tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81880722024-03-12T23:28:57.751-05:00The Other MeWe understand that computers will only accept exact spelling or punctuation. Most passwords are case-sensitive, and if you use a comma instead of a period, the link or email will not work. We don't accuse the operating system or program of being legalistic or narrow-minded. So why are people so reluctant to believe God has an OPERATING SYSTEM (laws) that cannot be violated without bad results?anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-30259449749792651902009-03-30T19:16:00.002-05:002009-03-30T19:19:30.875-05:00Spring cleaningEverything needs a little freshen-up now and then. I'm dusting off my keyboard and learning some new things. One of my goals is to learn to re-size photos. Watch out - - - you are in a construction zone.anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-14660909315437260672008-03-05T14:28:00.008-06:002008-12-11T05:42:17.552-06:00the REAL other me, after a long breakI know – I know - It seems like someone who isn’t working would have plenty of time to post a blog once in a while. Ok, so stop kvetching and read, already!<br /><br />First, I want to say it seems like my most frequent page visits are people searching for a Disney link to “The Other Me”. Sorry but I invented it. A long time ago. Before Disney even conceived the title. In fact, I think they stole it from me. Too bad I didn’t copyright it. Oh well – look around and thanks for the visit.<br /><br />The second most frequent visitors to my blog are brought here searching for the eggless cornbread recipe. That recipe was posted way back in November 2006. Yes, it’s true. You can actually make cornbread without an egg. In fact, the egg is totally unnecessary. My grandmother had plenty of fresh eggs on the farm, but she never used an egg in her cornbread. Strange but true.<br /><br />So now - picking up from late last summer, which seemed like early autumn<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE_ufmwEjLd2abP9qaOeFQagxK3w2IgplRfkf1XU_GkihGkWBrT3IPW9zQcqj_O_jtvfOv2_Y34inoKSzILS6htzxUJV9GAwVTq9UcWlL5GoGZkgoIaO6UJ88yHQubUmm7bRB/s1600-h/P8240003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174362845925035186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNE_ufmwEjLd2abP9qaOeFQagxK3w2IgplRfkf1XU_GkihGkWBrT3IPW9zQcqj_O_jtvfOv2_Y34inoKSzILS6htzxUJV9GAwVTq9UcWlL5GoGZkgoIaO6UJ88yHQubUmm7bRB/s400/P8240003.JPG" border="0" /></a>I usually think of November when I see a scene like this, but this was taken in late August.<br /></p><p><br />Dad rode 100 miles on his bike in the Hotter’n’Hell ride in Wichita Falls, Texas. I stayed home (hence no pictures).<br /></p><br />Followed by a trip to Carbondale, Illinois with my mother in early September. This is the old home place that belonged to my great-great grandparents. I think the old house burned about 1915-1920. The land is now a horse farm. Beautiful!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihdKXplPYYWwBSPMzoO6Z1cvbYnDnRqH4JByF49imOrr7vTB4bEMIo1Ai0nY9yiGUSeeLxyKH4o02T7czdU2fRMomYKlb099ARiBGyzHuMS_7X_9UqWaof1S2EeHvd4RF1zIVW/s1600-h/P9070010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174362150140333218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihdKXplPYYWwBSPMzoO6Z1cvbYnDnRqH4JByF49imOrr7vTB4bEMIo1Ai0nY9yiGUSeeLxyKH4o02T7czdU2fRMomYKlb099ARiBGyzHuMS_7X_9UqWaof1S2EeHvd4RF1zIVW/s400/P9070010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div>This is the church my great-grandparents attended, and is scheduled for demolition soon<br /><div></div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174361355571383442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fQAlH2pFQSZUKTALcuA5tVt-mYA5fY7sOcUSkMuLZMs5IVarnhuYGWrysVcU5vOBOZozvynrxY9lmE_F-77tWB65IaK-NYKLJaIBPo8YWF7EtcLNhxUml7nrfF1iq6vGvewz/s400/P9080014.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqrUCKFPTZC2HQ1fahLb5boDCbFhdgRZBnDP2BuXhXBaa2AVE9wjoyhFWk0D5RYZDtd-JfnoQuZwfqE59L3hPEtKJqgaQYH27UKynyb-MmvPGfR7Go-0w5xYBOA_TdGJ96HgYx/s1600-h/P8240003.JPG"></a>I was planning to post a lot more, but I've got to divide and conquer. BBS </div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-89989502938455922212007-08-11T17:23:00.001-05:002008-12-11T05:42:17.824-06:00its a dry heatThere have been a few years i completely missed getting plants into the pots on my front porch. <br /><br />Considering that, I'm very pleased with the way these plantings turned out. And really glad i took these photos about a week ago - because the heat over the last week has been brutal - and even with my tender, loving care, the plants are beginning to look weary.<br /><br />I'm feeling a little wilted, myself. I'm going in now for some good ol' southern iced tea. And Julia's cooking supper - Thai cashew chicken. Mmmm . . . smells wonderful.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOmhV5fHo_mwZk_pYdAMSBFwVS8hxhzpLfsH0ULicocyz7S9jC4CyyEmKFDmITUwgdHW_tIYtMej4uQayANkiCFJIjiYL0EbPutIPYoK5qFccffmFY1tfDOaTgxs8L0uxdCCp/s1600-h/P8050031.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097575422087894306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDOmhV5fHo_mwZk_pYdAMSBFwVS8hxhzpLfsH0ULicocyz7S9jC4CyyEmKFDmITUwgdHW_tIYtMej4uQayANkiCFJIjiYL0EbPutIPYoK5qFccffmFY1tfDOaTgxs8L0uxdCCp/s400/P8050031.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftyFAEuhloDFBnTyFeKGMfHfGTHn1gOtV5vquGqWRb_hmOKXe-3Mkuh7j4Kwu0_DAocx53htmdTPuohVsf3w5JD63gMZ_W22aL4WqT03L0Vs7po-rmKptI82HUHhEZBi9fLoa/s1600-h/P8050032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097574726303192338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftyFAEuhloDFBnTyFeKGMfHfGTHn1gOtV5vquGqWRb_hmOKXe-3Mkuh7j4Kwu0_DAocx53htmdTPuohVsf3w5JD63gMZ_W22aL4WqT03L0Vs7po-rmKptI82HUHhEZBi9fLoa/s400/P8050032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHDzrMYzTGw0hY_yONHAigSys3VrNPiMooRUeEvuuWpIDv-K_e-1_xnFSnqCpUNl95R1u-ZZurVb9nx1rTgSUijf95JE_8V7ETcScp3dd7YJKll-GWUWXGQQQGV5yPUSxMpUB/s1600-h/P8050031.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi21tIjUjLeNEoS94Ijcn_OxXTOOG6wfUsBuOhIMholBLcr54RZ6JZJGR5cpWNkTPCENMQ4srlf-QVKZyq1XhcSrYuDjI58ZrRR4fWMJpQqb4ceTdo2hiLNjKX9gSuKqY6JLXrq/s1600-h/P8050030.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yzpHwMEuKpaCfE80Pb6dUHB_K7LiV38uIOQvCgb2sLG5QBvush9brWFG9xlVa3W4rRlu9gsRo6nKjgIH6-Zrc2Bj7MbbrjzjCq-6C_gSsdGef390ZDyVi1i_NmIYGr6FAAIP/s1600-h/P8050031.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWcHDsHp54NVWqy4wZceV0o0uFqFZL_WpHh9gw0Mfa5uoQ3G5lxf01PdzLd9vkFLUGgRHWXpAhdkIcTvA975XJV2aGSFuVjfpT1R8wlbcz6nvk-daZqN3KS-ZOpK8aovcevGW/s1600-h/P8050030.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-49034343244056525542007-07-26T19:16:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:18.126-06:00War EagleI know it looks like i fell over the edge again with my lack of posts, but you just have to understand that sometimes life can be high-maintenance. And blogging can be very time-consuming. Something has to fall to the bottom of the priority list.<br /><br />So . . .<br />. . . by special request i present this photo i made back in the spring on our trip to NWA (northwest Arkansas). BTW, this makes a GREAT wallpaper!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKlgcJm4zOc1Vbnkm-Gk_hxWhevaDrqUTgOpe8kzo4SuYJ6CI8ulgw5Jd-V4Qe1aReof4XdhEzBsF3V61uoZO8Ha8SyxVef-jVr1ERbsflHVijJOKUHINnY5K2oBPPDrSDZ3E/s1600-h/P4110021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091665916455785666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKlgcJm4zOc1Vbnkm-Gk_hxWhevaDrqUTgOpe8kzo4SuYJ6CI8ulgw5Jd-V4Qe1aReof4XdhEzBsF3V61uoZO8Ha8SyxVef-jVr1ERbsflHVijJOKUHINnY5K2oBPPDrSDZ3E/s400/P4110021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-35407511217577187452007-06-18T20:05:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:19.652-06:00La Chapelle to ParisThursday – June 18, 1959 – Day 5<br /><br />Continuing southward, we stopped at Reims and toured our first cathedral. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mr_WCHtB9c0Zu6CwZMaHvz1EAmSbj814BizqdhgF-JulM4DuYyBOb5qshnM54CE8ZaYLxT8Z56_7tPOFRoPw8zZpSWkVDd1gnfXlL964cGYqtylgHR25RsHnzhR5GuCrkuK4/s1600-h/cathedral+-+Reims,+France.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077579655745079426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1mr_WCHtB9c0Zu6CwZMaHvz1EAmSbj814BizqdhgF-JulM4DuYyBOb5qshnM54CE8ZaYLxT8Z56_7tPOFRoPw8zZpSWkVDd1gnfXlL964cGYqtylgHR25RsHnzhR5GuCrkuK4/s400/cathedral+-+Reims,+France.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We also saw the statue of Joan of Arc in Reims. I believe the car on the far left is Grandma’s car, judging from the pack on top of the car (tent and other camping essentials).</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04xIjOUg9f33uRDO1jIrFBzy7NeYIUw5vZTfzZ54HpepH6NnqUxl-jLyvUcz1P9QO5K2HY3dosd6-W7Wlyz7hGKiUptvSDGkLNDFaehM0f1CzSK-Pj6eaCm69fVt5ozW1lli4/s1600-h/statue+of+Joan+of+Arc+-+Reims,+France.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077579415226910834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh04xIjOUg9f33uRDO1jIrFBzy7NeYIUw5vZTfzZ54HpepH6NnqUxl-jLyvUcz1P9QO5K2HY3dosd6-W7Wlyz7hGKiUptvSDGkLNDFaehM0f1CzSK-Pj6eaCm69fVt5ozW1lli4/s400/statue+of+Joan+of+Arc+-+Reims,+France.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Then we headed for PARIS! TA-DA!</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMvmvIQs8gSYB2iKilxgmb5WrKnRMACR7IvksTpB4GbYmVPqZtQnAjBdTucZmbTf8sDoFZeTQoxpkJDuP8PgRd-D8bz1gllbNi5WFyIPObQgoEe8ggsWgw1UiTUcjBkH53eGP/s1600-h/you+know+what+in+you+know+where+-+June+1959.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077579144643971170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMvmvIQs8gSYB2iKilxgmb5WrKnRMACR7IvksTpB4GbYmVPqZtQnAjBdTucZmbTf8sDoFZeTQoxpkJDuP8PgRd-D8bz1gllbNi5WFyIPObQgoEe8ggsWgw1UiTUcjBkH53eGP/s400/you+know+what+in+you+know+where+-+June+1959.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></div><br /><br /><div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></div><div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></div><div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;">We arrived in Paris mid-day, and probably drove every street of the city. We finally parked and took the tour of You-Know-What.</span></u></div></div><div><br /><div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></div><div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></div><div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;">Looking down from the Eiffel Tower . . .</span></u><br /><br /></div><div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2gR0vi3Xy8PZCt8eGmAyb786cV2Ya6eiAHKSRl0MsjT-PxAXVAH0NSH4StUeekveUuyAV9xPokTUsx9L19wcKvVGnl8bibF9q3gsrhsfiU-IJ5WbYzvXmYdgX0iEqZ8JiRWw/s1600-h/looking+down+from+the+Eiffel+Tower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077578560528418898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM2gR0vi3Xy8PZCt8eGmAyb786cV2Ya6eiAHKSRl0MsjT-PxAXVAH0NSH4StUeekveUuyAV9xPokTUsx9L19wcKvVGnl8bibF9q3gsrhsfiU-IJ5WbYzvXmYdgX0iEqZ8JiRWw/s400/looking+down+from+the+Eiffel+Tower.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>A view of Paris from the Eiffel Tower.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveHfDsDxRNfHsN28fBI-5clEUTDk-9XKcBiMp_0JKYOGzqHH3T_zZ5EJpWP_uFTELPCY3mCp_ozQVqKetvM6lX6F_nxRIMJ4hb7rYuhHjlAiSNkt_GkNHvVQj_Ov6_4yOuUXt/s1600-h/a+view+of+Paris+from+the+Eiffel+Towel+-+June+1959.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077578345780054082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjveHfDsDxRNfHsN28fBI-5clEUTDk-9XKcBiMp_0JKYOGzqHH3T_zZ5EJpWP_uFTELPCY3mCp_ozQVqKetvM6lX6F_nxRIMJ4hb7rYuhHjlAiSNkt_GkNHvVQj_Ov6_4yOuUXt/s400/a+view+of+Paris+from+the+Eiffel+Towel+-+June+1959.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Another view of Paris from the Eiffel Towel . . .</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSEw2b5Jy1p6iDbGJvQM7giw7Rc14WASP91Vo_Tif0stepukbnp4oZf0dttGK-1IPOOuF7QeQPAdDzzvFhOP7GRmxsd9wL3ofB6NcxFJ3ZIjGs6Q_yso4j_VV-IM6DVENYYwn/s1600-h/another+view+of+Paris+from+the+Tower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077577980707833906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcSEw2b5Jy1p6iDbGJvQM7giw7Rc14WASP91Vo_Tif0stepukbnp4oZf0dttGK-1IPOOuF7QeQPAdDzzvFhOP7GRmxsd9wL3ofB6NcxFJ3ZIjGs6Q_yso4j_VV-IM6DVENYYwn/s400/another+view+of+Paris+from+the+Tower.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>We stayed two nights in Paris. I do not remember much about the sleeping arrangements, but do remember many of the sights. I would have sworn my Grandmother would never agree to stay in the city, due to the expense, but my mother affirmed that, yes, we stayed in Paris. We stayed at -- not the hotel of the same name, but the city park. WE CAMPED AT THE CITY PARK! All I can vision in my mind’s eye is bums on park benches, but Mom assures me it was all very dignified and proper. Why can’t I remember this? Why is there no picture??? Oh, how I wish . . .</div></div><br /><p></p></div></div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-54930056882827311872007-06-17T11:52:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:20.024-06:00Blumendahl to La ChapelleWednesday – June 17, 1959 – Day 4<br /><br />From Blumendahl, Holland we headed south for Belgium. In Brussels, we toured the grounds of the 1958 World’s Fair and saw the Atomium – a building which represents the structure of the atom. The Atomium was constructed just as “the atomic age” was waning, but the structure is still a famous landmark, and was reopened in February 2006 after renovations.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvqR7wncDk6bZtZfCRNfzOE41QNDlpGRFZapIfvI_F7e5StDIplJjmQHa4IIRlINmzXWAEO__E5saxGeE7U4l2X3Av51ZPXhwBZO_KpBgBcLe8MVn2xoFN42pEeUtrJ2qPSi-/s1600-h/Atomium+from+1958+Brussels+World%27s+Fair.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077077698622228514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjvqR7wncDk6bZtZfCRNfzOE41QNDlpGRFZapIfvI_F7e5StDIplJjmQHa4IIRlINmzXWAEO__E5saxGeE7U4l2X3Av51ZPXhwBZO_KpBgBcLe8MVn2xoFN42pEeUtrJ2qPSi-/s400/Atomium+from+1958+Brussels+World%27s+Fair.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>After our tour of Brussels, we kept heading south, across the Belgium-French border to the tiny village of La Chapelle. There we found a modest hotel / Bed and Breakfast for the night.</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaQO6j3vWIovD_7TwU_hdfJY4SgX-6gXX9NHidLFpnry2V3hiYuEbWv9n3BDiV8ZfXl0pxiolWk8RwjLkFvIVBaveBZrWV9dyr1JHfISgR_OF2aLMdyhI0bpNU6uokDlQnoVU/s1600-h/hotel+entrance+-+LaCapell,+France.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077077419449354258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaQO6j3vWIovD_7TwU_hdfJY4SgX-6gXX9NHidLFpnry2V3hiYuEbWv9n3BDiV8ZfXl0pxiolWk8RwjLkFvIVBaveBZrWV9dyr1JHfISgR_OF2aLMdyhI0bpNU6uokDlQnoVU/s400/hotel+entrance+-+LaCapell,+France.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Doesn't this scene just shout "EUROPE"?<br /><div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-23624698142344589852007-06-16T07:40:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:20.403-06:00Amsterdam, HollandTuesday - June 16, 1959 – Day 3<br /><br />Up at the crack of dawn, ready for a day of adventure, we set off to drive north to the Isle of Marken. I remember Marken as a very strange place. Everyone was dressed in traditional costume, and there was some custom about all children being dressed as girls (to keep the gypsies from snatching the boys?). I don’t remember, if I ever knew. It was all very vague and mysterious to the 9-year-old mind. I have not been able to locate the pictures of Marken.<br /><br />After a boat ride back to the mainland, and lunch at the boat dock, we headed west to the Atlantic side of the country. We made it to Blumendahl Beach by early afternoon, and selected a choice camping spot on the sand dunes. The note on the back of this photo says, “too cold to swim.”<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJv7EObDitXiIHmEyLzVVIk8pryQ2NpGZB7txK0gfKzw9snXoj6wxaZXzQvo3VEM1aZT1r2YTk17m-RnTrc5qgsz-PBeAW7BCXG6bqZFz2f_aN4nk1trmK_CHfpiZxmptOkZCz/s1600-h/Beach+at+Blumendahl,+Holland+-+too+cold+to+swim.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076642201823315970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJv7EObDitXiIHmEyLzVVIk8pryQ2NpGZB7txK0gfKzw9snXoj6wxaZXzQvo3VEM1aZT1r2YTk17m-RnTrc5qgsz-PBeAW7BCXG6bqZFz2f_aN4nk1trmK_CHfpiZxmptOkZCz/s400/Beach+at+Blumendahl,+Holland+-+too+cold+to+swim.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Fellow campers at an adjacent campsite - Helmgart Campground at Blumendahl, Holland.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWFFOkkTDY0oHLBvMB_aAxzkPzJlgXBATKdwTp2E0qF_uxEVPTTAd1MUIH6eeInLP819_n38-lKigH923TBqUnyN80v6dPcZUjnW8NJGD8mZwkEcV4s8eCbc-oFmkuxFLZ4ak/s1600-h/Helmgart+camp+ground,+Blumendahl,+Holland.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076641866815866866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWFFOkkTDY0oHLBvMB_aAxzkPzJlgXBATKdwTp2E0qF_uxEVPTTAd1MUIH6eeInLP819_n38-lKigH923TBqUnyN80v6dPcZUjnW8NJGD8mZwkEcV4s8eCbc-oFmkuxFLZ4ak/s400/Helmgart+camp+ground,+Blumendahl,+Holland.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> </p>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-9737118141449108392007-06-14T23:31:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:20.955-06:00Prestwick, ScotlandMonday - June 15, 1959 – Day 2<br /><br />We were served breakfast in Scotland – the first of many new dining adventures. The only thing I remember about it is that smoked tongue was on the menu. I was completely unimpressed with the “smoked” part, but do remember wondering, “tongue from what?”, and pondering world hunger as I thought, "You people must be a lot hungrier than I am."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZpX7DGRTISNGP3xi_vHAJGSOm7Yy0g06cyRLYugWN4lw7mq5Te6iGSKfvEma0bHggerU3NP2QDVwndq3kkd6ip5KhJ13oDtKUznk-o_gjEcgrkoWYH_7q7yOn1EKEg-Q8C6R/s1600-h/Prestwick,+Scotland+airport+6-15-59.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076147619159312354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyZpX7DGRTISNGP3xi_vHAJGSOm7Yy0g06cyRLYugWN4lw7mq5Te6iGSKfvEma0bHggerU3NP2QDVwndq3kkd6ip5KhJ13oDtKUznk-o_gjEcgrkoWYH_7q7yOn1EKEg-Q8C6R/s400/Prestwick,+Scotland+airport+6-15-59.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>After a short flight from Prestwick, we finally arrived in Amsterdam. My mother and I were met at the airport by my grandmother, who lived in Germany and taught school on an American military base. She had arranged for one of her teaching friends, a Germany lady named Brigette (pronounced Bri-gee-ta) and her mother Mrs. Schillat to join us on our driving tour of Europe. The plan was to drive around Europe for 2 weeks, camping when possible, and end up at Grandma’s place in Hohenfels, Germany for a few days of rest before flying back home to Little Rock. Total trip - 3 weeks. Four women and one annoying 9-year-old – including all their luggage and camping gear – in one small car. HOW??? HOW??? HOW???<br /></div><br /><br /><div>I’ll just say, my grandmother was never one to shrink from a challenge. The very fact she was teaching school in Germany at the age of 53 might be a tip-off. She and my grandfather got divorced when my grandmother was about 42, and she decided she was still young enough to see the world and have some fun. Sitting home feeling sorry for herself was not an option!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This is the 53-year-old grandmother and the car she drove all over Europe. An Opel Olympia.</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRYg85VsxSvrivg5QFb2VDxtZJSNVX9u17Y3x-WlIIHqZC_cgPjYtbsV-J5KgFMUA9QsoX4hkFri0pnGfSQgqC1UIFpydzasWlYzIiTVOhy1MDmD9S35hRxK7-URiAWl-uj5v/s1600-h/92+-+HMD+and+her+Opel+Olympia+-+Hohenfels,+Germany+-+June+1959+-+age+53.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076147086583367634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRYg85VsxSvrivg5QFb2VDxtZJSNVX9u17Y3x-WlIIHqZC_cgPjYtbsV-J5KgFMUA9QsoX4hkFri0pnGfSQgqC1UIFpydzasWlYzIiTVOhy1MDmD9S35hRxK7-URiAWl-uj5v/s400/92+-+HMD+and+her+Opel+Olympia+-+Hohenfels,+Germany+-+June+1959+-+age+53.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Grandma went to Europe to teach school the year after I was born, and retired the year I graduated from high school. But there were many visits during those years. The routine was a trip home every other year during the summer break. On alternate years, she just toured Europe with her new European friends. Grandma was due home for her biennial visit to the U.S. in 1959, but for some reason decided to have my mother and me come to visit her instead.</div><div><br /> </div></div><div><div>Here I am viewing windmills in Amsterdam. I recall about 500 bicycles crossing this bridge just seconds after the photo was taken (wish I had a picture of that!). Must have been time for everyone to go home from work.</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3v4e-vxsOpnnGj8JV0DK6wBlBAsiq_Y2bdq-FOnJjHsd6ZMjZGxsihbISlv3Zdaiz60mU4f2pKzGHaDwKkgEn1wMMXev6sWLoYr67Qob4IKXpAHXFjTpSpa3i_RNSMXoTHLo/s1600-h/Ann+and+windmill+in+Holland.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076146528237619138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3v4e-vxsOpnnGj8JV0DK6wBlBAsiq_Y2bdq-FOnJjHsd6ZMjZGxsihbISlv3Zdaiz60mU4f2pKzGHaDwKkgEn1wMMXev6sWLoYr67Qob4IKXpAHXFjTpSpa3i_RNSMXoTHLo/s400/Ann+and+windmill+in+Holland.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>We spent the day touring the canals, and stayed the first night in a hotel in Amsterdam. Tomorrow the adventures really begin.</div></div><p></p><p> </p></div><br /><p> </p>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-19849829127385368822007-06-14T01:12:00.001-05:002008-12-11T05:42:25.811-06:00Once upon a time . . .. . .a little girl took a trip to Europe with her mother. That “once upon a time” was 48 years ago. Over the next few days the little girl and her mother are going to try to remember some of the highlights of that trip.<br /><br />Sunday - June 14, 1959 – Flag Day<br />Grandma and Grandpa Marvin (yes, Kate and Fritz) came to the airport to see us off. Looks like it’s a little after 8:30 a.m. Sorry the photos are black and white, but as one of my wise children would say, this was in the days before color photography.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73OeqxfFuD1gUwULUdnnBKzKeaRCY3c9HhH6FEC85oXmcLn0i-G9vQq8cm1FW6pA4_k9ZcpXODz597tnTFH8hrkRUvoYLycSVxWf8fO1aSKHqOV9oSs4vYuKzWwTNZ7UBg791/s1600-h/Ann,+Grandma+Katie+%26+Grandpa+Fritz+-+6-14-1959.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075800542852122514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi73OeqxfFuD1gUwULUdnnBKzKeaRCY3c9HhH6FEC85oXmcLn0i-G9vQq8cm1FW6pA4_k9ZcpXODz597tnTFH8hrkRUvoYLycSVxWf8fO1aSKHqOV9oSs4vYuKzWwTNZ7UBg791/s400/Ann,+Grandma+Katie+%26+Grandpa+Fritz+-+6-14-1959.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Back in those days, you walked out of the airport waiting room right across the tarmack and up the steps of the plane. I don't know any of the strange people in this photo . . .</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9asuzi6JpPJyeIG7J1cU9Cf9-Jrd6rOlvzmWah8cXblCb75I3bNVfR-kutJiRGHWkryBXy82fDJz1qRmqlAE3QYlgB7fqrIRP4Pc1cdOzAlV9Fj4ZxWifwO402kpSaFYC7R8/s1600-h/LR+airport+-+our+plane.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075800113355392898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9asuzi6JpPJyeIG7J1cU9Cf9-Jrd6rOlvzmWah8cXblCb75I3bNVfR-kutJiRGHWkryBXy82fDJz1qRmqlAE3QYlgB7fqrIRP4Pc1cdOzAlV9Fj4ZxWifwO402kpSaFYC7R8/s400/LR+airport+-+our+plane.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>View of Washington D.C. from our airplane. Notice it was a prop plane.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircQvwLcpCoUjk_c6SoZH3YArzgv5VyP5IuVO3FwT0nTsv7UFtOqo7KKcGfWZQJbOJdlEaGdJPPzS84rQogSQX40SZ0LQPxJssBMD7kqpI6Wms66CRHv6jKDHjeYpvBN3kqnbe/s1600-h/view+from+plane+over+Washington+D.C.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075799825592584050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEircQvwLcpCoUjk_c6SoZH3YArzgv5VyP5IuVO3FwT0nTsv7UFtOqo7KKcGfWZQJbOJdlEaGdJPPzS84rQogSQX40SZ0LQPxJssBMD7kqpI6Wms66CRHv6jKDHjeYpvBN3kqnbe/s400/view+from+plane+over+Washington+D.C.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>If you laughed when you saw the picture of the Little Rock airport, keep in mind this is what the Washington airport looked like in 1959 . . .</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdPFDL8uxjKB26-rcpWXm5vc0OLiKO-DwzkA3MYSX3yzvFsvuu4OtqRhkTTmOHe_tea7LN7qU1CsJ2PqIewEs_vy3_ZE1mgwyM8gQM8N7TqXSbQUXd-M8Xhy_UfIYfhbTnF9t/s1600-h/Washington+D.C.+airport.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075799533534807906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqdPFDL8uxjKB26-rcpWXm5vc0OLiKO-DwzkA3MYSX3yzvFsvuu4OtqRhkTTmOHe_tea7LN7qU1CsJ2PqIewEs_vy3_ZE1mgwyM8gQM8N7TqXSbQUXd-M8Xhy_UfIYfhbTnF9t/s400/Washington+D.C.+airport.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>and the New York airport . . .</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5vF5tlOgL_gDbZObrB4xOmpjHlii26L2zsETmfNRfwZPVUGqf2J_Hy1bxp7UuRzXCS170ZnG7eLIImZewE7_7IsoVeR48WOgrxnRVvLPVgeKWwUrZ2DIEbzVBYqv6rmNVPtq/s1600-h/NYC+airport.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075799177052522322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz5vF5tlOgL_gDbZObrB4xOmpjHlii26L2zsETmfNRfwZPVUGqf2J_Hy1bxp7UuRzXCS170ZnG7eLIImZewE7_7IsoVeR48WOgrxnRVvLPVgeKWwUrZ2DIEbzVBYqv6rmNVPtq/s400/NYC+airport.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I remember some of the anxiety my mother had about packing ONE suitcase for TWO people for THREE weeks. Didn’t seem a big deal to me (one of the advantages of being 9 years old and un-obsessed with fashion). But you may have noticed in the first photo, people “dressed” more then than now. Can you imagine putting a 9-year-old on a plane for – um – almost 24 hours dressed like that now?<br /><br /><div>P.S. - Whitney - have fun and tell Mindy "hello" for me!</div><div></div></div></div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-79958164080935076842007-06-06T21:21:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:26.104-06:00Arkansas strawberriesYea, it’s been a while. I don’t even know where to begin to recap the last 2 months (almost), so I will just jump in . . .<br /><br />France has its cheeses; Cuba has its cigars; Florida has orange juice; Arkansas has strawberries. It doesn’t matter if the world doesn’t recognize Arkansas as the source of the world’s most incredibly wonderful strawberries. That leaves more for the fortunate few. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH73Aro_YsDnghL6pt5-mQV-aIMlwAaLfHR9C-chb7b_kZm5AqA6XctbMWUzweucg1kD2d4SuXZZXGU0l2II6bzORj9KEXTVQriQV4gPBPgogNnkhvKMasSr32DeDZx38O22cF/s1600-h/P5190004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073142461065039698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH73Aro_YsDnghL6pt5-mQV-aIMlwAaLfHR9C-chb7b_kZm5AqA6XctbMWUzweucg1kD2d4SuXZZXGU0l2II6bzORj9KEXTVQriQV4gPBPgogNnkhvKMasSr32DeDZx38O22cF/s400/P5190004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Since I’ve been giving “kitchen” tips this year, I’ll give a brief review of what to do with strawberries, if you are at a loss. There are, of course, the standards: chocolate-dipped and shortcake. My personal favorites are:<br />(1) sliced with a little sugar and a splash of Calvados – then spoon the juice over homemade vanilla ice cream<br />(2) take any amount of sour cream and mix in some powdered sugar (you just have to be willing to experiment – there is no wrong way to do this) THEN – stand at your kitchen sink with a flat of Arkansas strawberries fresh from the field. Take ONE juicy red delight and wash it, dip it in the sweetened sour cream, and eat. Repeat until you are either (a) out of strawberries, (b) out of sweetened sour cream, or (c) sick. :)<br /><br />I definitely agree with my father’s comment years ago: “I wish I could eat enough of this to make myself sick.”<br /><br />Usually, the Arkansas peaches are pretty fabulous, too; but a late freeze and 2 hail storms wiped out the peach crop this year. We all cried. </div><div> </div><div> </div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-52424283784600617792007-04-15T21:59:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:29.254-06:00Wednesday, Thursday, Friday & Saturday in Northwest ArkansasIt must be my lucky day . . . or week . . .<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBn7L0NxkonzOmxGRvYTlLSDxpPhACt7WSaQxKk166_qCc_ebIOBucWKsd6kIyZ4xKdJBz0IB0STfFSjfFsT1ruSzzGF4kqCH9amgrdnQXGyScxu4OIOYVUiXDEu7nksUmr3m/s1600-h/P4110041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053866940902506802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBBn7L0NxkonzOmxGRvYTlLSDxpPhACt7WSaQxKk166_qCc_ebIOBucWKsd6kIyZ4xKdJBz0IB0STfFSjfFsT1ruSzzGF4kqCH9amgrdnQXGyScxu4OIOYVUiXDEu7nksUmr3m/s400/P4110041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>First, lunch at Susie-Q in Rogers . . .</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5cMsXacdSjAZrCATVR0jyc5GQR5VwvOBMhV-5SdOXUrrUdjPWLJTNXoA0u0CCxHUqSsOvlyTHsF4AmMxN4_dRrw2bQ7qQjzxKhzSUNXaQY_49cZLQcGSstuPgffXPTAhXvJY/s1600-h/P4110004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053866528585646370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5cMsXacdSjAZrCATVR0jyc5GQR5VwvOBMhV-5SdOXUrrUdjPWLJTNXoA0u0CCxHUqSsOvlyTHsF4AmMxN4_dRrw2bQ7qQjzxKhzSUNXaQY_49cZLQcGSstuPgffXPTAhXvJY/s400/P4110004.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06TR9lL6OogKqSEQB6OOTANwY22TlV9v-Vm3crKGQxwUV_u8iJFTZL-GlkP65s8CX_evA0C9e15maGkPWyZuDr1eCg20BwpMhPIdF9vK4Jx2ei7kc9ALzrh_1LZzCc-TXjCjj/s1600-h/P4110008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053866154923491602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj06TR9lL6OogKqSEQB6OOTANwY22TlV9v-Vm3crKGQxwUV_u8iJFTZL-GlkP65s8CX_evA0C9e15maGkPWyZuDr1eCg20BwpMhPIdF9vK4Jx2ei7kc9ALzrh_1LZzCc-TXjCjj/s400/P4110008.JPG" border="0" /></a> I know it doesn't look like much, but these are happy memories.<br /><br /><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Then a little side trip on the way to Hobbs State Park to check out an old favorite location east of Rogers – and a glimpse of deer in the front yard of a house we once frequented. I’m pretty sure this is the same split-rail fence that was here when we lived in Rogers 30 years ago . . .<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPejD2XBaA_CNA44K22bnA-CbTpIR8CJFJzV9vOnbmU9SbCB5qVoZHD3apbqrQLxzmBQSZCHftOz-6sLkXmF_ev5HZ-w2Qxog8bnyqS2PrNolM7rfyBct7fM3jAoW7lXIcxDSV/s1600-h/P4110019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053865270160228594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPejD2XBaA_CNA44K22bnA-CbTpIR8CJFJzV9vOnbmU9SbCB5qVoZHD3apbqrQLxzmBQSZCHftOz-6sLkXmF_ev5HZ-w2Qxog8bnyqS2PrNolM7rfyBct7fM3jAoW7lXIcxDSV/s400/P4110019.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Then another little side trip to War Eagle Mill . . .</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrB2BW0slbZjEXHO7pe3cmoAYMkha1Y7wFD3lAICJ69x61VnalyRfN56qyHnUjmV__AZ4CcZOWGaBa3MrHTZJSZpAom86QHeEB5TNL2_lp4KDtt_7uTn65er7vski8nAC0hcW/s1600-h/P4110022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053864909382975714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZrB2BW0slbZjEXHO7pe3cmoAYMkha1Y7wFD3lAICJ69x61VnalyRfN56qyHnUjmV__AZ4CcZOWGaBa3MrHTZJSZpAom86QHeEB5TNL2_lp4KDtt_7uTn65er7vski8nAC0hcW/s400/P4110022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hhE5YSwdIuxxbPB7RQc0TGlxZ-7zQ6OyxcxvRMBKOk6VcsEQ-RuvqyYwfHtviEf90DwqVwYOqIUEYIv7LA0nodwknL3NxkYrnciFTiK4eeyxda9SAaE7dgPevuYSyOpK7CvA/s1600-h/P4110023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053864484181213394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_hhE5YSwdIuxxbPB7RQc0TGlxZ-7zQ6OyxcxvRMBKOk6VcsEQ-RuvqyYwfHtviEf90DwqVwYOqIUEYIv7LA0nodwknL3NxkYrnciFTiK4eeyxda9SAaE7dgPevuYSyOpK7CvA/s400/P4110023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOh98eZ95-I-6iIsB47PelNmMnvfOw5heeMF_hdI05zkwteomorcb5sZlA7ln_2op7csv7oplWqQ77tu-VrK8IlUc5Hq0bUbyMlKJSCG9VXdd5q3F4JKDK5BpPCTIw-ore2NYv/s1600-h/P4110024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053864299497619650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOh98eZ95-I-6iIsB47PelNmMnvfOw5heeMF_hdI05zkwteomorcb5sZlA7ln_2op7csv7oplWqQ77tu-VrK8IlUc5Hq0bUbyMlKJSCG9VXdd5q3F4JKDK5BpPCTIw-ore2NYv/s400/P4110024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The ultimate destination of the day was at the developing Hobbs State Park. Presently it is approximately 12,000 acres of pristine wilderness. We were attending a pre-construction meeting for the planned visitor’s center, and enjoyed stomping around in the woods.</div><br /><div></div><div>The dogwoods were in full bloom, even after a freeze earlier in the week . . .</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisurUC7zVrmYPKrXJs6hd9IGJ-H-W388zDsKDyu82pZPTRHfo05O80WoWDY_nCS2ZNlWc1ReebD4sAWWqI8yQcDISZdhxByvNgWD7jyAq1zr0a9VM6cFCu_yjh6Ir6C8eKAsAp/s1600-h/P4110047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053863242935664818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisurUC7zVrmYPKrXJs6hd9IGJ-H-W388zDsKDyu82pZPTRHfo05O80WoWDY_nCS2ZNlWc1ReebD4sAWWqI8yQcDISZdhxByvNgWD7jyAq1zr0a9VM6cFCu_yjh6Ir6C8eKAsAp/s400/P4110047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Huckleberries in bloom . . .</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBMD9nCV2mkh5vhxxbka3KaNihKqgK5DF23wJocrK33PjaPUMvCjhW15j-9sb5OrZMcA4czJ069V_B1Ad-0Dmhl-CL1iQzKIr_z2dAGCkzhVghF8GRJecaDUF3HLfmchxNX9j/s1600-h/P4110044.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053862663115079842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvBMD9nCV2mkh5vhxxbka3KaNihKqgK5DF23wJocrK33PjaPUMvCjhW15j-9sb5OrZMcA4czJ069V_B1Ad-0Dmhl-CL1iQzKIr_z2dAGCkzhVghF8GRJecaDUF3HLfmchxNX9j/s400/P4110044.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Perhaps there are dinosaur bones in these hills . . .</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNM3JotL1q7EfaUEzW0aekxcydPMia-90O0PB3gnENu9IAHEf_zC2mimOTtuUSDWtgxWnu740VZuV8wU9CUXNJ4qRNCS04iQHIESdhbOE9QoWh-4t_8zFmHfKFPzYifEqe_Hx/s1600-h/P4110027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053862053229723794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisNM3JotL1q7EfaUEzW0aekxcydPMia-90O0PB3gnENu9IAHEf_zC2mimOTtuUSDWtgxWnu740VZuV8wU9CUXNJ4qRNCS04iQHIESdhbOE9QoWh-4t_8zFmHfKFPzYifEqe_Hx/s400/P4110027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Heading back to town, we drove by Beaver Lake to compare the water level since last January.</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmsiv8DWEiAs53NP8xPd8ehH4KG2GAfyCrp0KjtbcbUUOfn0NeQri0qTBHSVkDwt9uEdvFy7MvzBpmuGO-UqC2G5hMWrqa_HW9U3p87JPheafnNqa8iosgRyvJ7KBlZS8Xriq4/s1600-h/P4110012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053861366034956418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmsiv8DWEiAs53NP8xPd8ehH4KG2GAfyCrp0KjtbcbUUOfn0NeQri0qTBHSVkDwt9uEdvFy7MvzBpmuGO-UqC2G5hMWrqa_HW9U3p87JPheafnNqa8iosgRyvJ7KBlZS8Xriq4/s400/P4110012.JPG" border="0" /></a> 2007<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UqzZQuAJiCYpK84uValFiGwFtg8fiBl4KewG5hFxGHEJC87R8sBdDKEZ0ftf3_bj_4_6cweJpKspgAZ4En3_7_pBOwylc-Mq29oG8kaA4kLZZTTeitiHINvJvzmiV5RbflKW/s1600-h/P1140021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053860884998619250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UqzZQuAJiCYpK84uValFiGwFtg8fiBl4KewG5hFxGHEJC87R8sBdDKEZ0ftf3_bj_4_6cweJpKspgAZ4En3_7_pBOwylc-Mq29oG8kaA4kLZZTTeitiHINvJvzmiV5RbflKW/s400/P1140021.JPG" border="0" /></a> 2006 (not a quality photo, but shows the contrast since last year)<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzCpnwKR6f81_ypK-xA6p1LHgY7X3KVlwNXJlKJv_FOoL9iQkA54rsD_xu4DFe6HWIyOZ2n9owSrjFs6dMNdIB6LM6lHVtoLM_3I1h_TiB3BqNvSTjcjDFkhpTKWjAN-TzhzF/s1600-h/P1140023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053859952990716002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzCpnwKR6f81_ypK-xA6p1LHgY7X3KVlwNXJlKJv_FOoL9iQkA54rsD_xu4DFe6HWIyOZ2n9owSrjFs6dMNdIB6LM6lHVtoLM_3I1h_TiB3BqNvSTjcjDFkhpTKWjAN-TzhzF/s400/P1140023.JPG" border="0" /></a> . . . dry lake bed - January 2006 - cars in distance are parked in area that is normally covered with water.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><br />The drought the summer of 2005 exposed quite a few submerged structures. This is the Monte Ne "Pyramid" . . .</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ3O95rsWHcIFPqtDDVjG33BqQxvP-1aFhcM8XNF75J1iIHMdBuA4EvHjarRPIOQwTjVkCYcCXe_iqqXq8r6a27RQoxoXR4fEn1bWQUUQq8YUwDyqffJvsfQKtiCNMCKnU0Q49/s1600-h/P1140026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053858668795494482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ3O95rsWHcIFPqtDDVjG33BqQxvP-1aFhcM8XNF75J1iIHMdBuA4EvHjarRPIOQwTjVkCYcCXe_iqqXq8r6a27RQoxoXR4fEn1bWQUUQq8YUwDyqffJvsfQKtiCNMCKnU0Q49/s400/P1140026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Wednesday night – a lovely gourmet dinner at James at the Mill with Susan and Jeter.<br /><br />Thursday night – dinner with Justin and Kristy and precious Stevens.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>The whole week was unseasonably cold with off-and-on rain. But there’s nothing like a trip to Rick’s to chase away the chill . . .</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSDGgHdAsqzGhR3N2SeDrBRRCbHseLv4O-sSSrkMsJUKrE0_UqBbLSOmYFOMpJWSg-tEbZS_VG9KElHM96FRVw_h-6kmn8Wj34lXKlszIqPMGIPHp9T3pB5P0bfWakcpvsr1P/s1600-h/P4130049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053857264341188674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSDGgHdAsqzGhR3N2SeDrBRRCbHseLv4O-sSSrkMsJUKrE0_UqBbLSOmYFOMpJWSg-tEbZS_VG9KElHM96FRVw_h-6kmn8Wj34lXKlszIqPMGIPHp9T3pB5P0bfWakcpvsr1P/s400/P4130049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Here’s the cookie jar display at Rick’s -</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjf7s5MWXj1P55TB3E5CGIRSuUlqZKeZoPmJHoam91Lcis0QdQrcE5JzDBkeamBMeLmQk0j6s71KW-BSnFflKn-WUumosVeriqmzLPTrahmkLX66KTRzYbefauI9aYy5w5ZIcr/s1600-h/P4130052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053856710290407474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjf7s5MWXj1P55TB3E5CGIRSuUlqZKeZoPmJHoam91Lcis0QdQrcE5JzDBkeamBMeLmQk0j6s71KW-BSnFflKn-WUumosVeriqmzLPTrahmkLX66KTRzYbefauI9aYy5w5ZIcr/s400/P4130052.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />Aren’t these the cutest cupcakes? A white cupcake is my all-time favorite Comfort Food. And I’ve never had too much icing on a cupcake - - - until I tried these. :)</div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbfr1b9waYVUrs3wMPft-qHMz0-JY9CB8enHq9Ljznyr8df8X1cjUCr0gDUWDadR4QrtMLSZQewvgMnivR340bTYWozpaRK-Gewhzj3wfPs8us8_ziE-p1Y40E5mVeqO4pC4G/s1600-h/P4130050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053856074635247650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcbfr1b9waYVUrs3wMPft-qHMz0-JY9CB8enHq9Ljznyr8df8X1cjUCr0gDUWDadR4QrtMLSZQewvgMnivR340bTYWozpaRK-Gewhzj3wfPs8us8_ziE-p1Y40E5mVeqO4pC4G/s400/P4130050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Shhh - don't tell anyone - but I love living in Arkansas.<br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-39601322280368794422007-03-26T19:20:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:30.089-06:00Day Trip !A day trip to Branson is always a fun day. Beautiful drive thru the mountains - good shopping - good food. We get up early, make a stop at Ed's Bakery in Conway (to check on the Spit, Whittle & Piddle Club that hangs out at Ed's every Saturday morning), and then head for the hills. Then it's shopping, lunch, a little more shopping, and supper in Harrison at DeVito's. And back home before bedtime. This trip was a shorter version due to some major highway work between Clinton and Harrison. Since the travel time was a little longer we had to cut out some shopping. We left Branson mid-afternoon - so we missed having dinner at our favorite spot. But settled for Market Place in Conway. And still got home in time to pick up a few necessities at Drug Emporium before it closed.<br /><br />Downtown Branson has seen a few changes since last spring. No more hanging out on the dock, dangling your feet in that dark, bone-chilling Taneycomo water, and watching children feed breadcrumbs to the ducks while you rest from shopping. Now its just an ordinary promenade between the lake and the mall parking lot. Pretty, yes. But I can't help feeling a little nostalgic about the old dock. Wish I had a picture of that somewhere!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhju7Q3-RJAgrRDI-eHLNj_SErYloYeRxGkndJ3agVWd9fFoaab9jHHon3FoUAXxV-dAOChc5LRJNImwD9QXzV5PvnSwEsaQHLI2NOqtSjDKcLB8eb9uauiMHtTRsyuoav1lop/s1600-h/P3240008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046393822649866818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhju7Q3-RJAgrRDI-eHLNj_SErYloYeRxGkndJ3agVWd9fFoaab9jHHon3FoUAXxV-dAOChc5LRJNImwD9QXzV5PvnSwEsaQHLI2NOqtSjDKcLB8eb9uauiMHtTRsyuoav1lop/s400/P3240008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWQ7tJuVAOMaN7kGcukcV4mmJ7Z0QUR9MmuhLIYvk6AZj4cDgro3uzZlJYQ2nMF04Qw046_ROS4HK4gY2OX7eYS3IbWO3JZ7tm2Kc41EC0aTD8c9fAHb1HhMkWcnUpgxsfwqs/s1600-h/P3240011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046393547771959858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWQ7tJuVAOMaN7kGcukcV4mmJ7Z0QUR9MmuhLIYvk6AZj4cDgro3uzZlJYQ2nMF04Qw046_ROS4HK4gY2OX7eYS3IbWO3JZ7tm2Kc41EC0aTD8c9fAHb1HhMkWcnUpgxsfwqs/s400/P3240011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6iLtsBWS8fQc2EgveF1a08O5MSGA5tjSJy_Qt_6qF5q5PSkaI6N2oNhPe2FUe-mgB9QDvBR7z6UAwxUZugkST15dKBoVRm1BsfX5bMVX2JHKHDMqvRi6NOEQXxn2yuO9mePw/s1600-h/P3240009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046393182699739682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6iLtsBWS8fQc2EgveF1a08O5MSGA5tjSJy_Qt_6qF5q5PSkaI6N2oNhPe2FUe-mgB9QDvBR7z6UAwxUZugkST15dKBoVRm1BsfX5bMVX2JHKHDMqvRi6NOEQXxn2yuO9mePw/s400/P3240009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xGOZzTU8U9PZCEVGY3F0TXmWKu7MoCQjASaWlmPhBuKlZXDQ2KHDmQPlJ_qed3J6xdVpCo0aesNF_vf5yur3IXb9CRTBoh3CQnmowzBpPJhdbUB5P6-Gcd4BQ-4w_Re6UmqO/s1600-h/P3240014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046392791857715730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5xGOZzTU8U9PZCEVGY3F0TXmWKu7MoCQjASaWlmPhBuKlZXDQ2KHDmQPlJ_qed3J6xdVpCo0aesNF_vf5yur3IXb9CRTBoh3CQnmowzBpPJhdbUB5P6-Gcd4BQ-4w_Re6UmqO/s400/P3240014.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-67943075966287185062007-03-16T13:25:00.000-05:002007-03-16T13:31:34.779-05:00spamI think email and internet are some of the most wonderful inventions of modern man. But also has its evil side. Everybody has to be as sick of junkmail as I am. What a waste. Does anyone really benefit from it? My junkmail filter catches 200-300 every day. But here’s a sampling of the ones that got thru (with my sassy comments):<br /><br />“Singles matchup” – ain’t single (thank you, Lord)<br />“Save thousands” – by clicking on junkmail???<br />“Confirmation of your order from Sony” – uh, I’m boycotting Sony because it is a sucky company, so I’m certain this is bogus<br />“Online degree program” – if I’m gonna spend time and bucks, I’m gonna get a REAL degree<br />“Get a higher education” – i dun been to hi skoo<br />“Find your soulmate” – I did (thank you, Lord)<br />“Find dates” – I have a whole calendar full of them, now run along<br />“Bad credit” – um, no thanks<br />“Don’t be lonely” – I’m not, dammit, now leave me alone<br />“Dream vehicles” – got one<br />“Love chat” – uh, how about a little prayer time, now there’s some love chat!<br />“Scholarship award” – ok, first off, I’m not a scholar<br />“Discount health insurance” – now there’s an oxymoron is I EVER heard one<br />“Talkshow trip” – sounds like a trip to hell if you ask me<br />“Money for you” – just for answering your stupid survey? Is “naïve” written on the ceiling?<br />“Attract any woman” – uuk, excuse me I need to go throw up<br />“Vacation to Las Vegas – participation required” – what? The government is requiring my attendance? They better buy my ticket and pay for meals and accommodations, too.<br /><br />These are just today’s selection. But at least I don’t get the ones about “Please your girl” or “Enhance fill in the blank”.<br /><br />There’s another group of junkmail that is either from illiterate people or people who have English waaaaaay down on their communication skills – like not their primary (or secondary language):<br />“Appeared than print”<br />“Get more better”<br />“Check our latest rintonges”<br />“Check out our latest ringotes”<br />“Check our our lastest ringtones” (these came in succession – not sure if they ever got it right)<br /><br />Then there are the intentional emails from friends / co-workers that leave me wondering, can’t you find a hobby? Or maybe a second job so you don’t have so much free time?<br />“Describe me in one word” – umm, I ain’t steppin’ in that<br />“Make a wish and forward this to 14 people and you will get your wish in 14 days” – Firstly, why would I want to annoy 14 of my best friends? And secondly, if I want something that is out of my power to accomplish, a prayer would be the needed thing (not a wish - and a wish and a prayer are definitely NOT the same thing).<br /><br />Sometimes I just try to think of junkmail as someone’s poor attempt at providing entertainment – like bubblegum music. Mostly I just DELETE. Okee, rant over. Back to more productive activities.anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-43716520933295146662007-03-12T20:19:00.000-05:002008-12-11T05:42:30.683-06:00that's how it is in ArkansasOne day everything is cold and brown, and the next morning you wake up to vibrant color - everything in bloom. Saturday was a beautiful day; warm enough to wear shorts on the bike trail. I saw turtles sunning on logs in the river, and even a guy waterskiing! But not much blooming. Just a few small wild flowers - violets and bluets.<br /><br />THEN . . . Sunday was like a burst of sunshine on the landscape. Suddenly, everyone's flowerbeds are full of daffodils and forsythia. and all the Bradford pears are blooming. Ahhh - spring.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghp9NK81ol9lsSzfvAHSQL3jhmLqFayaulUgWSu0444n7Xmr23aKVJ1wlCXUUqyb915ZDUTPBe_L0M1Eg1GLX0W7b-HWNemXWBGjFNrmFpmi8cJMzK4XTpW5b_XsnQN9w1idSf/s1600-h/P3120070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041213072560542338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghp9NK81ol9lsSzfvAHSQL3jhmLqFayaulUgWSu0444n7Xmr23aKVJ1wlCXUUqyb915ZDUTPBe_L0M1Eg1GLX0W7b-HWNemXWBGjFNrmFpmi8cJMzK4XTpW5b_XsnQN9w1idSf/s400/P3120070.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-10518249849450812312007-03-04T19:52:00.000-06:002008-12-11T05:42:31.392-06:00signs of springbusy soccer fields ...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0goaLp9a2iB7hThiOnhfccEMcDaZC7lrEt7alz-LeUjFmjxEq5lTUDLhROQ9cxviRmUDU5XbBytUUqML6HCM8nS5K4pWDLnMsGD9HTnQmxda5JQKTulI5yuCGAAQ3NyrF_-0F/s1600-h/DSC00164.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038254081339942610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0goaLp9a2iB7hThiOnhfccEMcDaZC7lrEt7alz-LeUjFmjxEq5lTUDLhROQ9cxviRmUDU5XbBytUUqML6HCM8nS5K4pWDLnMsGD9HTnQmxda5JQKTulI5yuCGAAQ3NyrF_-0F/s400/DSC00164.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>activity on the bike trail is increasing ...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWfqOCQJNeHkINgKZZzyNEFFji910s0lMcwuOBQOEIpDN9Ho9exSeoT4w9XTOEA1H93imz7m9dBw17xO4YVouwhIkcYccjoPo_So8nbyLwRMFix1faWmDMXLFlmnrc540vHjP/s1600-h/DSC00160.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038253720562689730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWfqOCQJNeHkINgKZZzyNEFFji910s0lMcwuOBQOEIpDN9Ho9exSeoT4w9XTOEA1H93imz7m9dBw17xO4YVouwhIkcYccjoPo_So8nbyLwRMFix1faWmDMXLFlmnrc540vHjP/s400/DSC00160.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div>Iris peeking thru the leaf litter and mulch ...</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlx-JhNON2QpTIe51zoevRgUS56gGWh22Fek0UrCoH9Eh6SMnutaIhyphenhyphen1XR004xDGmDKgr3m63VaCupM8TRnpbnn2uIe5cliq7up_gMOdCP_gq9_mAzV3P2L-Sf9bk9B9dmcak/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038253153627006642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAlx-JhNON2QpTIe51zoevRgUS56gGWh22Fek0UrCoH9Eh6SMnutaIhyphenhyphen1XR004xDGmDKgr3m63VaCupM8TRnpbnn2uIe5cliq7up_gMOdCP_gq9_mAzV3P2L-Sf9bk9B9dmcak/s400/DSC00154.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Julia, i miss you... MOMOXOXOXOX</div><div> </div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-27060753937973828822007-03-02T08:07:00.000-06:002008-12-11T05:42:31.608-06:00men in black... at the UALR BBall game last Saturday evening. <br />The men did a great job. The boys - not so good.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9DfrjH52l8NKruNXG_54MPi8gz14yLmz9_xlhhsP1_8X_z3exHvc1lzRwxj0O85X21TxABES_q8eUyZSmbGoX3n8dzEbDK6ipH-GQ2SObYea9ECtWf9UHiC1E2OFUqTzqG8e/s1600-h/men+in+black+-+UALR+2-24-07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037328728299736034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9DfrjH52l8NKruNXG_54MPi8gz14yLmz9_xlhhsP1_8X_z3exHvc1lzRwxj0O85X21TxABES_q8eUyZSmbGoX3n8dzEbDK6ipH-GQ2SObYea9ECtWf9UHiC1E2OFUqTzqG8e/s400/men+in+black+-+UALR+2-24-07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div> </div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-20647125283567891652007-02-23T19:00:00.000-06:002008-12-11T05:42:31.820-06:00and here's the menu (aka autograph)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_ZAEBenKTsfJx-KkilJHx2XL6vzxSDYEfdYcjryyX4wzsBiUGlMoQWIj1USVvGJwX185IIPW7vnkv4krByvSPAkKsXSVsJiSXg7sP0P1f8M2v79WDjN6NVZj-xhlCoMVoMZs/s1600-h/Jermain+Taylor+autograph.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034899883479340482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd_ZAEBenKTsfJx-KkilJHx2XL6vzxSDYEfdYcjryyX4wzsBiUGlMoQWIj1USVvGJwX185IIPW7vnkv4krByvSPAkKsXSVsJiSXg7sP0P1f8M2v79WDjN6NVZj-xhlCoMVoMZs/s400/Jermain+Taylor+autograph.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div>One of my co-workers said she would like to have some of that sexy chocolate.</div><div></div><br /><div>Too bad. It was not on the menu.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-67816438775334747872007-02-23T12:51:00.000-06:002008-12-11T05:42:32.555-06:00Now that’s some rims!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTu0GOv8qs3H_FwUNZf_JNkTLJqiLYPVdBep6EAM01AeYPD4hxzMqvUjMtrBoyk4sMCH9V6vQKru9sk8XV0j2IFJfgVNAdwfze2XkN49XKu74FSHW2W-JzYiF1KEi61rHWP-Z/s1600-h/Jermain+Taylor+autograph.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIdqw-iIUxfVV54_GTPPdezpwEkSR-GuiosPao3GCnPvbv0c3MEqDAUmJ7YTRjibwFF2RjN2ol2JVY0ly3xyWxxVeiQFChlnce6hytmYC_N_6dlsjRdAeSNuA0HM-VhS_mzx2/s1600-h/DSC00158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034815985588180386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIdqw-iIUxfVV54_GTPPdezpwEkSR-GuiosPao3GCnPvbv0c3MEqDAUmJ7YTRjibwFF2RjN2ol2JVY0ly3xyWxxVeiQFChlnce6hytmYC_N_6dlsjRdAeSNuA0HM-VhS_mzx2/s400/DSC00158.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Out to lunch with “the team” today. To a little place called Burger Mama’s. Jermain "Bad Intentions" Taylor is in town for the Arkansas Sports Hall of Fame. How did I know when I suggested Burger Mama’s that he would show up??? And be happy to give me his autograph!</div><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NfFK5gD4zWdY8GvwU2hKdnAhXdjwvKTIr6hXgOPh9Ff2_qXX8RdKLgh436_g3Cz7cTEB4WCKFIOP1fO9YKpdnxS6X-idSr-qj-vAV9kl4igrKal2tV0Do6JjVO9tIzE5oWoJ/s1600-h/Suzy+&+Jermaine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034815487371974034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9NfFK5gD4zWdY8GvwU2hKdnAhXdjwvKTIr6hXgOPh9Ff2_qXX8RdKLgh436_g3Cz7cTEB4WCKFIOP1fO9YKpdnxS6X-idSr-qj-vAV9kl4igrKal2tV0Do6JjVO9tIzE5oWoJ/s400/Suzy+%26+Jermaine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZJdYhMZuOhGXSno85SX0evBGmzt0hEb-uMMjJv-Ulo0CIylwT7bbwx3DRzRQP2oZ6R0VMZDvMiuI-ELwxchHjRas67EK_9ODKYJojB6Xuo9AhXyrACXgE7W3VSBYwkjIZrVz/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034804505140598130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZJdYhMZuOhGXSno85SX0evBGmzt0hEb-uMMjJv-Ulo0CIylwT7bbwx3DRzRQP2oZ6R0VMZDvMiuI-ELwxchHjRas67EK_9ODKYJojB6Xuo9AhXyrACXgE7W3VSBYwkjIZrVz/s400/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-47069187537228888772007-02-21T21:27:00.000-06:002007-02-21T21:53:32.694-06:00I'm old, but not that old!I've just been updating my blog template and a few of my links. I got a really good laugh when i took a look at my profile.<br /><br />SURPRISE! It said my age was 250!!!<br />Don't believe it. Really! Oh, well, I got a good laugh out of that.<br /><br />It seems the year got weird when i updated the template.<br />Never trust technology. It can be v-e-rrrr-y random.<br />:)<br /><br />Hey, Andrew! I love your flash pirates project. I'm looking forward to seeing your new creations. Remember, even Bill Gates started small.anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-39020527060894389522007-01-28T15:31:00.000-06:002008-12-11T05:42:33.218-06:00a cold day in January<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpLlgXPGmHxG6s789KAhLDFW8QV5fJ4WKJkYKVnoTHlatQ3tStdaL3sDlv1zo0SMEztfYzUq8hKVFmDhfuEsLQUnhnkrF3VbcNFWHlpaRdjLV9jc_EUOTQE2aNXzZdchtSYnd/s1600-h/P1250084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025198726253545394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpLlgXPGmHxG6s789KAhLDFW8QV5fJ4WKJkYKVnoTHlatQ3tStdaL3sDlv1zo0SMEztfYzUq8hKVFmDhfuEsLQUnhnkrF3VbcNFWHlpaRdjLV9jc_EUOTQE2aNXzZdchtSYnd/s400/P1250084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4y7WF8KOPDZwZQ0A5xc-vcbG9Y0EOQqOFSIk2QLWK-H68WEktFXLSiWci5HFkhYWFhcBtUipzdyhVaq4Kmq_DluU8dVwqAEIwjbF-At3-T7S7lsBMTVvOmpn5Pd-UdWSHYDFb/s1600-h/P1280088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025198077713483682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4y7WF8KOPDZwZQ0A5xc-vcbG9Y0EOQqOFSIk2QLWK-H68WEktFXLSiWci5HFkhYWFhcBtUipzdyhVaq4Kmq_DluU8dVwqAEIwjbF-At3-T7S7lsBMTVvOmpn5Pd-UdWSHYDFb/s400/P1280088.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwq29PVcqPCIwzvr8FPcZiolqgzSsses82W25ajtkjTtf2H_HBDQLPV2d9syn22NMxGVTANnLsvo-piCV77uVTrfbdRDAaqZIMvyxHLuoUA2MvWW-fOCh3OpF-Y8OmQov8Dy3a/s1600-h/Reservoir-P1280084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025197828605380498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwq29PVcqPCIwzvr8FPcZiolqgzSsses82W25ajtkjTtf2H_HBDQLPV2d9syn22NMxGVTANnLsvo-piCV77uVTrfbdRDAaqZIMvyxHLuoUA2MvWW-fOCh3OpF-Y8OmQov8Dy3a/s400/Reservoir-P1280084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Call your Daddy! It's his birthday!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-54077247503966605742007-01-27T13:53:00.000-06:002008-12-11T05:42:33.350-06:00you probably won't like itHere, let me have that. You prolly won't like it.<br />:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPHkiXJ0hcn0G8oZoo9QM0k09idZFp3HUWLgkD7XeCm2MyOB2zeeRaauYid96ZlQi10XTHS30EWF6kzEFVTM9gw8m_x4N-T-LVbWTAFaSG5CPxKjBQvtt8TkrEuVyZcvbX01c/s1600-h/P1270071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024801574922651522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDPHkiXJ0hcn0G8oZoo9QM0k09idZFp3HUWLgkD7XeCm2MyOB2zeeRaauYid96ZlQi10XTHS30EWF6kzEFVTM9gw8m_x4N-T-LVbWTAFaSG5CPxKjBQvtt8TkrEuVyZcvbX01c/s400/P1270071.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, I was off to a good start on a diet last week. Lost 4 pounds in 4 days. Then Mr. Dad got home from the India trip. The stop-over in Zurich was a perfect shopping opportunity, it seems.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I did not eat all the empty spots! HONEST!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>It's a busy Saturday morning. I finished removing the "cottage cheese" from the breakfast room ceiling, and Mr. Dad has finished the repainting. Maybe we will tackle the wallpaper soon. NO PROMISES!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The clothes dryer is "dead". I guess I will spend the afternoon at the laundromat. Good thing I have a book in progress and some knitting to take along. Book-wise, I am trying to finish up one I save just for traveling. It has short chapters (easy to pick up and put down), and has kept me quite entertained. <strong>The Man Who Ate Everything.</strong> Now we know who ate the chocolate! :)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-1169415475553656382007-01-21T15:32:00.000-06:002007-01-21T15:39:45.266-06:00in the kitchen<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1779/543/1600/159081/DSC00148.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1779/543/400/256826/DSC00148.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My efforts in the kitchen this week have been decidedly UN-culinary. Cooking has been replaced by "redecorating". Patching and painting.<br /><br />Almost done with the kitchen, then I will move on to the breakfast room.<br /><br />Excuse the quality of this photo. It was taken with my Palm - as the REAL camera has taken a trip to India! It will be back tomorrow :)anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-1168815861510858212007-01-14T16:34:00.000-06:002007-01-14T17:13:37.650-06:00"jammie" cookiesThe "kitchen event" of the weekend was sort of a non-event. I got off work Friday afternoon and went to the grocery store for the first time since New Year's Day. The "thawed freezer" episode sort of helped me postpone the usual weekly trip.<br /><br />So I got home from the grocery store, and turned on the weather channel just to quickly check - is it going to be warm or cool this weekend? GOOD GRIEF - A SNOW STORM IS BLANKETING TULSA - AND IT'S ALREADY 36 DEGREES IN FORT SMITH. I BETTER GO BACK TO THE STORE FOR MORE FOOD!!!<br /><br />So, back from the second grocery store, with enough food to last AT LEAST another month - and feeling that happy feeling when the cupboard is stocked, I settle down to wait for the snow that was not to be. Like a kid anticipating a day out of school. But, no snow. Just rain, rain, rain all weekend.<br /><br />My cooking exercise for this weekend consisted of swiss steak (always a favorite) and a cookie recipe that has been in my recipe box since high school that I have never made. I spent a summer with Aunt Lottie when I was about 12 and we made these cookies (more like I watched). But I saved the recipe and then last week I got inspired by a cooking blog I read, and thought of the "jammie" cookie recipe in my archives. The blog made a similar cookie, but they suggested using Nutella - sooooo - walla! I made half with red plum jam and half with Nutella. I clearly need a new name for the recipe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1779/543/1600/682510/P1140013.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1779/543/400/536702/P1140013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p> </p><p>Here is the link for the food blog which provided the inspiration:</p><p><a href="http://creampuffsinvenice.typepad.com/cream_puffs_in_venice/2006/12/best_wishes_for.html">http://creampuffsinvenice.typepad.com/cream_puffs_in_venice/2006/12/best_wishes_for.html</a></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-1168124649971467612007-01-06T16:04:00.000-06:002007-01-06T17:04:09.980-06:00those pesky new year's resolutionsOne of my "goals" for the new year is to cook more. I have already tried several new recipes since Christmas, and got up this morning ready to try a couple more. I made some oatmeal cookies this morning, and then some "tofu salad" (just think egg salad or pasta salad - but - - - you know...)<br /><br />Well, both of those turned out pretty good, and i was feeling very - hmm - satisfied. So far - so good.<br /><br />Shortly after noon i started thinking about supper plans, and went to the freezer to pull out some pork chops or something. Uh-oh!! The freezer accidentally got unplugged and there was a puddle of water. All the frozen foods sitting there thawing - but fortunately still very cold. I started grabbing towels and pans, and PLANNING DINNER!! Woo-hoo! Let's have a party tonight!!<br /><br />So, call the grandparents, call the kids, tonight we're having:<br /><br />Vegetable Soup<br />Roast Pork Loin<br />Turnip Greens<br />Lima Beans<br />Roasted Brussels Sprouts<br />Black-eye Peas<br />Sister's Rolls<br />Apple Pie<br />Strawberries (and ice cream that was in the house freezer)<br /><br />I do much better with impromptu parties, anyway. No time to get in a flutter!<br />Wish you were here!<br />:)anjehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04313674496249847330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8188072.post-1167833663935479842007-01-03T08:02:00.000-06:002007-01-03T08:21:32.376-06:00Little T-Bone and BaldyI got to see a bald eagle and feed a calf yesterday. Good start for 2007. 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