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That settles it. I’m getting it frosted - not like modern, like 70’s if anyone on the planet besides me and my mom remembers what that looked like. Kind of like a sugary Emmy Lou Harris.
Monkeys are intelligent and agile, well-adapted for jungle life as they swing happily from tree to tree. As a monkey, you are a social animal who is quick to learn new things, loves to climb and is known to show off. A monkey’s tiny primate features are irresistable, as is her gregarious personality!
You were almost a: Parakeet or a Kitten
You are least like a: Groundhog or a ChipmunkDiscover What Cute Animal You Are!
Not all things come from strange sources (as I write this, a female cardinal has just crashed into my window - weird).
Check out the article that goes with the picture
Who was it that ever questioned Marco, anyway?
Star from Jumping on the Bandwagon tagged me to do this:
Here’s the rules:
1. Delve into your blog archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
It seems that one must be censored, even in their own domain.
I didn’t really get lucky with this one. The rules say “or closest to” the 23rd post. This one was from my 23rd post, but here are the ones from 21 and 22:
Here’s mine, now let’s see yours . . .
So shoot me
My 24rth didn’t even have text. I guess the actual 23rd was best for me. Oh, gosh - hope that one never has to go in a Meme. That was bad too. I’d better shut up.
When eating a fruit, think of the person who planted the tree.
- Vietnamese saying
One of the quotes of the day from Beliefnet. I don’t know why I think it’s so cool, but I just never thought about that before.
What is the retail price of this keychain? Think of your best answer and then see Comments for the actual price. Oh - and don’t forget to tell me what you guessed!
This is an awesome story - especially the end and I encourage even the males that read this blog to hunker down and read this one.
Please Sean, don’t scroll to the end before you’ve read it - it’ll spoil the story.
The Legend of The Dipper Retold by J. Berg Esenwein and Marietta Stockard
There had been no rain in the land for a very long time. It was so hot and dry that the flowers were withered, the grass was parched and brown, and even the big, strong trees were dying. The water dried up in the creeks and rivers, the wells were dry, the fountains stopped bubbling. The cows, the dogs, the horses, the birds, and all the people were so thirsty! Everyone felt uncomfortable and sick.
There was one little girl whose mother grew very ill. “Oh,” said the little girl, “if I can only find some water for my mother I’m sure she will be well again. I must find some water.”
So she took a tin cup and started out in search of water. By and by she found a tiny little spring away up on a mountainside. It was almost dry. The water dropped, dropped, ever so slowly from under the rock. The little girl held her cup carefully and caught the drops. She waited and waited a long, long time until the cup was full of water. Then she started down the mountain holding the cup very carefully, for she didn’t want to spill a single drop.
On the way she passed a poor little dog. He could hardly drag himself along. He was panting for breath and his tongue hung from his mouth because it was so dry and parched.
“Oh, you poor little dog,” said the little girl, “you are so thirsty. I can’t pass you without giving you a few drops of water. If I give you just a little there will still be enough for my mother.”
So the little girl poured some water into her hand and held it down for the little dog. He lapped it up quickly and then he felt so much better that he frisked and barked and seemed almost to say, “Thank you, little girl.” An the little girl didn’t notice - but her tin dipper had changed into a silver dipper and was just as full of water as it had been before.
She thought about her mother and hurried along as fast as she could go. When she reached home it was late in the afternoon, almost dark. The little girl pushed the door open and hurried up to her mother’s room. When she came into the room the old servant who helped the little girl and her mother, and had been working hard all day taking care of the sick woman, came to the door. She was so tired and so thirsty that she couldn’t even speak to the little girl.
“Do give her some water,” said the mother. “She has worked hard all day and she needs it much more than I do.”
So the little girl held the cup to her lips and the old servant drank some of the water. She felt stronger and better right away and she went over to the mother and lifted her up. The little girl didn’t notice that the cup had changed into a gold cup and was just as full of water as it was before!
The she held the cup to her mother’s lips and she drank and drank. Oh, she felt so much better! When she had finished there was still some water left in the cup. The little girl was just raising it to her own lips when there came a knock at the door. The servant opened it and there stood a stranger. He was very pale and all covered with dust from traveling. “I am thirsty,” he said. ” Won’t you give me a little water?”
The litlle girl said, “Why, certainly I will, I am sure that you need it far more than I do. Drink it all.”
The stranger smiled and took the dipper in his hand, and as he took it, it changed into a diamond dipper. He turned it upside down and all the water spilled out and sank into the ground. And where it spilled a fountain bubbled up. The cool water flowed and splashed - enough for the people and all the animals in the whole land to have all the water they wanted to drink.
As they watched the water they forgot the stranger, but presently when they looked he was gone. They thought they could see him just vanishing in the sky - and there in the sky, clear and high, shone the diamond dipper. It shines up there yet, and reminds people of the little girl who was kind and unselfish. It is called the Big Dipper.
I’m reading a book called The Book of Virtues which is a collection of moral and virtuous tales, essays and poems edited by William J. Bennet. Some of them are too good to keep to myself, so I’m going to post a couple of them. I hope it’s not considered copyright infringement! Oh, and just because I’m sharing them with y’all doesn’t mean I’m preaching, I just think they’re cool stories. BTW - this one was from the Compassion section of the book.
What about Mississippi and Alabama?
I guess they’re not as important as other displaced peoples.
Hurricane victims who have taken shelter and are registered with the American Red Cross at the Astrodome or George R. Brown Convention Center are the first people eligible to receive the Red Cross debit card.
Note - I don’t fault the Red Cross - they’re under a lot of pressure.
This is an email I sent to an author at the National Review:
Sir, I wish there was a way at this time for the little people to tell their side, but since there is not I hope that telling you might help. I want Ms. Rice to know that the people of Houston and the suburbs are busting their tails for the refugees. Little old ladies are staying up 24 hours a day doing laundry and cooking at their local churches, men and women are taking off work to volunteer at shelters, poor people who can’t afford to drive very far are volunteering at local donation spots with sorting, and everyone in this area is donating everything they can possibly muster up from their homes and donating things they buy at the store. I do not know one single person who isn’t doing something. I have not heard of one single person who hasn’t done something. This city is scrambling to help the people of the affected areas.
What worries me is that morale is declining every time a celebrity accuses us of racism or neglect. Houston is working hard – very hard. What are the celebrities doing to help besides pulling things down further?
It is in reference to the following article, which I encourage you to read in full at the National Review website.
We Failed You? Try Again.
Anne Rice blames America, not local officials.“To my country I want to say this: During this crisis you failed us. You looked down on us; you dismissed our victims; you dismissed us. You want our Jazz Fest, you want our Mardi Gras, you want our cooking and our music. Then when you saw us in real trouble, when you saw a tiny minority preying on the weak among us, you called us “Sin City,” and turned your backs.â€? — novelist and New Orleans resident Anne Rice
Let me get this straight.
Ms. Rice, you live in (what was) a very attractive city which lies below sea level. On one side you have a giant lake; on the other side you have the Gulf of Mexico. Running through the middle is the Mississippi River. All of which are above you.
For more, read the rest of the article here
These are some articles and pictures from My Favorites on the tool bar - just click the links. I’ve been saving some of these up for blogging.
High rise hawks raise family
Scientist to make “Stuart Little” mouse with the brain of a human This was reported in several reputable papers. My first link is gone, but I found this through a search. The story was also featured in this month’s Fortean Times
Fast Food Facts I’ve done this one before on the blog, but I’d like to list it for newer readers. It links to calorie caculators for all the major fast food chains. Often it shows that the item the restaurant is marketing as healthy often has the most fat and calories.
For writers - the red tool bar on the right side of the page is your best friend.
For writers - this site has a database of submission contacts at magazines and publishing companies.
JBIPix of the day This Canadian has got an eye for beauty. His photographs are amazing
This one is for the girls.
I always mean to get around to reading this witchy article but haven’t.
I’m not sure I understand this website fully, because I haven’t looked at it in depth, but the stories hook me. It’s biblical - sort of. Possibly even strange.
So feminine
12 Ophiuchi - hey it’s mine!
This one is sort of schmoopy, but it gives you a little comfort in times of crisis. This is done at Unity Village 24 hours a day for 30 days.
Okay, this is hard because it’s in German. It’s video though, so it’s easy to follow. I learned how to make a drink cup! Just pick one of the figurens and press starten.
More pretty pictures . Some of them freak me out because they look like fake miniaturizations.
Yes, they’re safe, but what about my right to be an idiot? Here also, is a lawyers personal rant and story. He makes some excellent points.
Hot patooty, bless my soul. Note - I avoid playground equipment.
A blog that blows my mind. I am usually so entranced by the images that I forget to read the text.
Most people think she’s a nut job, but I love her. Some things on her site may seem far fetched, but some things do have merit.
The Hass . And for his own interpretation . . .
Read the article, not the site name. Secondhand fat?
Well, that’s all folks.
Here’s another Mimimimimi -
1. IF YOU COULD BUILD A SECOND HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?
On a craggy cliff overlooking the ocean with a forest behind and a wicked winding road up to it like in some B&W from the 30’s.
2. FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
My bloomers. Seriously - instead of a slip to go with dresses I have these coulotte type knee length pantalettes that are made of slip material. They are the best things in the whole world and infinitely more comfortable than a real slip. Not to be tacky or anything . . .
3. THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?
Some Natalie Cole CD I bought three years ago.
4. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
Depends. Sometimes real early, sometimes not.
5. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE?
Electric skillet.
6. IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
A full size harp. Really. I’ve been wanting to learn to play for a while, even a small harp would do, but I think it’s all a little lush for right now. I hear harps can’t be found at low prices.
7. FAVORITE COLOR?
Green
8. WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV?
Neither, they all suck. Let’s just all go back to horses.
9. FAVORITE CHILDREN’S BOOK?
The Little Princess. Unless you really mean a 10 page illustrated book? That would be Clarice Bean. You can borrow it if you want.
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?
Winter Winter Winter Winter Winter - and Spring on and above the Mason Dixon.
11. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I want to be like that kid from the Twilight Zone. As I drive down the road everything in my path instantly becomes beautiful.
12. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?
H E L L O on one hand and J E R R Y on the other.
13. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
Not really, but sort of.
14. NAME ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD TALK TO.
The dead are not included? Well, then I’d have to say my best friend from elementary school in Dallas, Kristin Griffith, just because I haven’t seen her since 2nd grade and I’ve always been curiuos what she turned out to be like.
15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DAY?
Saturday because Sean’s home. Hey! Don’t get vomit on the keyboard!
16. WHAT’S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR?
Clothes that have been waiting to go to the consignment shop for almost a year now, my painting kit, a canvas, a finished painting, and obsolete key maps of cities we no longer go to.
17. WHICH DO YOU PREFER SUSHI OR HAMBURGER?
That is a dumb question. Would you rather be hungry or satisfied? PS: I’ll have cheese on that - no mustard.
18. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DESSERT?
Chocolate cheesecake
19. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MEAL?
Cooking at home: S.O.S but Sean doesn’t understand it so I haven’t had it in years
Dining Out: Breakfast at Owen’s, but just like El Fenix, you can only seem to find ‘em in the Metroplex (in TX anyway).
Stolen from Epiphany, who is also a thief.
A.) Go to musicoutfitters.com.
B.) Enter the year you graduated from high school in the search function at the upper left and get the list of 100 most popular songs of that year.
C.) Bold the songs you liked, strike through the ones you hated, italics for your favorite. Do nothing to the ones you don’t remember (or don’t care about).
1. End Of The Road, Boyz II Men
2. Baby Got Back, Sir Mix A-lot
3. Jump, Kris Kross
4. Save The Best For Last, Vanessa Williams
5. Baby-Baby-Baby, TLC
6. Tears In Heaven, Eric Clapton
7. My Lovin’ (You’re Never Gonna Get It), En Vogue
8. Under The Bridge, Red Hot Chili Peppers
9. All 4 Love, Color Me Badd
10. Just Another Day, Jon Secada
11. I Love Your Smile, Shanice
12. To Be With You, Mr. Big
13. I’m Too Sexy, Right Said Fred
14. Black Or White, Michael Jackson
15. Achy Breaky Heart, Billy Ray Cyrus 16.
16. I’ll Be There, Mariah Carey
17. November Rain, Guns N’ Roses
18. Life Is A Highway, Tom Cochrane
19. Remember The Time, Michael Jackson
20. Finally, CeCe Peniston
21. This Used To Be My Playground, Madonna
22. Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough, Patty Smyth
23. Can’t Let Go, Mariah Carey
24. Jump Around, House Of Pain
25. Diamonds and Pearls, Prince and The N.P.G.
26. Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me, George Michael and Elton John
27. Masterpiece, Atlantic Starr
28. If You Asked Me To, Celine Dion
29. Giving Him Something He Can Feel, En Vogue
30. Live and Learn, Joe Public
31. Come and Talk To Me, Jodeci
32. Smells Like Teen Spirit, Nirvana
33. Humpin’ Around, Bobby Brown
34. Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover, Sophie B. Hawkins
35. Tell Me What You Want Me To Do, Teven Campbell
36. Ain’t 2 Proud 2 Beg, TLC
37. It’s So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday, Boyz II Men
38. Move This, Technotronic
39. Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
40. Tennessee, Arrested Development
41. The Best Things In Life Are Free, Luther Vandross and Janet Jackson
42. Make It Happen, Mariah Carey
43. The One, Elton John
44. Set Adrift On Memory Bliss, P.M. Dawn
45. Stay, Shakespear’s Sister
46. 2 Legit 2 Quit, Hammer
47. Please Don’t Go, K.W.S.
48. Breakin’ My Heart (Pretty Brown Eyes), Mint Condition
49. Wishing On A Star, Cover Girls
50. She’s Playing Hard To Get, Hi-Five
51. I’d Die Without You, P.M. Dawn
52. Good For Me, Amy Grant
53. All I Want, Toad The Wet Sprocket
54. When A Man Loves A Woman, Michael Bolton
55. I Can’t Dance, Genesis
56. Hazard, Richard Marx
57. Mysterious Ways, U2
58. Too Funky, George Michael
59. How Do You Talk To An Angel, Heights
60. One, U2
61. Keep On Walkin’, CeCe Peniston
62. Hold On My Heart, Genesis
63. The Way I Feel About You, Karyn White
64. Beauty and The Beast, Calms Dion and Peabo Bryson
65. Warm It Up, Kris Kross
66. In The Closet, Michael Jackson
67. People Everyday, Arrested Development
68. No Son Of Nine, Genesis
69. Wildside, Marky Mark and The Funky Bunch
70. Do I Have To Say The Words?, Bryan Adams
71. Friday I’m In Love, Cure
72. Everything About You, Ugly Kid Joe
73. Blowing Kisses In The Wind, Paula Abdul
74. Thought I’d Died and Gone To Heaven, Bryan Adams
75. Rhythm Is A Dancer, Snap
76. Addams Groove, Hammer
77. Missing You Now, Michael Bolton
78. Back To The Hotel, N2Deep
79. Everything Changes, Kathy Troccoli
80. Have You Ever Needed Somone So Bad, Def Leppard
81. Take This Heart, Richard Marx
82. When I Look Into Your Eyes, Firehouse
83. I Wanna Love You, Jade
84. Uhh Ahh, Boyz II Men
85. Real Love, Mary J. Blige
86. Justified and Ancient, The KLF
87. Slow Motion, Color Me Badd
88. What About Your Friends, TLC
89. Thinkin’ Back, Color Me Badd
90. Would I Lie To You?, Charles and Eddie
91. That’s What Love Is For, Amy Grant
92. Keep Coming Back, Richard Marx
93. Free Your Mind, En Vogue
94. Keep It Comin’, Keith Sweat
95. Just Take My Heart, Mr. Big
96. I Will Remember You, Amy Grant
97. We Got A Love Thang, CeCe Peniston
98. Let’s Get Rocked, Def Leppard
99. They Want EFX, Das EFX
100. I Can’t Make You Love Me, Bonnie Raitt
Wow. I can’t remember over half of those, and it seems that I didn’t like most of what I could remember. Of course, I don’t think I listened to the radio hardly at all that year. In my tape player were Blondie, Berlin, Depeche Mode, They Might Be Giants Flood, and a couple of mix tapes. For the record, my least favorite song of all time is Under The Bridge by Triple Nipple.
I ran across this fat mama in the backyard this morning (well not this one exactly, I grabbed the picture from another site). As I stood in mute amazement I wondered if there had been a toxic leak somewhere that had created this mutant. So that you understand the scale of her largess, I have to tell you that her circumfrence was slightly more than that of a Marlboro. Huge. Here’s what I found on the net:
Cowkillers are parasites of cicada killer wasps. They use their amazing stingers for protection should the cowkiller be discovered by the cicada killer wasp in its nest. This attractive velvet ant squeaks audibly, especially when stepped on, and is exceptionally tough. However, if stepped on barefooted, the squeaks of the cow killer would be drowned out by screams of the victim. Perhaps this is the derivation of the name, cowkiller. All velvet ants are parasitic wasps. The females are wingless and resemble hairy ants. The males have wings and resemble other small, dark, wasps. Female velvet ants seek out a host nest and lay their eggs on the host larva. The velvet ant larvae consume the host wasp larvae, pupate and mature into another generation of velvet ants. The cow killer parasitizes the nests of the cicada killer. Cow killers slip into the host wasp nest, lay their eggs and depart. The exceptionally tough exoskelton of the cow killer protects it from stings of the host wasp in case they meet in the nest. Velvet ants are not usually numerous, and no control measures are usually needed. However, one of the commercial aerosol bee and wasp sprays or one of the flying insect aerosols will also kill this insect.
Oh, and did I mention how great those popovers were last night? You should definitely make some. The best part? NO YEAST. Whip ‘em up in less than five and bake for forty. Scrumptious.
Epiphany asked for the recipe for this chicken I make for Sean. It’s his favorite chicken, or at least he likes it a lot. This will not be in normal recipe format. By the way, this makes for a very moist chicken, so if you like yours dry, you might not like it. Sean and I love it.
Give skillet a bit more than a coat of olive oil. I guess you might say a good and heavy coat, but don’t drench it entirely. I don’t know what size your skillet is, so I can’t give you a measurement. My skillet is large and I would say I probably use a little less than a quarter cup. It has to be olive oil though, I shudder to think what this would taste like with anything else.
I have an electric skillet and I turn it to about 300, but I adjust the temp as I cook sometimes, depending on what’s going on. Most of the time, it will stay at 300 for this chicken. Did I mention that I’m talking about boneless chicken?
Coat a plate with honey for dredging. Coat chicken lightly with it. You might need to rub it in a little, because it resists sticking to the chicken.
On one side of the chicken sprinkle spices. The spices I use depend on the what the rest of the meal consists of, but a favorite is parsley and cilantro. I always put something green like that, and I use a couple of good pinches per piece of chicken. When it’s done it almost looks like blackened chicken, but much prettier. My other variation so far is chili powder and cilantro. Ease up on the chili powder though.
Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Five or six shakes of the salt, and 9 or 10 shakes of the pepper.
Put spice side down in the skillet first and then turn as needed and cook until done. Obviously.
Oh, and those pop-overs didn’t all turn out absolutely perfect, but they tasted like pure heaven. Awesome. See this website for the recipe, but be sure to follow the tips page. Oh, and I only use real butter, never margarine, so that could have made the difference. The tips work though, because I use lowfat milk, and that apparently neccessitates a change in temp.
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