"
- Ralphie in A Christmas Story

"Well I double-DOG-dare ya!"
"Now it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a "triple dare ya"? And then, the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare." "I TRIPLE-dog-dare ya!" "Schwartz created a slight breach of etiquette by skipping the triple dare and going right for the throat!"
- Ralphie, Narrator and Schwartz in A Christmas Story

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

coke

To prove Coke does not belong in the human body, here are 20 practical ways you can use Coke as a domestic cleaner:
  1. Removes grease stains from clothing and fabric
  2. Removes rust; methods include using fabric dipped in Coke, a sponge or even aluminum foil. Also loosens rusty bolts
  3. Removes blood stains from clothing and fabric.
  4. Cleans oil stains from a garage floor; let the stain soak, hose off.
  5. Kills slugs and snails; the acids kills them.
  6. Cleans burnt pans; let the pan soak in the Coke, then rinse.
  7. Descales a kettle (same method as with burnt pans)
  8. Cleans car battery terminals by pouring a small amount of Coke over each one.
  9. Cleans your engine; Coke distributors have been using this technique for decades.
  10. Makes pennies shine; soaking old pennies in Coke will remove the tarnish.
  11. Cleans tile grout; pour onto kitchen floor, leave for a few minutes, wipe up.
  12. Dissolves a tooth; Use a sealed container…takes a while but it does work.
  13. Removes gum from hair; dip into a small bowl of Coke, leave a few minutes. Gum will wipe off.
  14. Removes stains from vitreous china.
  15. Got a dirty pool? Adding two 2-liter bottles of Coke clears up rust.
  16. You can remove (or fade) dye from hair by pouring diet Coke over it.
  17. Remove marker stains from carpet. Applying Coke, scrubbing and then clean with soapy water will remove marker stains.
  18. Cleans a toilet; pour around bowl, leave for a while, flush clean.
  19. Coke and aluminum foil will bring Chrome to a high shine.
  20. Strips paint off metal furniture. Soak a towel in Coke and lay it on the paint surface.
Now can you imagine what is does to your stomach lining? 

Sunday, December 22, 2013

circle

My circle met at one of our members home.  We are studying the women of the Bible.  This month it is Miriam.  She is the sister of Moses.  When he mother put Moses is the basket in the Bull rushes in hopes of protecting him, Miriam stay near by to protect him and watch over him.  When the Pharaoh's daughter found him she was there to help her find a wet nurse for him. It was surprising that she suggested her mother as the wet nurse.  Yes, that would mean that Moses's mother actually got to raise her own child.  I found it very interesting the strength of character the Bible women had during such difficult times.  Of course while we were there we drink coffee and ate Christmas goodies.   We had a short meeting. What a lovely group of women.   I had to cut it short as I had a lunch date with friends and family.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

How many can you get


1. Johnny's mother had three children. The first child was named April. The second child was named May. What was the third child's name?

2. There is a clerk at the butcher shop, he is five feet ten inches tall and he wears size 13 sneakers. What does he weigh?

3.. Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the world?

4. How much dirt is there in a hole that measures two feet by three feet by four feet?

5. What word in the English Language is always spelled incorrectly?

6. Billy was born on December 28th, yet his birthday is always in the summer. How is this possible?

7. In California , you cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg. Why not?

8 What was the President's Name in 1975?

9. If you were running a race, and you passed the person in 2nd place, what place would you be in now?

10.. Which is correct to say, "The yolk of the egg are white" or "The yolk of the egg is white"?

11. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks in the other field, how many haystacks would he have if he combined them all in another field?


Here are the Answers:
1. Johnny's mother had three children. The first child was named April. The second child was named May. What was the third child's name?

Answer: Johnny of course

2. There is a clerk at the butcher shop, he is five feet ten inches tall, and he wears size 13 sneakers. What does he weigh?

Answer: Meat.

3. Before Mt. Everest was discovered, what was the highest mountain in the world?

Answer: Mt. Everest ; it just wasn't discovered yet. [You're not very good at this are you?]

4. How much dirt is there in a hole that measures two feet by three feet by four feet?

Answer: There is no dirt in a hole.

5. What word in the English Language is always spelled incorrectly?

Answer: Incorrectly

6. Billy was born on December 28th, yet her birthday is always in the summer. How is this possible?

Answer: Billy lives in the Southern Hemisphere

7. In California , you cannot take a picture of a man with a wooden leg. Why not?

Answer: You can't take pictures with a wooden leg. You need a camera to take pictures.

8. What was the President's Name in 1975?

Answer: Same as is it now - Barack Obama [Oh, come on ......]

9. If you were running a race, and you passed the person in 2nd place, what place would you be in now?

Answer: You would be in 2nd.. Well, you passed the person in second place, not first.

10. Which is correct to say, "The yolk of the egg are white" or "The yolk of the egg is white"?

Answer: Neither, the yolk of the egg is yellow [Duh]

11. If a farmer has 5 haystacks in one field and 4 haystacks in the other field, how many haystacks would he have if he combined them all in another field?

Answer: One. If he combines all of his haystacks, they all become one big stack.

You can go back to sleep now .....

 

Friday, December 20, 2013

Lunch with my family

I invited my two nephews out for a Christmas lunch.  I am going to Jamestown this year and would not be around for Christmas.  But I was pleasantly surprised when I arrived and saw that my nephew's girlfriend and one of her daughters had joined us.  Also my nephews' step brother also joined us.  There were six people for lunch.  The reason that the girlfriend and her daughter were there is that her daughter had broken her arm at school and they had gone to the emergency room to have it set and casted.  It was a very lively lunch and I must say that it did my heart good to see that they really do care.  It is also one of the groups that I motorcycle with.  What fun. I actually had my extended family together for the first time during the holidays. 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Amazing Shadow Sculptures by Tim Noble and Sue Webster
From discarded wood, welded scrap metal, broken tools, cigarette packets, soda cans and piles of trash, Tim Noble and Sue Webster make assemblages and then point light to create projected shadows of people standing, sitting, smoking, drinking or anything easily recognizable. Every debris is precisely set in place, taking into consideration its distance from the wall, and its angle with the spotlight. The result is surprising and powerful as it redefines how abstract forms can transform into figurative ones.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

this was written by Ben Stein

He read this on the CBS Morning Shpw

My  confession:
I don't like getting pushed  around for being a Jew, and I don't think  Christians like getting pushed around for being  Christians. I think people who believe in God  are sick and tired of getting pushed around,  period. I have no idea where the concept came  from, that America is an explicitly atheist  country. I can't find it in the Constitution and  I don't like it being shoved down my throat.  

Or maybe I can put it another way: where  did the idea come from that we should worship  celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God  as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that  I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us  who are wondering where these celebrities came  from and where the America we knew went to.  

In light of the many jokes we send to  one another for a laugh, this is a little  different: This is not intended to be a joke;  it's not funny, it's intended to get you  thinking.
   In  light of recent events--terrorists attacks,  school shootings, etc. I think it started when  Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her  body found a few years ago) complained she  didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said  OK. Then someone said you better not read the  Bible in school .   The  Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not  steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And  we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said  we shouldn't spank our children when they  misbehave, because their little personalities  would be warped and we might damage their  self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide).  We said an expert should know what he's talking  about. And we said okay.
   Now  we're asking ourselves why our children have no  conscience, why they don't know right from  wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill  strangers, their classmates, and  themselves.

Probably, if we think about  it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I  think it has a great deal to do with, 'WE REAP  WHAT WE SOW.' 

Funny how simple it is for  people to trash God and then wonder why the  world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what  the newspapers say, but question what the Bible  says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through  e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when  you start sending messages regarding the Lord,  people think twice about sharing. Funny how  lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass  freely through cyberspace, but public discussion  of God is suppressed in the school and  workplace. 

Are you laughing yet?  

Funny how when you forward this message,  you will not send it to many on your address  list because you're not sure what they believe,  or what they will think of you for sending it.  

Funny how we can be more worried about  what other people think of us than what God  thinks of us. 

Pass it on if you think it  has merit. 

If not, then just discard it.  No one will know you did. But, if you discard  this thought process, don't sit back and  complain about what bad shape the world is in.  

My Best Regards, Honestly and  Respectfully, 

Ben  Stein



Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Life lesson

Anger, hate, jealousy, envy, fear.  Fill you pockets with these heavy stones and you spend your life trying not to drown.  Throw them away and you float.  The great current of life simply sweeps you up and carries you joyously to the place you were,  always meant to come.  Make no mistake, you will arrive there either way , through struggle or surrender.  But one is the way of pain, the other of peace.

Monday, December 16, 2013

God.com

TO:  God.Com
Dear  Lord,



Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head:

God  bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm
And safe from harm
For they're so close to me.

And  God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do;
Hope you don't mind me asking,
Please bless my computer too.

Now I know that it's unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.

You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.

I know so much about them
By  the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you.
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew..

Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.

Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits 'send'.

When you update your Heavenly list
On your own Great CD-ROM,
Bless everyone who says this prayer
Sent up to GOD.Com


Amen

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Saturday, December 14, 2013

book signing

 
 
Wine, goodies and a chance to meet Amy Thielen.  She is the author of The New Midwestern Table.  She also has her own cooking show on the Food network on Saturday morning.  It airs at 9:30.  She lives in Park Rapids.  The book signing was at First Impressions Saloon owned by Deb Theisen.  Her Dad was my chemistry teacher at BHS.  I had a great time and ran into several people I knew.     

Friday, December 13, 2013

Bank dinner





I attended the First National Bank  Christmas party.  It was held at the Hampton Inn.  They served a delicious dinner of turkey, mashed potatoes and dressing. We heard from the bank president who discussed the state of the bank.  He gave use a heart filled welcome.   After the meal we were entertained by a local family band called Free Indeed singing Christmas Carols that were all familiar to all of us.    We had a great time. 

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Homemakers Christmas party



the gifts we made for our guest are behind the pies





This is my personal favorite event of the Hubbard Mothers homemakers circle.  We each donate a portion of the food for the dinner.  We serve turkey and all the fixings.  I am in charge of the pies.    We invite the elderly from Becida around 12 people and have a Christmas party for them.  We make them gifts.  This year it was the lighted glass building blocks.  We each bring 24 pieces of either candy or cookies from which we make plates of goodies that they get to take home.   We also do our gift exchange from our secret pal which is revealed to us that night.  It is so much fun.  The food is delicious.  We also have a short program which reveals some aspect of the true meaning of Christmas.  This year we sang carols and a club member would read a short history of that Christmas Carol.  So far we still have Christ in our Christmas gathering.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

mitten tree

This one of the two mitten trees that First Lutheran church puts up yearly.  Everyone is encouraged to place mittens, hats, scarves, and even socks on the trees.  As the trees get full they lay their offering on the tree skirt at the bottom.  This tree is in the gathering area and the other is in the fellowship hall.  Then the items are brought to the institutions that distribute them to those in need.  People crochet, knit or buy the items donated.  There are other places in town that have mitten trees.  Now is the time they need our donations.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Christmas party with my motorcycle friends

 



I had such a great time at the Christmas party.  There was about 18 people at the party.  These are the folks with whom I motorcycle.  A lot of stories were told.  Plans for the Christmas holidays were discussed.  We heard a lot of motorcycle stories.  The hostess served prime rib and we brought all the other fixings.  I made artisan bread.  Everyone thought ti was delicious.  I really got a laugh as the top two pictures are what I thought I might bring, but my friend brought them we really laughed over that one.  Who needs two broccoli trees  and two plates of strawberry Santa Claus at the same party.  Fun, fun, fun. It really helped put me in the Christmas mood. 

Monday, December 9, 2013

coffee with friends


Three of us just recently visited a home of our friend.  We had a great time drinking coffee, talking and laughing,  I asked if I could take a picture of her doll house on which she is working. I thought this is just the ticket for me to start just in case Jamon and Nat  have a second child and it happens to be a girl.  I can see it will take years to complete so I will get started next summer.  I have the winter months to plan my project and get my dimensions in proportion to the miniatures that are on the market.  I see a lot of Internet work in my future.

Sunday, December 8, 2013

sundogs


A sundog  is an atmospheric phenomenon that creates bright spots of light in the sky, often on a luminous ring or halo on either side of the sun.
Sundogs may appear as a colored patch of light to the left or right  in ice halos. They can be seen anywhere in the world during any season, but they are not always obvious or bright. Sundogs are best seen and are most conspicuous when the sun is low.  Prisms of ice form in the air and light is refracted by them.   Amazing.

The following is a science lesson that was e-mailed to me so I thought I would include it also.

There are some beautiful things about winter. Did you see the sundogs?

From Hal Borland's lovely book "Sundials of the Seasons":

"The snowflake and the ice crystals have their own symmetrical beauty, colorless as water; but a cloud of minute ice crystals flung across the eastern sky at sunrise on a frosty morning can produce sun dogs which are as colorful as rainbows and are sometimes mistaken for rainbow fragments in the wrong part of the sky. Sun dogs and rainbows are related, since both are caused by sunlight's being reflected and refracted from moisture in the air. The rainbow is sunlight broken down into the spectrum by the curved surfaces of raindrops; the bow is all the way across the sky from the sun. Sun dogs are sunlight broken into the spectrum by the prism surfaces of the ice crystals, and sun dogs are seen in the same area of the sky with the sun. The ice crystals are very small. They make up those cirro-stratus clouds which ride high in the sky ahead of a Winter storm center. Sun dogs (and moon dogs) are as beautiful accents to a Winter day or night as the rainbow is to a showery Summer day."

Saturday, December 7, 2013

help

A caring husband sees that his wife is busy in the kitchen and offers to help.

 

He: “My dear, what can I do to help you?”
 
She: “Take this bag of potatoes, peel half of them, and put them in the big pot to cook.”
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, December 6, 2013

The rest of the story

Snow, snow, snow.
Well sprain and all I had to continue plowing because with a 4 wheeler and 5 foot plow you can only handle around 10 - 12 inches of snow.  Well, I expected that my four wheeler would start this morning after the gas evaporated off the plug.  But no such luck.  I had to change the spark plug.  But  I had to drive to town to pick one up.  So before I left for town I went to get the book on how to remove the plug.  Low and behold, my type A personality actually saved me.  There in the 4-wheeler file was a new spark plug for emergencies.  I did not remember replacing it after the last change.  So no trip to town. Yippee. So I changed the plug and still no go.  So I put the charger on the battery for just an extra boost of power.  That is when I noticed the kill switch was on. It was all the time. My glove must have brushed it over when I got off the machine when I finish plowing on Monday. It started and I did round 2 on
Tuesday.  Now I am expecting to plow again on Wednesday. But it is quilting day at the church so I will go but watch the weather so I can get home okay. So that afternoon I removed snow. But it snowed the rest of the afternoon and into the night.    Then Thursday I  removed the final amount of snow.   I got my 4-wheeler stuck in the ditch and had to use my pick-up to pull it out and bring it back into the yard.  Now  I need to tell you about cleaning off my roof. Read on tomorrow.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

pledge drive

I was planning on helping with the Lakeland Public TV pledge drive.  I have done it for the past two years.  I had a very busy day with helping a friend attend her two doctor appointments and help her buy groceries.  I picked her up at 9:30 and didn't get home until 12:30.  By that time the snow was just about over so I got ready for the first round of snow removal.  We are getting snow Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday this week.  I finally finished all the snow blowing, plowing and shoveling by 3:30.  But I tried to restarted my plow and it would not go.  So I hooked up the truck to the plow and pulled it in the steel building.  After unhooking it I was able to push it out of the way.  I figured that I had fouled the plug and it would clear up by the next day or I would change it.  That is when I slipped on a patch of snow by the doorway and twisted my ankle.   After soaking my ankle in ice water I wrapped it with elastic wrap and propped it up.  I applied heat and called in to cancel my place at the pledge drive.  I really missed taking the calls.  It is a fun thing to do. There is more story to my 4-wheeler not starting.  Wait for a later installment of this story.  As I am writing this story we are expecting more snow.       

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

no joke


WARNING  # 3:Some knew  about the red light on cars, but not Dialing 112.

It  was about 1:00 p.m. In the afternoon, and Lauren was driving to visit a  friend. An UNMARKED police car pulled up behind her and put his lights  on. Lauren's parents have always told her to never pull over for an  unmarked car on the side of the road, but rather to wait until they get  to a gas station, etc.

Lauren  had actually listened to her parents advice, and promptly  called, 112 on  her cell phone to tell the police dispatcher that she would not pull  over right away. She proceeded to tell the dispatcher that there was an  unmarked police car with a flashing red light on his rooftop behind her.  The dispatcher checked to see if there were police cars where she was  and there weren't, and he told her to keep driving, remain calm and that  he had back up already on the way.


Ten  minutes later 4 cop cars surrounded her and the unmarked car behind her.  One policeman went to her side and the others surrounded the car behind.  They pulled the guy from the car and tackled him to the ground. The man  was a convicted rapist and wanted for other crimes.

I never knew  about the 112  Cell Phone feature.  I tried it on my AT&T phone & it said, "Dialing Emergency  Number."
 Especially  for a woman alone in a car, you should not pull over for an unmarked  car. Apparently police have to respect your right to keep going on to a  safe place.

*Speaking to a  service representative at Bell Mobility confirmed that 112  was a direct link to State trooper info. So,  now it's your turn to let your friends know about "Dialing,  112"

You  may want to send this to every Man, Woman & Youngster you know; it  may well save a life.

This  applies to ALL 50 statesPLEASE PASS  ALONG TO FRIENDS AND FAMILY, IT CAN SAVE A LIFE....
 


SITUATION..
While  driving on a rural end of the roadway on Thursday morning, I saw an  infant car seat on the side of the road with a blanket draped over  it.
For whatever reason, I did not stop, even though I had all kinds  of thoughts running through my head. But when I got to my destination, I  called the Canton PD and they were going to check it out. But, this is  what the Police advised even before they went out there to  check....


"There are  several things to be aware of ... Gangs and thieves are now plotting  different ways to get a person (mostly women) to stop their vehicle and  get out of the car.


"There is a gang  initiation reported by the local Police Department where gangs are  placing a car seat by the road...with a fake baby in it....waiting for a  woman, of course, to stop and check on the abandoned  baby.


"Note that the  location of this car seat is usually beside a wooded or grassy (field)  area and the person -- woman -- will be dragged into the woods, beaten  and raped, and usually left for dead. If it's a man, they're usually  beaten and robbed and maybe left for dead, too.


DO NOT STOP FOR  ANY REASON!!! DIAL 9-1-1 AND REPORT WHAT YOU SAW, BUT DON 'T EVEN SLOW  DOWN.

Oh  yeah, about the EGGS:

"IF  YOU ARE DRIVING AT NIGHT AND EGGS ARE THROWN AT YOUR WINDSHIELD, DO NOT  STOP TO CHECK YOUR CAR, DO NOT OPERATE THE WIPERS AND DO NOT SPRAY  ANY WATER BECAUSE EGGS MIXED WITH WATER BECOME MILKY, AND BLOCK  YOUR VISION UP TO 92.5%, AND YOU ARE THEN FORCED TO STOP BESIDE THE ROAD  AND BECOME A VICTIM OF THESE CRIMINALS.

THIS IS A NEW  TECHNIQUE USED BY GANGS, SO PLEASE INFORM YOUR FRIENDS AND  RELATIVES.


THESE ARE  DESPERATE TIMES AND THESE ARE UNSAVORY INDIVIDUALS WHO WILL TAKE  DESPERATE MEASURES TO GET WHAT THEY WANT."


Please talk to  your loved ones about this. This is a new tactic being used. Please be safe.
 

 

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

decorating for chirstmas


 
I have added two Christmas trees and a bliss light spot light to my Christmas lights this year. The two trees were easy to photograph, but I just can't get a picture of the spotlighted tree.  I will try to explain what a bliss light spotlight does.  It is a laser light that is split into thousands of beams which travel through space until they hit something to highlite.  It put thousands of tiny dots on my huge white pine to the North of my garage.  The technology was developed for the theme parks that use lighting to make things look magical.  I have walked into my yard and took in the beauty, but tonight I will be coming home after dark and will get to see what my neighbors see when they drive by.  I am excited to see the effects. 

Monday, December 2, 2013

Packing day


Monday was packing day at First Lutheran Church.  We will be shipping our donations to Lutheran World Relief early in December.  I helped with the quilts.  We packed 37 quilts for shipment over seas.  We packed just under 40 for distribution locally.  Others worked on school kits. layettes, health kits and sewing kits.  It always feels good to help others especially locally considering how cold it has been.   After we finished packing we drove to all the places that we deliver quilts. Locally we give to Churches United, Peoples Church, Village of Hope and the Battered Women organization. It is fun to see the smiles on the faces of those who will be distributing them to those that  need them. 

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Thanksgiving with friends



The three of us decided about a month ago that we would attend the Methodist Church Thanksgiving Dinner.  So off we went to the church.  It was surely fun.  Food was good, conversation excellent and we had fun.  I made a contact for motorcycling as we waited to go in. One of the greeters was a member of the Christian Motorcycle group from Bemidji.  I now know how to contact them next summer.  They go on a ride each month.  I think I will enjoy them.  The three of us had expressed the concern that we would not have any left overs this year.  So Wednesday I made a turkey breast, potatoes, dressing, gravy and pumpkin pies.  When we met at the church parking lot  I gave each of the gals a goody box filled with none other than the traditional leftovers.  What fun.