tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20536659687745711782024-03-12T22:44:34.848-05:00ALPHABET SOUPA little of this, a little of that!JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-23309501829870185512012-08-02T12:27:00.002-05:002012-08-02T14:30:55.665-05:00An Ode to America<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXg9Zi3oEYKG1fbWT_aQ9FkMxArUvnvh_FNcwxtNrqMS6wgoptOucryCZ4KPpLRjAorzP-oyNkcaxOom8sY2BSqli0Gl17qrclluNyR9CXu-4RsbdDXxsLnZhd__7GG8TMtAliAZHRl7H/s1600/American+flag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilXg9Zi3oEYKG1fbWT_aQ9FkMxArUvnvh_FNcwxtNrqMS6wgoptOucryCZ4KPpLRjAorzP-oyNkcaxOom8sY2BSqli0Gl17qrclluNyR9CXu-4RsbdDXxsLnZhd__7GG8TMtAliAZHRl7H/s200/American+flag.jpg" width="200" /></a><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;">We rarely get a chance to see another country's editorials </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-weight: bold;"><br />Read this excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper. The article was written
by Mr. Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title 'C'ntarea Americii,
meaning 'Ode To America ' in the Romanian newspaper Evenimentulzilei 'The Daily
Event' or 'News of the Day'.</span></span></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">~</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">An
Ode to America</span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">
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<b><i><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></i><i><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: black;">Why
are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even if you painted
them all one color! They speak all the languages of the world and form an
astonishing mixture of civilizations and religious beliefs.</span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">On 9/ll, the
American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a hand put on the
heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the Army, or the Secret Service
that they are only a bunch of losers. Nobody rushed to empty their bank
accounts. Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about. </span></span></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic;"><span style="color: black;"> </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">Instead the Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping
hand. </span><br style="color: black;" /><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over
the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the
national flag. They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and
on every car a government official or the president was passing. </span><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">On every
occasion, they started singing: 'God Bless</span></span></span></i><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;">
<i><span style="font-style: italic;">America!' <br /><br />I watched the live
broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to the story of the guy who
went down one hundred floors with a woman in a wheelchair without knowing who
she was, or of the Californian hockey player, who gave his life fighting with
the terrorists and prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have
killed other hundreds or thousands of people. <br /><br />How on earth were they
able to respond united as one human being? Imperceptibly, with every word and
musical note, the memory of some turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And
with every phone call, millions and millions of dollars were put into collection
aimed at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.
What on earth unites the Americans in such a way? Their land? Their history?
Their economic Power? Money? I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs
and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace, I thought things
over, I reached but only one conclusion...Only
</span></i></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic;">freedom</span></span></i></span><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic;">
can work such miracles.</span></span></i></span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic;"> </span></span></i></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt;"> </span></span><i><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic;"><br style="color: black;" /><span style="color: black;">Cornel
Nistorescu </span></span></span></i></b><b><i><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #004080; font-family: Arial; font-size: 18pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><var id="yiv2055825943yui-ie-cursor"></var></span></span></i></b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-8413083211621472572012-07-12T15:22:00.000-05:002012-07-25T12:37:29.676-05:00Crawdads, Crawfish & Mudbugs - spicy snacks!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YeBQpDyyM0UUhvmQdyNDVQ3q2ykqsmNP_9yLfFXFXMTyE5UQzOpf8yuzh4kyJ7j52RoByBJTevdPEKF1DV2gjuL1_l00aJ5Yz5LB_2bXzVq8VhFxxGKnQm9gv-mDfXmig2t7ERvd5rfc/s1600-h/crawdad4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331346237007987074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_YeBQpDyyM0UUhvmQdyNDVQ3q2ykqsmNP_9yLfFXFXMTyE5UQzOpf8yuzh4kyJ7j52RoByBJTevdPEKF1DV2gjuL1_l00aJ5Yz5LB_2bXzVq8VhFxxGKnQm9gv-mDfXmig2t7ERvd5rfc/s320/crawdad4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 170px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 203px;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 85%;"><b>When I was growing up in 1948 Nebraska, one of my favorite things to do on a Saturday morning was to go "crawdadding" with my dad and his friends.<br />
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Hmmm, you don't know what "crawdads" are....well, lets see, in the south they are called crawfish, the eastern United States folks call them crayfish and some parts of this great nation refer to them as mudbugs or yabbies. But in the central and western areas, they are just plain ole crawdads….miniature lobsters.<br />
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I loved to go with them. We’d hop into Dad’s old Model T Ford and the guys would discuss where the best spots would be. Dad had his favorite places, depending on how much rain we’d had. Since he was the driver, we’d usually go there.<br />
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Crawdaddin’ wasn’t involved, took absolutely no talent and was a great way for us kids to get wet and muddy without being yelled at for doing it. Mom would scold Dad for letting me come home covered with mud and smelly pond water but all she’d say to me was “don’t come into the house with those muddy clothes on”.<br />
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I can still remember the feel of the squishy mud between my toes and the prickly thrill that maybe we’d get our toes pinched by a wandering crawdad or some fish would "get" us. Occasionally a small water snake would be sunning itself on the shore and would slither into the pond…..it took a whole lot of persuading to get me into the water after seeing one.<br />
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Once we arrived at the right pond, dad would hang a piece of beef liver on a string tied to a piece of wood....then he'd toss it out into a pond or slough (a muddy body of water). They'd throw out 10 or more floating tidbits and wait for a few minutes for the smell to attract the crawdads. They hung out fairly close to shore, under debris hiding from fish, raccoons and other creatures that lived in the area. They were the favorite food of whatever fish happened to live in the pond and had learned the art of self-preservation.<br />
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The crawdads would swim up and grab the liver with their big claws. We (the kids) would wade out, pick up the wood and slip a homemade net under the crawdads and occasionally would find some 5 or 6 inchers....we'd really get excited if we happened to get those big ones! Then we would come back to shore and dump the net into a gunny sack. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><b>Once we got enough, a whole sack full, we'd head for home and empty the sack into our old claw bathtub filled with salty water. (on Saturday nights, I also was dumped into that tub…after Mom had scrubbed it out)<br />
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I was between 8-10 years old and loved to play with the crawdads before they turned into lunch! I’d look for the biggest ones and tease them to get them to open their claws. Had my fingers pinched many, many times. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhxlephAzokwXDN1DI-7RJzcD67-2eZnY44Exh3prvikm420KRoK7SC9gI7Bnwox0aUfYHHI8-IHRG6IWVu_5nlzP_MPDYIMuhbI4LKOBaRNAJxVG8Jf0_IHrHZ_fN6RyItxie_FUqssN/s1600-h/crawdads+cooked.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331338184887920530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhxlephAzokwXDN1DI-7RJzcD67-2eZnY44Exh3prvikm420KRoK7SC9gI7Bnwox0aUfYHHI8-IHRG6IWVu_5nlzP_MPDYIMuhbI4LKOBaRNAJxVG8Jf0_IHrHZ_fN6RyItxie_FUqssN/s200/crawdads+cooked.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 100px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 150px;" /></a></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><b>Once they were cleaned by the salty water and rinsed, Mom would cook batches of them in her big soup pot….she’d add spices and whatever else was necessary to give them a spicy flavor. They turned bright red and the smell wafted through the open windows and sooner or later the whole neighborhood <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_WqYOJMJOFs430Zq-MuN6hYorun3ldTyocpnYd1QlXFsLHPJczllQsXyIbRRlwYOaa0_DdJQRLbvuHyxYa9tuBmzlxiXSwd2eOI74cyoWQy-zb-iIQ0Pw47iHjRxlNEJWfcwpVpfiFteM/s1600-h/crawdads+3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331340573268550242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_WqYOJMJOFs430Zq-MuN6hYorun3ldTyocpnYd1QlXFsLHPJczllQsXyIbRRlwYOaa0_DdJQRLbvuHyxYa9tuBmzlxiXSwd2eOI74cyoWQy-zb-iIQ0Pw47iHjRxlNEJWfcwpVpfiFteM/s200/crawdads+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 113px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px;" /></a>would smell the spicy crawdads cooking, bring their beer and we'd have a party! (the kids didn't get beer...don't remember what we had)</b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2P1yP5FLzHGHrNuLF-bEaATpK3tVvxYQ13Zg5tfWtYd277TMQsVi93BQ_RRCFKtRDKqEaisb0KgZhNnTUNhYRhAH2LdHFNqN2Mt9iAYiAm8CPGfoQgeWdSKjz_qCkukPKFJPy9Ya64y3r/s1600-h/crawdads+3.jpg"></a> </div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><b>Thanks for letting me share my memories…..</b></span> </div>
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</div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-45801130781552699992012-07-10T09:16:00.000-05:002012-07-10T14:55:53.616-05:00YOU CAN Win at Carnival Games<br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Try these hints on your next visit to the State Fair or traveling carnival.....up your chances against the carnival's odds! You ARE aware that many of them are "fixed" in favor of the carnival......right? They are there to make a profit....not to send you home happily carrying a stuffed animal or plastic bag with a live goldfish in it. </span></b></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-size: small;">Balloon
Dart Throw</span></u></b></h3>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">The
balloons are under-inflated, and the dart tips are dull. Don’t hurl the darts
straight for the balloons, loft them in an arc for a better chance. Most people
aim for the middle, so the game operators will often hide the "good
prize" tags behind balloons on the outside edges. </span></b></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-size: small;">Milk
Bottle Throw </span></u></b></h3>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">The
bottles used in this carnival game are often made with leaded glasses making
them very heavy. The secret to winning the milk bottle throw is to aim at the
base of the bottom two containers rather then at the intersection of all three
bottles. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><u>BasketBall
Free-Throw</u> </span></b></h3>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">The basketball is over-inflated, the hoop is smaller than regulation
size and often an oval shape rather than circular. The backboard is made of
plywood and is very bouncy. Do not try
to rebound the shot. Use a high arc underhanded granny shot. Ever wonder why so many kids end up with a prize? Underhanded granny toss.</span></b></div>
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Can Toss</span></u><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Aim
for the back of the rim and toss the ball underhanded by gripping the ball on
top.
Give
the ball some backspin as you release it give a little flick of
the wrist so the ball starts spinning backwards in the air. The ball will hit the back rim and the backspin will dump it into the milk can.</span></b></div>
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<b><u><span style="font-size: small;">Test of Strength…the King of Carnival games</span></u><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br />
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object is to hit a pad with a mallet and ring a bell. To “win” aim for the center of the pad. Remember,
the center of the pad is the sweet spot. Make sure the face of the mallet hits
the pad squarely. Swing the mallet like you were splitting
wood. Have your strongest hand towards
the head of the mallet and your weaker hand as close to the handle edge as
possible. Bring the mallet up and over
your head and as you swing down your strong hand will slide down towards the end of
the handle. This gives you more control
and balance.</span></b></div>
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<b><u>Water Guns / Balloon Races</u> </b><br />
<b>First clue: Some guns have better
water flow then others, some targets are more sensitive then others, and
some compressors have better airflow then others. The only way to know
for sure is to observe a lot of games and see which ones win more often. </b></div>
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<b>Second clue: Make friends with the carnival worker, he can almost assuredly tell you which stations were most likely to
take home the prize.</b><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">The following tips can help your car become a less inviting target and slow down, discourage or actually prevent car theft.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">1. <span style="color: #cc0000;"> <span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Park in plain sight</span></span> -Thieves prefer to work out of sight of people and electro</span><span style="font-size: 100%;">nic recording devices, so leave your car in a well-lit, populated area.</span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">2. <span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Take your keys---always </span>- Car theft is often a crime of opportunity, so shut yours off and pocket your keys even if you're only ducking into a convenience store.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">3. <span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Don't hide your keys anywhere within or outside the car</span> - Thieves know all the hiding places you do, and probably a few more. Those magnetic key holders are BAD ideas.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">4. <span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Use a variety of methods to slow would-be thieves</span> - The more prevention methods you have the harder it will make a thief work to steal your car. Put on the emergency brake, turn your wheels hard to the left or right, set the car in "park" or in gear to make it more difficult to be quickly towed.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">5. <span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Disable your battery if parking long-term </span>- A thief won't spend the time trying to start a car with a possible dead battery. Yank one of the cable wires to your battery if you're leaving your car parked at an airport or anywhere where it will sit unattended for more than a few days.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">6. <span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;">Sign valuable parts </span>- Put the Vehicle Identification Number (VIN) on the inside of your trunk, inside your doors, on your sound system components and any other pricey parts thieves like to chop.<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;">With foresight and preventive measures that don't take much time, you can help ensure you'll never have to experience that unique nausea familiar to anyone finding a grease spot where their car was parked.</span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-14313157583328266512012-07-04T08:44:00.000-05:002012-07-25T12:38:05.494-05:00Where Did Our United States Jobs Go??????<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>This was sent to me by a friend who lost her job in August. She had worked at the same place for 15 years....but no longer. Her company could not compete with the foreign imports...many of which were actually American companies who chose to have their items made overseas.....cheaper? I suppose so. </b></span><br />
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John Smith started the day early having set his alarm clock (MADE IN JAPAN ) for 6 am. While his coffeepot (MADE IN CHINA) was perking, he shaved with his electric razor (MADE IN HONG KONG ). He put on a dress shirt (MADE IN SRILANKA ), designer jeans (MADE IN SINGAPORE ) and tennis shoes (MADE IN KOREA).<br />
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After cooking his breakfast in his new electric skillet (MADE IN INDIA ) he sat down with his calculator (MADE IN MEXICO ) to see how much he could spend today. After setting his watch (MADE IN TAIWAN) turning off his radio (MADE IN INDIA ) he got in his car (MADE IN GERMANY ) filled it with gas (FROM SAUDI ARABIA) and continued his search for a good paying AMERICAN JOB.<br />
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At the end of yet another discouraging and fruitless day of checking his computer (MADE IN MALAYSIA), John decided to relax for a while. He put on his sandals (MADE IN BRAZIL ) poured himself a glass of wine (MADE IN FRANCE ) and turned on his TV (MADE IN INDONESIA ), and then wondered why he can't find a good paying job in AMERICA.<br />
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Do you see anything WRONG with this story? You should.</b></span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-44052642407844440772012-07-03T10:35:00.000-05:002012-07-10T09:20:23.460-05:00The Jackalope (Midwest version)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPiVBngdg_me3GYatHu2YPhJ_aoRZxHFr1G6nMYbFoI5S23nzDKZ5REu67uNmw8dq0Ef41aOIVihyphenhyphenQ99ulq4mJVHL4gP17kckrgmllaJ0obSHpBMV4p9lfZ14r5LwG8V3_e4fFwY4db7F/s1600-h/jackalope.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215436973571390930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPiVBngdg_me3GYatHu2YPhJ_aoRZxHFr1G6nMYbFoI5S23nzDKZ5REu67uNmw8dq0Ef41aOIVihyphenhyphenQ99ulq4mJVHL4gP17kckrgmllaJ0obSHpBMV4p9lfZ14r5LwG8V3_e4fFwY4db7F/s200/jackalope.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Sooooo, have you ever heard of a jackalope? My dad, a determined rabbit hunter used to talk about them all the time. I think one of his never-fulfilled fantasies was to finally see one. They are most common, or at least were, in western Nebraska, Colorado and Wyoming. As with many other of nature's oddities, they are nearly extinct.<br />
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Jackalopes are said to be a cross between an antelope and a jackrabbit.....how they managed to procreate is still a mystery.<br />
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I haven't thought about them in a long time...but, yesterday my hubby and I had lunch at the Texas Road House in Omaha, NE (part of our "see Omaha between CWS baseball games plan). There, mounted on the wall was a big ole long-eared jackalope....6" antlers held high. Most of the jackalopes have small pointed antlers but occasionally one comes along with a full rack....it's mother probably had a liason with a white tail deer instead of an antelope. You can tell if its a true jackalope if it has long ears, probably 5 or 6 inches....<br />
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For the actual history and a drawing (very good likeness) of a pair of jackalopes, click on this link: <a href="http://www.museumofhoaxes.com/tall-tales/jackalope.html">Jackalopes..true or a hoax. <br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">It will not matter what my bank </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">account was, the sort of house I lived in or what kind of a car I drove, but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child...</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Grandma </span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-55884605549559362022012-06-24T19:15:00.000-05:002012-07-25T12:36:48.622-05:00Army, Navy, Marine, Air Force --- they're OUR songs<span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;">The Fourt</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHM-7VT9ed2T0LLNMZjnFt35uzedtul0Qllzt_moYhJG_PVeOqwaxDHz2FWngBE_FHA8u33oi8YkYs_xGOz7j66XMwZg5M3ZwlY64j3sTqtv9j86KOldazC0bOndWv1vuyQhESYyhQuL9_/s1600/uss+fulton.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484634369088096754" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHM-7VT9ed2T0LLNMZjnFt35uzedtul0Qllzt_moYhJG_PVeOqwaxDHz2FWngBE_FHA8u33oi8YkYs_xGOz7j66XMwZg5M3ZwlY64j3sTqtv9j86KOldazC0bOndWv1vuyQhESYyhQuL9_/s200/uss+fulton.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 153px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a></span><span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;">h of July is always a sad time for me......I remember when I was 8 years old , my brother was serving aboard the USS Fulton, a sub tender during World War II. We had a small flag with a blue star sewn on it hanging in our front window, although I didn't really know what it represented, I know my mom would get tears in her eyes whenever she looked at it. She said it was "for Bobby".....</span><span style="color: black; font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"> <br />
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</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;">The BLUE STAR FLAG was a symbol of love, pride, hope and grave concern. It also became a symbol of what Americans at home could do to increase a mother's chance of seeing her son's safe return: rationing, working in factories building needed materials, and even reminding all at home that <i> "loose lips sink ships"</i>. The Blue Star Flag, visible from the windows of many houses up and down any given street in America, symbolized a pride in the commitment of America's youth and a reminder of the gravity of the entire war effort.</span> <br />
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</b></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">We prayed every night that Bobby would be safe and come home to us.....and he did. <br />
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Bob was my</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> oldest brother and my hero. I loved school...spelling was my forte. Every week we would have a spelling test, and I always proudly brought home my paper with a big 100% on it. Then each Saturday morning I would write a letter to Bobby and enclose my spelling test. I don't know how long it took for my letters to reach him, but they did.</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">Bobby would send me a return letter(s) with a dollar bill inside....my reward for the 100% p</span></span><span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">apers.</span></span> <br />
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</span><span style="font-family: arial;">Our school Principal, Irma Grace Riley was a great believer in school assemblies. I went to Edward Rosewater School in Omaha, NE and every Friday the classes from kindergarten to 8th grade would assemble in the school's big hallway and together we would recite the Pledge of Allegiance and we would sing. <br />
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</span><span style="font-family: arial;">I know (and remember) every verse to The Star Spangled Banner, America the Beautiful, Over There, The Caissons Keep Rolling Along, and all the patriotic songs she could find. Many of my classmates and teachers had fathers, husbands or brothers stationed "over there" and we were honoring them in our own little way.</span> <span style="font-family: arial;"> <br />
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The Fourth of July reminds me of what our brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers fought for.</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguq7ZZJFDd8Y16lKFMawX7LPgpjRyiWANkrBx9sPO7utvbQxlpsMONhmNQIAf1SnpqAgkx2DmFn8Mcd8SRcQeVxHSFp8J3xxwijxAogpgKScWW_82RVC179hGgQg7l4CaNuVzz083Pbg5A/s1600/Iwo+jima.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484280860051483842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguq7ZZJFDd8Y16lKFMawX7LPgpjRyiWANkrBx9sPO7utvbQxlpsMONhmNQIAf1SnpqAgkx2DmFn8Mcd8SRcQeVxHSFp8J3xxwijxAogpgKScWW_82RVC179hGgQg7l4CaNuVzz083Pbg5A/s200/Iwo+jima.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 167px;" /></a><span style="color: black; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">...and I cry for those who died keeping us free.</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">Listen to these songs.....listen to the pride in the voices and the determination in these words. <br />
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<b>We just returned from our "bucket list" trip to South Dakota. We have always talked about visiting the Black Hills, seeing Mount Rushmore and the 'in progress' making of the Crazy Horse monument. Due to a heart attack which my husband Ken had the day before Easter, 2012 we decided that we will make the trip now.</b></div>
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<b>We requested a South Dakota Vacation Guide booklet (saw a TV ad for it....FREE), and decided where to stay and what to do. I had never considered South Dakota to be a "vacation spot"....so was totally unprepared for the many things, places and history that the state offers. Ever heard of the Corn Place in Mitchell, SD? I always thought it was a building full of corn-related items and couldn't figure out why anyone would want to visit a "corn palace"...Surprise, its an amazing building that changes every year.</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Early settlers displayed the fruits of their harvest on the building
exterior in order to prove the fertility of South Dakota soil. </span>More than 3,000 bushels of corn are used to create the murals that decorate the exterior and interior of the Corn Palace. In June of each year, the native grasses on the building are replaced and in August the old corn, sorghum and milo are taken down. The murals, made of various colors of corn, are amazing. Each year <span style="font-size: small;">exterior decorations are completely stripped down and new murals are
created.. The theme is selected by the Corn Palace Festival
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<b> The Corn Palace is a working building....the surrounding schools use it for basketball tournaments, school functions, and city functions are held there.</b></div>
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<b>So far, the only thing that was a tad annoying is the frequency of road repairs being done. One of the SD natives told me that South Dakota has two seasons....winter season and road repair season!</b></div>
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<b>The next morning, I went out to get our newspaper, and there sat bird #1 on the fence again. It stayed for a half hour or so, and then flew away….probably never to visit us again. But we enjoyed the visit…and wonder if there is a nest (probably a really big one) somewhere in the neighborhood. Also made a mental note to keep an eye on Fred, our cocker spaniel and Oakley, our granddaughter Jennifer’s little Westmoreland Terrier when we babysit her next week. The birds may have a problem getting chunky ole Fred off the ground, but Oakley would be a prime target.</b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-90185448534999486112012-05-30T13:44:00.000-05:002012-06-02T09:49:50.007-05:00Grandma Miller's Hats<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b>Years ago when my children were newborn babies, we didn’t leave the house without putting a <a href="http://babyhat.com/">baby hat</a> or cap on them. We were so afraid that they would get chilled and catch a cold. Baby hats or toddler hats were usually handmade out of soft crocheted or knitted yarn. I remember the one my grandmother made for Lisa, our first daughter….Grandma was from Denmark and did a lot of knitting for the grandbabies in her family. When we were ready to bring Lisa home from the hospital, grandma was there with a dainty pink hat knitted with very tiny knitting needles. It fit over her head and covered her ears… actually it was closer to a skull cap. It had a little puffball on top and Lisa looked so cute in it. </b><br />
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<b>Grandma Miller has been gone for many years and the knitted hats she made for our babies are only memories. I really hate seeing many new mothers carrying their babies around just wrapped in a blanket…nothing to keep their heads warm. Plus, their little toes are peeping out of the blanket…what! No booties! The babies are bundled up pretty well in winter, but as soon as they enter a store, off comes the blanket. Hellooo, some stores are drafty and in summer, there's air conditioning to worry about.</b></div>
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<b>I guess the lack of baby and <a href="http://babyhat.com/toddler/%20">toddler hats</a> isn’t as important in many areas, but we live in the Midwest….spring and autumn can be chilly and winter downright cold. It makes me feel like saying to the mom “your little one should have a hat to keep her head warm”…..since I don’t know what kind of reaction that would bring, I keep my feelings and thoughts to myself.</b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-14228303601769383312012-05-07T08:48:00.004-05:002012-07-06T14:37:57.755-05:00Good Idea...bad results...Stiff Neck Nearly Caused Fire!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -81.0pt;">
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">pillow or I just plain "slept
wrong"....whatever....happens sometime.</span></i></b><br />
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aspirin and Ibuprofen <span class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wasn</span></span>'t helping...so decided</span></i></b></div>
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</i><b><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">It did a nice job of warming and it
felt great on my stiff neck.</span></i></b><i><br />
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</i><b><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">Ken was reading the morning paper,
looked up and said "are you cooking something?" </span></i></b></div>
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smell something.....actually it smelled pretty good...a little like bacon. </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">Then I saw a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wisp</span></span> of
smoke float past my nose.</span></i></b><i><br />
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noticed that I had burned a spot on it. When I unrolled </span></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial;"> dime and
looked like a cigarette burn....the edges were red and smoking. When the </span></i></b><br />
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unrolled, it exposed the smoldering area to air, and wham, bang, I had a little </span></i></b><br />
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</i><b><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">I had absolutely no idea that the
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that's how food cooks, from the inside out.</span></i></b><i><br />
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</i><b><i><span style="font-family: Arial;">A little longer and it could have
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Back when I was a pre-teen, horses were the love of my life. Now that I'm a grandmother, I have passed that love onto our youngest granddaughter. "Becca" is 14 and loves to ride....luckily we have friends with horses! Our friends also have 3 goats......playing with the goats is fun, but nothing compared to playing with the horses.</b></span><span class="post-icons"><span class="item-control blog-admin pid-1072819388"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1007329970146296036&postID=4243736887287636804&from=pencil" title="Edit Post"><img alt="" class="icon-action" height="18" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/icon18_edit_allbkg.gif" width="18" /></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=1007329970146296036&postID=4243736887287636804&from=pencil" title="Edit Post"> </a> </span> </span> </div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-34313535750604999192012-03-13T10:36:00.001-05:002012-04-02T10:57:01.073-05:00Odd Facts You Didn't Know about 7 Iconic American Products<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Odd Facts You Didn't Know about 7 Iconic American Products</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Source: Reader's Digest</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">1. PHILADELPHIA BRAND CREAM CHEESE was made in New York........American cream cheese was an attempt to replicate the style of French neufchâtel cheese as it was made in the 1800s. Cream cheese was first made in 1872 in New York State by dairyman William A. Lawrence. Eight years later, the enterprising cheese distributor A. L. Reynolds packaged the cheese in foil wrappers and called it Philadelphia Brand because the public associated the City of Brotherly Love with high-quality food products. To this day, Philadelphia cream cheese has a monopoly on the cream cheese market.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">2. GATORADE DOES HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH "GATORS".......In 1965, a coach for the Florida Gators college football team and one of the university's kidney specialists came up with a concoction of water, salt, sugar, and lemon juice to keep the school's football players hydrated and energized while playing football under the hot Southern sun. Two years later, Gatorade was marketed nationally and has since netted the University of Florida more than $90 million in revenues.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">3. SPAM STANDS FOR SOMETHING!......In 1937, in Austin, Minnesota, the Hormel Company developed the first canned meat product that did not require refrigeration. Made of chopped pork shoulder and ham (a cut from the pig's buttock and thigh), it was marketed simply as "Hormel Spiced Ham." The public's response was anticlimactic. Other companies developed their own canned meats, and Hormel's product was soon at risk of getting lost in the shuffle. To save the day, a decision was made to offer a prize to the person who could think up a catchy new name. The winning entry was "Spam". Several versions of the name's meaning are in circulation — the two most credible are: It's a blend of "spice" and "ham," and it stands for "Shoulder of Pork and Ham." What is known for certain is that Kenneth Daigneau, a Broadway actor — and the brother of a Hormel vice president — submitted "Spam." As the contest winner, he was given a prize of $100</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today Spam is iconic. It is still an inexpensive source of protein that can stretch a budget; yet it is "famous" enough to have spawned fan clubs and cookbooks. It is known (sometimes by reputation and sometimes by taste) by Americans of all ages. As is fitting an icon, its packaging was accepted into the Smithsonian. And if you travel to Austin, Minnesota, you can visit the Spam Museum, opened in 2001. You will be welcomed by a variety of interactive and educational games, exhibits, and video presentations, all singing the praises of Spam, Spam, Spam, Spam.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">4. WHAT DOES THE FRISBEE HAVE TO DO WITH PIE?.....The Frisbie Pie Company of Bridgeport, Connecticut, sold pies. Local college students used the empty tins (embossed with the words "Frisbie's Pies") to play catch. In 1948, Walter Morrison and Warren Franscioni found a way to capitalize on this free toy by creating a plastic version called the Flyin' Saucer and later renamed the Pluto Platter Flying Saucer. (This was after the alleged UFO sightings in Roswell, New Mexico.) When the founders of Wham-O bought rights to the toy and renamed it Frisbee, sales truly went out of this world.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">5. WHAT IS A CHICKEN NOODLE IN CAMPBELL'S CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP?........"Chicken with Noodles" soup was a variety introduced to the public by Campbell's in 1934. Despite the fact that it is now considered a mainstay comfort food, sales back then were slow — until the product's name was misread during an episode of the popular Amos 'n' Andy radio show. Once listeners heard the words "chicken noodle soup," consumer interest was captured. Folks began to call Campbell's to ask about this "new" soup. Wise to a good thing, the company quickly dropped the "with" and the "s" and renamed the soup to match the blooper that raised its sales.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">6. WHAT DO NATHAN'S FAMOUS HOTDOGS HAVE TO DO WITH DOCTORS?......In 1916, Nathan Handwerker started his own hot dog stand in Coney Island, using an all-beef recipe developed by his wife, Ida. He charged 5 cents because he wanted his product to be affordable. The public stayed away, reasoning that if it was so cheap maybe it was horse meat! Nathan devised a creative solution: He hired people to stand and eat in front of his place wearing lab coats and stethoscopes. He then posted a sign reading, "If doctors eat our hot dogs, you know they're good!" It was this type of moxie that enabled him to build his stand into a hot dog empire, and create a brand name that is recognized around the globe.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">7. MARSHMALLOWS USED TO SOOTHE SORE THROATS .......Today a marshmallow is a spongy treat cooked over campfires. Up until the mid-1800s, marshmallow candy was used medicinally. Doctors extracted juice from the roots of the <u>marsh-mallow</u> plant and cooked it with egg whites and sugar, then whipped it into a foamy meringue. This hardened and the resulting candy soothed children's sore throats. Eventually, advanced manufacturing processes replaced the root juice with gelatin, which eliminated any healing properties.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And YES folks, these products are still <u>MADE IN THE U.S.A.</u></span></span></b>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-32051969195811176452012-03-10T22:29:00.006-06:002012-07-06T14:38:57.872-05:00The Grey-Haired Brigade - Senior Citizens<h3 class="post-title entry-title">
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black;">They like to</span> refer to us as senior citizens, old fogies, geezers, and in some cases dinosaurs. Some of us are "Baby Boomers"getting ready to retire. Others have been retired for some time. We walk a little slower these days and our eyes and hearing are not what they once were. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>We have worked hard, raised our children, worshipped our God and grown old together. Yes, we are the ones some refer to as being over the hill, and that is probably true. But before writing us off completely, there are a few things that need to be taken into consideration. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>In school we studied English, history, math, and science which enabled us to lead America into the technological age. Most of us remember what outhouses were, many of us with firsthand experience. We remember the days of telephone party-lines, 25 cent gasoline, and milk and ice being delivered to our homes. For those of you who don't know what an icebox is, today they are electric and referred to as refrigerators. A few even remember when cars were started with a crank. Yes, we lived those days. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>We are probably considered old fashioned and out-dated by many. But there are a few things you need to remember before completely writing us off. We won World War II, fought in Korea and Viet Nam . We can quote The Pledge of Allegiance, and know where to place our hand while doing so. We wore the uniform of our country with pride and lost many friends on the battlefield. We didn't fight for the Socialist States of America , we fought for the "Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave." We wore different uniforms but carried the same flag. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>We know the words to the Star Spangled Banner, America and America the Beautiful by heart, and you may even see some tears running down our cheeks as we sing. We have lived what many of you have only read about in history books and we feel no obligation to apologize to anyone for America. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Yes, we are old and slow these days but rest assured, we have at least one good fight left in us. We have loved this country, fought for it, and died for it, and now we are going to save it. It is our country and nobody is going to take it away from us. We took oaths to defend America against all enemies, foreign and domestic, and that is an oath we plan to keep. There are those who want to destroy this land we love but, like our founders, there is no way we are going to remain silent. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>It was the young people of this nation who elected Obama and the Democratic Congress. You fell for the "Hope and Change" which in reality was nothing but "Hype and Lies." You have tasted socialism and seen evil face to face, and have found you don't like it after all. You make a lot of noise, but most are all too interested in their careers or "Climbing the Social Ladder" to be involved in such mundane things as patriotism and voting. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Many of those who fell for the "Great Lie" in 2008 are now having buyer's remorse. With all the education we gave you, you didn't have sense enough to see through the lies and instead drank the 'Cool-Aid.' Now you're paying the price and complaining about it. No jobs, lost mortgages,higher taxes, and less freedom. This is what you voted for and this is what you got. We entrusted you with the Torch of Liberty and you traded it for a paycheck and a fancy house. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Well, don't worry youngsters, the Grey Haired Brigade is here, and in 2012 we are going to take back our nation. We may drive a little slower than you would like but we get where we're going, and in 2012 we're going to the polls by the millions. This land does not belong to the man in the White House nor to the likes of Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid. It belongs to "We the People" and "We the People" plan to reclaim our land and our freedom.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b> We hope this time you will do a better job of preserving it and passing it along to our grandchildren. So the next time you have the chance to say the Pledge of Allegiance, Stand up, put your hand over your heart, honor our country, and thank God for the old geezers of the "Grey-Haired Brigade." </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b> ~Author, Anonymous, a Grey-Haired Brigade Member </b></span></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-36742408842291379682012-02-25T12:54:00.000-06:002012-03-27T10:26:39.711-05:00Whats Wrong with My Dishwasher!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtacfr1jZSv5taNBqZgieNkBDWlP-A-bTdPclh3HXhGQXfOkVX5yJyZHi-u6Kh4cFpB5Os1mSKSk8k6CT77oVXNYXieMBzARZjeIXc3N3XdIPY9X_inhnaIedUCNav8o-7eXuGFJDWV7S2/s1600/foggy+glasses.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521628699483522290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtacfr1jZSv5taNBqZgieNkBDWlP-A-bTdPclh3HXhGQXfOkVX5yJyZHi-u6Kh4cFpB5Os1mSKSk8k6CT77oVXNYXieMBzARZjeIXc3N3XdIPY9X_inhnaIedUCNav8o-7eXuGFJDWV7S2/s200/foggy+glasses.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 154px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
Something was wrong with my dishwasher....my drinking glasses were coming out cloudy, the silverware and flatware had some sort of gunky coating and my aluminum pie tins turned nearly black. I blamed the glasses and silverware on my dishwasher, it is getting older and maybe wasn't doing it's job. But couldn't blame the aluminum pie tin problem on the dishwasher. And, I did not have this problem previously.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">I scanned the internet for "dishwasher problems" and guess what.....its my dishwasher detergent. I had used Cascade, Finish and Kirkland for years, both in the powder form and the newer gel. My glasses were sparkling clear, the pie tins stayed their shiny aluminum color and silverware had no spots or gunk. But last week I ran out of detergent so I bought a huge box of Cascade at Costco.....when I started using it, my troubles began.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">The silverware and dishes came out of the dishwasher coated with a whitish film almost scale. I can scratch it off my clear Pyrex bowls with my fingernail. The glasses were so murky and foggy that I was ashamed to have my kids see them much less drink from them. I thought that the dishwasher's rinse cycle was not working or that the sprayer arms had been caught on something and couldn't rotate. Luckily, I had not called the appliance repairman, but that was going to be my next step.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">More research on the "murky, scaly and not clean dishes" gave me my answer...... laws banning phosphorus in soaps by July 1, 2010 had been enacted. The Soap and Detergent Association, a trade organization that represents North American manufacturers of cleaning products, stated that they would be phosphorus free by that deadline.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Obviously phosphorus is the cleaning agent in dishwasher detergent that cleaned and made the dishes clean and sparkling....and its now gone. Don't believe the hype that Cascade is putting out....your dishes will not come out sparkling clean and totally food free with the new product.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">I have tried several ways to get my glasses sparkly and silverware gunk free and the only way I have been able to do it was to re-run the dishwasher rinse cycle with a cup of vinegar The vinegar seems to cut through the foggy gunk. Its not perfect, but at least I'm not looking at murky drinking glasses (they are still foggy but not as bad as before) and funny stuff on the silverware (am undecided about that) Yesterday I bought a box of Lemi-Shine...its supposed to remove scale, etc. from dishes....I'll let you know how it works.******</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">And, I took the big box of Cascade back to Costco for a full refund.<br />
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I believe that we should find ways to protect the environment, but manufacturers must be able to come up with something better than this.<br />
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</span></span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-65504387446485570022012-02-22T08:31:00.004-06:002013-04-07T22:27:37.296-05:00U Finally Foundit at Bonanza<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Are you one of the millions who BUY items online? Or, are you one of the millions who SELL on line? Some of my friends hold garage sales every spring, summer and fall – but that is usually too time-consuming and here in Nebraska, you never know what the weather will be like…..wind, sudden rainstorms or “fry an egg on the sidewalk” temperatures.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My friend Connie and I have ventured into the Sell On Line arena….at first we did some posting, etc. on Ebay…she has a basement full of glassware and did well. Unfortunately, between owning a “store” on Ebay and paying a monthly fee, plus fee for posting an item and paying a final fee on the sales price (including postage) it turned out to be a lot more work and less profit than anticipated. After a few months, I gave up.</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I turned my back on Ebay and opted to try a new selling site…Bonanza. Bonanza is not an auction site, you set a price and if a buyer wants it, they buy it. All in all, Bonanza’s prices tend to be less than Ebays mainly because they do not have a charge for owning a “booth”, have no listing fees and once you list an item it does not expire in a week …</span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Many of the items are from our own family of four grown children plus seven grandchildren, ranging in age from 21 to 4. I also frequent garage and estate sales (my favorite). Estate sales have much nicer items….a garage sale usually has things that the owner wants to get rid of…an estate sale means that it all goes…good, bad and often quite ugly! </span><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">My store/booth is called</span><a href="http://www.bonanza.com/booths/StarChild3" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> U Finally Foundit</a><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> and I invite you to visit me on Bonanza. Or, if you are a seller (or want to be) you can join and do some selling yourself. The other sellers are the friendliest group you will ever meet…no snide remarks if you don’t know what you’re doing, many suggestions as to how to improve your booth…..many of your sales will be to Bonanza members and you’ll find yourself buying items FROM Bonanza members.</span></span></b><br />
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<b>As I grow in age, I value women who are over forty most of all. Here are just a few reasons why: A woman over forty will never wake you in the middle of the night to ask, “What are you thinking?” She doesn’t care what you think.</b><br />
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<b>If a woman over forty doesn’t want to watch the game, she doesn’t sit around whining about it. She does something she wants to do. And, it’s usually something more interesting.</b><br />
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<b>A woman over forty knows herself well enough to be assured in who she is, what she is, what she wants and from whom. Few women past the age of forty give a hoot what you might think about her or what she’s doing.</b><br />
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<b>Women over forty are dignified. They seldom have a screaming match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive restaurant. Of course, if you deserve it, they won’t hesitate to shoot you, if they think they can get away with it.</b><br />
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<b>Older women are generous with praise, often undeserved. They know what it’s like to be unappreciated.</b><br />
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<b>A woman over forty has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A younger woman with a man will often ignore even her best friend because she doesn’t trust the guy with other women. Women over forty couldn’t care less if you’re attracted to her friends because she knows her friends won’t betray her.</b><br />
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<b>Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to a woman over forty. They always know.</b><br />
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<b>A woman over forty looks good wearing bright red lipstick. This is not true of younger women. Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over forty is far sexier than her younger counterpart.</b><br />
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<b>Older women are forthright and honest. They’ll tell you right off if you are a jerk, if you are acting like one! You don’t ever have to wonder where you stand with her.</b><br />
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<b>Yes, we praise women over forty for a multitude of reasons. Unfortunately, it’s not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coiffed hot woman of forty-plus, there is a bald, paunchy relic in yellow pants making a fool of himself with some twenty-two-year-old waitress.</b><br />
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<b>Ladies, I apologize.</b><br />
<b>For all those men who say, “Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free,” here’s an update for you. Now 80 percent of women are against marriage, why? Because women realize it’s not worth buying an entire pig, just to get a little sausage.</b><br />
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<b><span class="attribution">By: <span class="profile_link_wrap">Veronica Kavanaugh</span></span></b><b> </b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-11197232621815352732012-02-06T09:50:00.000-06:002013-09-09T16:08:45.333-05:00Dogs I have owned and loved<span style="font-family: arial;"><b><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336391480964980114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWmfeleYE7QpiwfnsSQr67aXQ_dqav4bELenF-3e_r_GTEgnyZMS3IahucbwG1RjcQjZCBp9zO-Yln9yFgwaJp7VwE9hzbtX5tVzupUC3GzEJUOp6ZS-pFCPC8CB_ABI_iD4pxSYt9gG6/s200/Rex.jpg" style="float: left; height: 104px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 67px;" />The first dog that lived in our home when I was a kid was Rex, a Heinz 57 variety of cocker spaniel and traveling man. Rexie was mostly black and brown with tan eyebrows and muzzle...I see a lot of dogs with that combination so the traveling man was very popular with the ladies. </b></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVnQSK9v4gLU5nZi1ZmuJ8PA0dCQVX4vUbRk3ydkZjR6ONO-Sur16uiE7PBhEHhfvx9Er5hSrvsXrsuUs4o4QEcXNsjE4_pDwPWNVRv9HlyildCBzfWPV09zideaC-2SLfPR2-wE2O9Ec/s1600-h/Freckles.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></span></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our family was growing so we bought a larger house and moved again...by this </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>time we had 3 children, 2 girls and a boy. And wanted another dog. Freckles was found at our </b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVnQSK9v4gLU5nZi1ZmuJ8PA0dCQVX4vUbRk3ydkZjR6ONO-Sur16uiE7PBhEHhfvx9Er5hSrvsXrsuUs4o4QEcXNsjE4_pDwPWNVRv9HlyildCBzfWPV09zideaC-2SLfPR2-wE2O9Ec/s1600-h/Freckles.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334746937664194610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVnQSK9v4gLU5nZi1ZmuJ8PA0dCQVX4vUbRk3ydkZjR6ONO-Sur16uiE7PBhEHhfvx9Er5hSrvsXrsuUs4o4QEcXNsjE4_pDwPWNVRv9HlyildCBzfWPV09zideaC-2SLfPR2-wE2O9Ec/s200/Freckles.jpg" style="float: left; height: 127px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 96px;" /></b></span></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>local animal shelter...a combination of cocker spaniel and we think terrier. She was also a very prolific little dog....she had evidentally had some dealings with another traveling man because several months later she had a litter of 6 darling little black and white puppies. About this time we decided that 3 young children, a dog and 6 puppies was too much for me to care for, so my mom graciously volunteered to take Freckles and her brood. Freckles lived out her life in luxury .... spoiled to the max. </b></span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6fjk7JRybW0UUR2urpuCQFMDlZxVl3JiZtARrRq5yHjRZdznQ7p_sdTCqhqR7zG5XInJzAQoNwO6j8OURAFDohD_g9dC1Wj0AVAR-vNZT2maBEJdI41PUy2Z8sFNHb_BZeq1_6iw99te/s1600-h/shadow2.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334751227887926946" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY6fjk7JRybW0UUR2urpuCQFMDlZxVl3JiZtARrRq5yHjRZdznQ7p_sdTCqhqR7zG5XInJzAQoNwO6j8OURAFDohD_g9dC1Wj0AVAR-vNZT2maBEJdI41PUy2Z8sFNHb_BZeq1_6iw99te/s200/shadow2.jpg" style="float: left; height: 123px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 110px;" /></b></span></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>When our last child, Nancy, was 3, we were given a German Shorthair Pointer....a beautiful dog. His name was Argang's Dark Shadow and he lived with us until his death at age 13. Shadow was of the "traveling man" variety...if he could climb the fence, slip out the gate or get out of the door, he was GONE!. The kids would run after him yelling "Shadow, Shadow" and he'd tuck his tail between his legs and run....but he always came home. Shadow passed away in his sleep at age 13. </b></span></div>
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JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-83374233237806045562012-02-02T08:03:00.000-06:002012-02-22T08:41:45.568-06:00My Moonflower Garden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnnzZZVaE2EVsljhak5BUM1RNf9P-kc-IAmxX0EluaE6cUuO2MQxwp_B6aW-xQXEOCjBnZFi6LLmBS2axTBh4Ax25ZDg80E312uJBzLXAdkB3mpYNRlcqNK-2LFXR3sf4I7FR1_EwnNcW/s1600/moonFlower+005.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508999698914858274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnnzZZVaE2EVsljhak5BUM1RNf9P-kc-IAmxX0EluaE6cUuO2MQxwp_B6aW-xQXEOCjBnZFi6LLmBS2axTBh4Ax25ZDg80E312uJBzLXAdkB3mpYNRlcqNK-2LFXR3sf4I7FR1_EwnNcW/s200/moonFlower+005.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 161px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 214px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">My moonflowers are growing wild! I thought they were nice, gentile little bushes that flowered for a year and then died off. Wrong! This year they c</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ame up from the ro</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQCXv2tmM70hlhb79N5ZzhtgCqvx1dFlpOyReao-OZyvVX2j2cl4CNVYXNpwN2SeisM_DHdM06AV3LxTfsyAG4BB5xTYkZs1j4nn01qPZW9WQAzcQ5koMc_0LI2WICFMBhbn26OEPHQXKX/s1600/MOONFLOWER4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507112187186346738" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQCXv2tmM70hlhb79N5ZzhtgCqvx1dFlpOyReao-OZyvVX2j2cl4CNVYXNpwN2SeisM_DHdM06AV3LxTfsyAG4BB5xTYkZs1j4nn01qPZW9WQAzcQ5koMc_0LI2WICFMBhbn26OEPHQXKX/s200/MOONFLOWER4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 196px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 210px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ot of last summer's plant and they were off and running. We have them planted along the side of the yard and the bushes are nearly 5 feet high and spreading.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">They have trumpet shaped flowers as large as saucers and have a fragrant aroma.</span> <span style="font-family: arial;">Once they are finished blooming, they produce a large 3" in diameter seed pod</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> that is vicious....full of spines and when they dry, they get hard and remind me of those mines that were used in WW</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">2 to sink ships. You do not </span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">want to fool around with them unless you're wearing </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0jaOqw0mVdn4DkBOmDmnvmyudLfnwI1Oz5oEq4L4YfmrIRf7VjkLhV2f2Oyziva725x1Hm1y6pl_YcVJPaB00E25FTBX6O0pZV8I6UHKfRhbs9qDu0gORJJ8vROFE8KMLOHV0EyLD0Wf/s1600/moonflower+002.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507111555910350242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU0jaOqw0mVdn4DkBOmDmnvmyudLfnwI1Oz5oEq4L4YfmrIRf7VjkLhV2f2Oyziva725x1Hm1y6pl_YcVJPaB00E25FTBX6O0pZV8I6UHKfRhbs9qDu0gORJJ8vROFE8KMLOHV0EyLD0Wf/s200/moonflower+002.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 152px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 160px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">gloves, leather preferred.</span></span><br />
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They are self seeding....when the pods dry, they burst open and dozens of lit</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">tle seeds are released. This spring, little plants have shown up in areas of the yard that were nowhere near the mother plants. They like sun, the flowers bloom at night (I think) but are in full bloom in the morning and early afternoon. (husband calls them the "o</span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YSdJYOcI8iWhZ98B07O1g-9kpanz-QEfFSg2w7fV3pz53C8-LLTET04rwMpX-FYwlccCYQ3kyS-ExGtTW6d58rampae4Ecz2g3r1gJKLgev9gHKCgkprqr6-WuqNhkeo-mf0-UyvcNZI/s1600/moonflower+003.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507111113677638690" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9YSdJYOcI8iWhZ98B07O1g-9kpanz-QEfFSg2w7fV3pz53C8-LLTET04rwMpX-FYwlccCYQ3kyS-ExGtTW6d58rampae4Ecz2g3r1gJKLgev9gHKCgkprqr6-WuqNhkeo-mf0-UyvcNZI/s200/moonflower+003.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 140px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ne nigh</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">t wonders") By afternoon the flowers have begun to wilt...some die but other hang in there until the next day. </span></span><br />
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Read more: <a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2296251_grow-moonflowers.html#ixzz0x3YOenjE" style="color: #003399;">How to Grow Moonflowers | eHow.com</a> <a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_2296251_grow-moonflowers.html#ixzz0x3YOenjE" style="color: #003399;">http://www.ehow.com/how_2296251_grow-moonflowers.html#ixzz0x3YOenjE</a></div></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-7309520584399777562012-01-12T10:14:00.000-06:002012-02-12T10:17:18.124-06:00Honor Those Who Died for You<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>You have heard many times about the "Tomb of the Unknowns" in Washington, D.C., perhaps you've even visited it. But what do you know about the men who honor the tomb by keeping watch over it day and night?<br />
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1. HOW MANY STEPS DOES THE GUARD TAKE DURING HIS WALK ACROSS THE TOMB OF THE UNKNOWNS AND WHY?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>21 steps. It alludes to the twenty-one gun salute, which is the highest honor given any military or foreign dignitary.</b></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>2. HOW LONG DOES HE HESITATE AFTER HIS ABOUT FACT TO BEGIN HIS RETURN WALK AND WHY?</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>21 seconds for the same reason as answer number 1.<br />
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3. WHY ARE HIS GLOVES WET? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>His gloves are moistened to prevent his losing his grip on the rifle.<br />
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4. DOES HE CARRY HIS RIFLE ON THE SAME SHOULDER ALL THE TIME, AND IF NOT, WHY NOT? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>He carries the rifle on the shoulder away from the tomb. After his march across the path, he executes an about face and moves the rifle to the outside shoulder.</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />
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5. HOW OFTEN ARE THE GUARDS CHANGED? </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Guards are changed every thirty minutes, twenty-four hours a day, 365 days a year.</b></span> </span><br />
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6. WHAT ARE THE PHYSICAL TRAITS OF THE GUARD LIMITED TO? </b></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>For a person to apply for guard duty at the tomb, he must be between 5'10 and 6'2" tall and his waist size cannot exceed 30".</b></span></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><div><br />
Other requirements of the Guard: </div><div>*</div><div>They must commit 2 years of life to guard the tomb, live in a barracks under the tomb and cannot drink any alcohol on or off duty for the rest of their lives. They cannot swear in public for the rest of their lives and cannot disgrace the uniform or the tomb in any way. </div><div>*</div></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"></span><div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>After two years, the guard is given a wreath pin that is worn on their lapel signifying they served as guard of the tomb. There are only 400 presently worn. The guard must obey these rules for the rest of their lives or give up the wreath pin.</b></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><div>*<br />
Their shoes are specially made with very thick soles to keep the heat and cold from their feet. There are metal heel plates that extend to the top of the shoe in order to make the loud click as they come to a halt. There are no wrinkles, folds or lint on the uniform. Guards dress for duty in front of a full-length mirror.<br />
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The first six months of duty a guard cannot talk to anyone nor watch TV. All of duty time is spent studying the 175 notable people laid to rest in Arlington National Cemetery. A guard must memorize who there are and where they are interred. Among the notables are: President Taft, Joe E. Lewis (the boxer), President John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy and Medal of Honor winner Audie Murphy, (the most decorated soldier of WWII) of Hollywood fame. </div><div>*<br />
Every guard spends five hours a day getting his uniforms ready for guard duty. </div><div>*<br />
ETERNAL REST GRANT THEM O LORD, AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON THEM.</div></b><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />
I don't know if you saw this in the news but it really impressed me. Funny, our US Senate/House took 2 days off as they couldn't work because of the expected storm.<br />
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On the 2003 ABC evening news, it was reported that, because of the dangers from Hurricane Isabelle approaching Washington, D.C., the military members assigned the duty of guarding the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier were given permission to suspend the assignment. They respectfully declined the offer, “No Way, Sir!”<br />
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Soaked to the skin, marching in the pelting rain of a tropical storm they said that guarding the Tomb was not just an assignment, it was the highest honor that can be afforded to a service person.<br />
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The tomb has been patrolled continuously, 24/7, since 1930. We can be very proud of our young men and women in the service no matter where they serve.<br />
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God Bless them them all</b></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLfheAdh9a5eS3yS5i6gPaR-B3vQXyj0rR-eVFHqHbbaXFyLJsuRaH92SCMmB_OjDGIiAWWXLnafs_fl6fYAtuIU8ly4kHeCSpLN09tiyJb82Ln_R1Qbsq5aedEA20D4Oxl5T53QeFZk/s1600-h/tomb+of+the+unknown+soldier.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128674907919036722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLfheAdh9a5eS3yS5i6gPaR-B3vQXyj0rR-eVFHqHbbaXFyLJsuRaH92SCMmB_OjDGIiAWWXLnafs_fl6fYAtuIU8ly4kHeCSpLN09tiyJb82Ln_R1Qbsq5aedEA20D4Oxl5T53QeFZk/s200/tomb+of+the+unknown+soldier.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWLfheAdh9a5eS3yS5i6gPaR-B3vQXyj0rR-eVFHqHbbaXFyLJsuRaH92SCMmB_OjDGIiAWWXLnafs_fl6fYAtuIU8ly4kHeCSpLN09tiyJb82Ln_R1Qbsq5aedEA20D4Oxl5T53QeFZk/s1600-h/tomb+of+the+unknown+soldier.jpg"></a>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-26625278905125869022011-12-01T10:38:00.009-06:002011-12-01T10:45:37.935-06:00Dealing with Business Software<div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Many companies find that dealing with the software development process can vary from vendor to vendor. Software is not always consistent with each other making it hard to compare the values. What is needed is a company specializing in technology which gives you up-to-date information and software development which will integrate with other software systems and <a href="http://www.blueoptima.com/software-vendor-management.do">manage software vendors. </a> This is particularly true with offshore purchases which can make it difficult to understand who is delivering what product. Vendor management is just as important as software development. The development process often varies from vendor to vendor. This makes it difficult if not impossible to obtain accurate and consistent figures, making it difficult to compare the value that vendors are delivering to your organization.</span></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Companies realize that the cost of maintaining software is roughly about half of the average IT budget. And it is rising every year. Another cost of software development is labor…..how do you optimize that? How do you find a company to help identify waste and inefficiency through software when so many software use different metrics.</span></b></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.blueoptima.com/software-vendor-management.do">BlueOptima </a>is a company offering solutions to address these challenges. Their technology is finely tuned to allow you to view up-to-date metrics which are automatically drawn from your existing software.</span></b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053665968774571178.post-22015263119836405042011-11-17T14:32:00.004-06:002011-11-17T14:34:13.274-06:00Just a Reminder<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jMEaaV_SAvP8XQw6EqkteWL1Wj3Egklip4O2hfwQGIWcNzSR6sB5tFWTBXQrfgaqKq8-gKD6aUp2teyrILpSvVmIh6-CGY_9wX0HjwpbIpQ3fkHWKu3yoouROSxqFN3B0DyvRhKMrBGm/s1600/for+sale+sign4.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jMEaaV_SAvP8XQw6EqkteWL1Wj3Egklip4O2hfwQGIWcNzSR6sB5tFWTBXQrfgaqKq8-gKD6aUp2teyrILpSvVmIh6-CGY_9wX0HjwpbIpQ3fkHWKu3yoouROSxqFN3B0DyvRhKMrBGm/s1600/for+sale+sign4.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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