Monday, May 4, 2009
This report made me laugh out loud!!!
WBAP, our local talk radio station, at the top of the hour news, Amy C. just reported that North Korea says the obama administration is NO DIFFERENT than the previous. Wow. What a low blow. Those North Koreans are cruel. What a hoot.
A Food Post
For those of you that can't stand talk about food...be warned. Go away.
Last night, our soon-to-be daughter-in-law brought us some flautas she made. Wow. Food delivered to our door! Are we spoiled or what!!?? How did she make them? I hope James paid attention. But, I heard he was showing off his vacuuming skills. Silly boy. I hope he is not going to be one of those who crow every time they clean the potty. I hope he cleans and folds and vacuums stealthily---as unto the Lord---not needing her to notice every cotton pickin' thing. 'Cause guess what, whatall she doeth for you will be so much and the list so long...there are not books enough to hold them all.
At lunch yesterday, we went to overpriced Carrabbas. The food was good. But, my eyes are always bigger than my stomach. Bob tried to get me to split an entree with him, but no...and I should have, but the good thing is that I got to eat the leftovers today. WOW. I have never had such a tasty breakfast. Ha. Just the right amount. Veal piccatta. lemony. with garlic potatoes.
And the bread at Carrabbas is delish. I love to take a loaf home for dessert---and toast the next day. I wish they'd let you buy an uncut loaf. I would cut the crust off, and feast upon the crust and give the soft innerds to dear Bob. Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean....so betwixt the two of them, they ate the whole loaf.
Am I spoiled or what??!!
To the grocery store I go because we are almost out of milk, and fruit, and birdseed. And I have doves to feed before I sleep.
Last night, our soon-to-be daughter-in-law brought us some flautas she made. Wow. Food delivered to our door! Are we spoiled or what!!?? How did she make them? I hope James paid attention. But, I heard he was showing off his vacuuming skills. Silly boy. I hope he is not going to be one of those who crow every time they clean the potty. I hope he cleans and folds and vacuums stealthily---as unto the Lord---not needing her to notice every cotton pickin' thing. 'Cause guess what, whatall she doeth for you will be so much and the list so long...there are not books enough to hold them all.
At lunch yesterday, we went to overpriced Carrabbas. The food was good. But, my eyes are always bigger than my stomach. Bob tried to get me to split an entree with him, but no...and I should have, but the good thing is that I got to eat the leftovers today. WOW. I have never had such a tasty breakfast. Ha. Just the right amount. Veal piccatta. lemony. with garlic potatoes.
And the bread at Carrabbas is delish. I love to take a loaf home for dessert---and toast the next day. I wish they'd let you buy an uncut loaf. I would cut the crust off, and feast upon the crust and give the soft innerds to dear Bob. Jack Sprat could eat no fat, his wife could eat no lean....so betwixt the two of them, they ate the whole loaf.
Am I spoiled or what??!!
To the grocery store I go because we are almost out of milk, and fruit, and birdseed. And I have doves to feed before I sleep.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
The house is quiet tonight. Bob taught Sunday School this morning---he did not get all the way through his lesson, so I am glad he practiced the whole thing on me before we left for church.
And we talked to all three of our sons yesterday AND today. That is neat. Rare.
The firtborn and family are back home after a geology field trip to Lake Erie. When I was saying good-bye to the grandchild, I'd say, "bye-bye" and the grandchild would mimic me exactly. If I said, "bye-bye-bye", the grandchild would, too! Smart one! Have I reported that firstborn gets his captain's bars pinned on June 1st, and there is cake involved?? Should be fun!
I cannot spill the beans on our middle son just yet. Not until James and Amber give permission. Let's just say it is gonna be a fun, fun summer!!!!!!!! I am so glad Amber got to see James today, and that she then came by our house, too! Wow. I was so good to see her. It has been such a roller coaster week, that I have been wanting to hug her all week. Last Monday, James got the news about moving down to a battalion possibly deploying to Afghanistan in December. We knew he'd probably deploy somewhere once he finished his training, but other places had been voiced, so Afghanistan was a jolt. Time to brush up on all things Afghanistan. And maybe it won't happen what with the current administration, and Sec. Gates not wanting to send more troops. The only way to win in Afghanistan is live with the people, so they know we are there to help for years and years. They will try to milk the USA for everything they can, and they are corrupt, but unless we built schools, and give them some profitable way to earn a living, they will go back to poppies and abusing their own. But, does this administration understand this mission? Is this our mission for the next twenty years and more? Is America ready to pour billions and billion of dollars and blood and sweat and tears into Afghanistan? I am not real thrilled with propping up their evil religion of slavery and abuse of women and children. What are our options?
Youngest son ate lunch with us today and introduced us to Christie. It was good to see him. He had the great news of being put on salary with the company he has worked faithfully for two years now. The company is growing, and hopefully, though they are small, they can add health care soon. Ben said his blood pressure was elevated for some strange reason. That is not good. He is thin, and works hard. He needs some wisdom teeth looked at, and a pilonidal cyst fixed. He is not covered on our insurance because he does not live with us, he is over 21, and he is not in school.
It rained so hard most of the weekend that the mowing had to be postponed. And we are now beyond mowing---we need a hay baler. At least the coastal dandelions got to go to seed, so I will get to enjoy some next year. We are gonna get a ticket from the city for having too, too tall grass out front.
Skyped with James, and with my folks. When you skype with my folks, you get to see my Dad in his jockeys. He is almost 74 years old--the end of this month, so there is no changing him now. He needs a t-shirt that says, I am a sucker for any con man or woman well dressed, who can tell a convincing sad story. Please--Dad--give her gas next time, not cash.
Time for bed. And what is with the cat---little tuffs of hair everywhere she sits---best take her in for a flea check. Vacuuming every day.
And we talked to all three of our sons yesterday AND today. That is neat. Rare.
The firtborn and family are back home after a geology field trip to Lake Erie. When I was saying good-bye to the grandchild, I'd say, "bye-bye" and the grandchild would mimic me exactly. If I said, "bye-bye-bye", the grandchild would, too! Smart one! Have I reported that firstborn gets his captain's bars pinned on June 1st, and there is cake involved?? Should be fun!
I cannot spill the beans on our middle son just yet. Not until James and Amber give permission. Let's just say it is gonna be a fun, fun summer!!!!!!!! I am so glad Amber got to see James today, and that she then came by our house, too! Wow. I was so good to see her. It has been such a roller coaster week, that I have been wanting to hug her all week. Last Monday, James got the news about moving down to a battalion possibly deploying to Afghanistan in December. We knew he'd probably deploy somewhere once he finished his training, but other places had been voiced, so Afghanistan was a jolt. Time to brush up on all things Afghanistan. And maybe it won't happen what with the current administration, and Sec. Gates not wanting to send more troops. The only way to win in Afghanistan is live with the people, so they know we are there to help for years and years. They will try to milk the USA for everything they can, and they are corrupt, but unless we built schools, and give them some profitable way to earn a living, they will go back to poppies and abusing their own. But, does this administration understand this mission? Is this our mission for the next twenty years and more? Is America ready to pour billions and billion of dollars and blood and sweat and tears into Afghanistan? I am not real thrilled with propping up their evil religion of slavery and abuse of women and children. What are our options?
Youngest son ate lunch with us today and introduced us to Christie. It was good to see him. He had the great news of being put on salary with the company he has worked faithfully for two years now. The company is growing, and hopefully, though they are small, they can add health care soon. Ben said his blood pressure was elevated for some strange reason. That is not good. He is thin, and works hard. He needs some wisdom teeth looked at, and a pilonidal cyst fixed. He is not covered on our insurance because he does not live with us, he is over 21, and he is not in school.
It rained so hard most of the weekend that the mowing had to be postponed. And we are now beyond mowing---we need a hay baler. At least the coastal dandelions got to go to seed, so I will get to enjoy some next year. We are gonna get a ticket from the city for having too, too tall grass out front.
Skyped with James, and with my folks. When you skype with my folks, you get to see my Dad in his jockeys. He is almost 74 years old--the end of this month, so there is no changing him now. He needs a t-shirt that says, I am a sucker for any con man or woman well dressed, who can tell a convincing sad story. Please--Dad--give her gas next time, not cash.
Time for bed. And what is with the cat---little tuffs of hair everywhere she sits---best take her in for a flea check. Vacuuming every day.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
It is a Good Day when we hear .. all three of our sons
It is Saturday morning, and Bob is working on his Sunday School lesson. Andy called this morning. And I called Ben just now to see how he is doing, and how his week went. Then James checked in and showed us the t-shirts they are selling for the fun run. So, we actually got to see James on Skype. Fun. Fun.
My thought are with Aunt Candace today. She is getting married to Thornton Bates. I wish them all the best. I hope Hannah and Ross have a good day, too.
Now I need to find something quiet to do so that Bob can study.
More later...more online journalling. More boring comments about the day. More parking stuff here that I have observed or want to remember.
Pjamas Media has an excellent video up debunking a certain commedian that has strange thoughts about WW2. I learned stuff they never taught at my high school, and I graduated in 1974. We did bend over backwards warning Japan to surrender or we would destroy certain cities embedded with munitions factories. As my Mother would say, "you learn something every day". And that is good. Never stop learning.
and on a website today that lists the fifty top tools every man should have---not only does my dear husband have every single tool, but I recognized them!!
More rain!! Wow. I think it has rained every day this week. This will ease the drought and fill up the lakes, and give other parts of the country a turn at the sunshine.
My thought are with Aunt Candace today. She is getting married to Thornton Bates. I wish them all the best. I hope Hannah and Ross have a good day, too.
Now I need to find something quiet to do so that Bob can study.
More later...more online journalling. More boring comments about the day. More parking stuff here that I have observed or want to remember.
Pjamas Media has an excellent video up debunking a certain commedian that has strange thoughts about WW2. I learned stuff they never taught at my high school, and I graduated in 1974. We did bend over backwards warning Japan to surrender or we would destroy certain cities embedded with munitions factories. As my Mother would say, "you learn something every day". And that is good. Never stop learning.
and on a website today that lists the fifty top tools every man should have---not only does my dear husband have every single tool, but I recognized them!!
More rain!! Wow. I think it has rained every day this week. This will ease the drought and fill up the lakes, and give other parts of the country a turn at the sunshine.
Can't Sleep
It is four o'clock in the morning.
I have been naughty. A dear niece hinted of some digestive problems, and in our country, that means she got to shell out over $800 to rule out things, which in English means, the doctor was protecting himself from lawsuit. If she comes down with something, he can point to the tests and say, "see, I did nothing wrong---I ran these expensive tests". Yikes.
My dear niece, did not want to burden us with the details of her symptoms, nor did she want to discuss them in the public forum that is the blogosphere. But, as a mom, that just makes me curiouser. So, I started guessing. And giggling. And Uncle Bob came up with a few guesses, too. And we sorta got carried away. I hope she will forgive us either before or after she laughs. She had not posted in so long, and now our over-the-top comments may scare her away from blogging for another month.
Uncle Bob was so good to get his yearly physical. And he bravely told the doctor about a mole on his back that I did not think looked right, and the doctor took it off, and he got his results back yesterday: the mole was not cancer. So, we celebrated by going to Chick-fill-you up, and ate supper. It does not take much for us to celebrate at Chick-fill-you up. I had the chicken strip salad. (sounds naughty) and Uncle Bob had a sandwich and fries. We love their ice cream cones, too. But, you get chilled eating them there. Best to eat them careening down the freeway so that you can control the temperature inside the car.
The creative juices are flowing. I must confess, I thought of a few more digestive disease guesses...
And aren't biscuits in England called "digestives"?
I have been naughty. A dear niece hinted of some digestive problems, and in our country, that means she got to shell out over $800 to rule out things, which in English means, the doctor was protecting himself from lawsuit. If she comes down with something, he can point to the tests and say, "see, I did nothing wrong---I ran these expensive tests". Yikes.
My dear niece, did not want to burden us with the details of her symptoms, nor did she want to discuss them in the public forum that is the blogosphere. But, as a mom, that just makes me curiouser. So, I started guessing. And giggling. And Uncle Bob came up with a few guesses, too. And we sorta got carried away. I hope she will forgive us either before or after she laughs. She had not posted in so long, and now our over-the-top comments may scare her away from blogging for another month.
Uncle Bob was so good to get his yearly physical. And he bravely told the doctor about a mole on his back that I did not think looked right, and the doctor took it off, and he got his results back yesterday: the mole was not cancer. So, we celebrated by going to Chick-fill-you up, and ate supper. It does not take much for us to celebrate at Chick-fill-you up. I had the chicken strip salad. (sounds naughty) and Uncle Bob had a sandwich and fries. We love their ice cream cones, too. But, you get chilled eating them there. Best to eat them careening down the freeway so that you can control the temperature inside the car.
The creative juices are flowing. I must confess, I thought of a few more digestive disease guesses...
And aren't biscuits in England called "digestives"?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Congratulations Firstborn!!
Our oldest son called to say he gets his Captain's bars pinned on June first! And parents are invited. And there is a cake! And something about the pictures of the cake for first lieutenant bars not being released to cake wrecks until next year. I don't quite get that one, but it has to do with the unfortunate placement of aircraft?!
Andy called at almost 5pm (their time) and I think the grandchild was holding the phone. All of a sudden I heard the trumpet sound. Not trumpet as in the Bible, but trumpet as in through speakers, followed by the National Anthem. Not having experienced this at 5pm their time before, I surmised it must be the Air Force Base's evening call. But, why not taps? Do we save taps for only funerals now? Soon as the song was over, Andy came back on the phone and explained that they pull over, roll down the window and sit respectfully when this happens while in a car. And he said that the grandchild knows to put her hand over her heart.
I got to experience it. By phone. How cool is that?
When I was a little girl, the small town in Illinois had a noon whistle. You just got used to it, and some days you did not even hear it. And in Israel, I read that certain times of year, everyone stops and observes several minutes of silence. The civilian world is missing so much not living by an Air Force Base. Wouldn't it be neat if we all stopped at 5pm and heard the Star Spangled Banner? Or, at sunset, the haunting notes of taps? Day is done. Gone the sun. From the lake, from the hill, from the sky. All is well, safely rest. God is nigh. God is near!
Andy called at almost 5pm (their time) and I think the grandchild was holding the phone. All of a sudden I heard the trumpet sound. Not trumpet as in the Bible, but trumpet as in through speakers, followed by the National Anthem. Not having experienced this at 5pm their time before, I surmised it must be the Air Force Base's evening call. But, why not taps? Do we save taps for only funerals now? Soon as the song was over, Andy came back on the phone and explained that they pull over, roll down the window and sit respectfully when this happens while in a car. And he said that the grandchild knows to put her hand over her heart.
I got to experience it. By phone. How cool is that?
When I was a little girl, the small town in Illinois had a noon whistle. You just got used to it, and some days you did not even hear it. And in Israel, I read that certain times of year, everyone stops and observes several minutes of silence. The civilian world is missing so much not living by an Air Force Base. Wouldn't it be neat if we all stopped at 5pm and heard the Star Spangled Banner? Or, at sunset, the haunting notes of taps? Day is done. Gone the sun. From the lake, from the hill, from the sky. All is well, safely rest. God is nigh. God is near!
Friday, May 1, 2009
Ever since BO made his hostile comment about the tea bag protests, I have been thinking of good comebacks. bumperstickers. BO thinks Fox news is behind the tea bag protests. What an idiot.
I can't stand BO's uh, uh, uh-s.
I can't stand his inability to answer questions.
I can't stand it when he slaps the military. He said he was "enchanted" by the military. Really? And why? Because, he said, they do not complain. Ah. I see. Then he went on to talk about how he wishes he could just push a button and MAKE BANKERS DO WHAT HE WANTS. He is a (insert bad word) dictator. No dissent allowed. We are peasants? Such intolerance. I have got to buy more tea bags and hang one from the rear view mirror.
Anyway, here are my bumper sticker ideas:
A PROUD TEA BAG WAVER
GOT TEA BAGS?
I (HEART) TO WAVE TEA BAGS
and I am still working on this one:
I NOT ONLY WAVE TEA BAGS, _______________________
And my new favorite line I found on a blog yesterday: big, stinking pile of Pelosi. It can be used thusly: BO's attitude toward the country is a big, stinking pile of Pelosi.
And now a word about swine flu. I have been wondering how exactly people die of flu. Surely, on the death certificates it says they died of dehydration or pneumonia or maybe complications of flu by an infection of the blood, and our local radio station just reported that severe cases of pneumonia got ahead of Mexican officials before they realized it was swine flu. And two military bases in California have a large number of infected soldiers.
Can you think of any good Tea Bag Bumper Stickers ideas?
Dear Heavenly Father, I am so snarky today. My attitude stinketh like a big pile of Pelosi. Please protect everyone downwind. And I need you to give me a heart of repentence, please. I ask, trembling, because, no matter what, Your Way is Best. Your Will Be Done. In Jesus name. Amen.
I can't stand BO's uh, uh, uh-s.
I can't stand his inability to answer questions.
I can't stand it when he slaps the military. He said he was "enchanted" by the military. Really? And why? Because, he said, they do not complain. Ah. I see. Then he went on to talk about how he wishes he could just push a button and MAKE BANKERS DO WHAT HE WANTS. He is a (insert bad word) dictator. No dissent allowed. We are peasants? Such intolerance. I have got to buy more tea bags and hang one from the rear view mirror.
Anyway, here are my bumper sticker ideas:
A PROUD TEA BAG WAVER
GOT TEA BAGS?
I (HEART) TO WAVE TEA BAGS
and I am still working on this one:
I NOT ONLY WAVE TEA BAGS, _______________________
And my new favorite line I found on a blog yesterday: big, stinking pile of Pelosi. It can be used thusly: BO's attitude toward the country is a big, stinking pile of Pelosi.
And now a word about swine flu. I have been wondering how exactly people die of flu. Surely, on the death certificates it says they died of dehydration or pneumonia or maybe complications of flu by an infection of the blood, and our local radio station just reported that severe cases of pneumonia got ahead of Mexican officials before they realized it was swine flu. And two military bases in California have a large number of infected soldiers.
Can you think of any good Tea Bag Bumper Stickers ideas?
Dear Heavenly Father, I am so snarky today. My attitude stinketh like a big pile of Pelosi. Please protect everyone downwind. And I need you to give me a heart of repentence, please. I ask, trembling, because, no matter what, Your Way is Best. Your Will Be Done. In Jesus name. Amen.
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