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Happy Birthday Mom and Kansas

Last year at this time, my mom was opening over 100 birthday cards.  It was an old fashion card party, and I still think about it and smile.  Like I said (that's what my mom always says) last year, my mother is the Queen of writing letters and sending cards.....so she deserved some herself.  And she surely got them!  I'm thankful the Lord saw it fit to give my mother one more year of life.  I needed her this year, and she was always there to listen and help.    My mom hasn't always been old.  She once had two little girls.  This house , which is on a corner in Great Bend, is still there.  It's where I first remember things.  Like swing-sets, kittens, bubble gum, guppies, and somebody feeding me a tomato when I was in a high-chair, and sunlight was coming in the kitchen window. ( I like sunlight).....We ate cake and watermelon on this porch, ran in the sprinklers in this yard....and could walk two houses down to visit my Granny. Happy Birthday Kansas!  I g

Don't say it.....

  There's a million things to do. There are a million things to learn. A million things to see. To say you are bored, could mean, that you think you have learned it all, and seen it all, and done it all. If you can't bring yourself to work, or do something spiritual..... read something. Make something. Do something for somebody else. Write a letter. Call somebody.  "Days Are JUST Packed"  "There's Treasure Everywhere!"   Don't be bored. Just don't be it.     

For Kimberly Burkhart

Kimberly, I was reading something this morning and came across a fact you might want to know.   Photic Sneeze Reflex is a trait characterized by involuntary sneezing after an individual is exposed to bright light after adapting to the dark. This trait is believed to be inherited, but identification of the specific genes involved has not been made yet. Photic sneeze reflex occurs in about 10 percent of people. The photic sneeze reflex (also known as photoptarmosis, colloquially known as "sun sneezing") is a condition of uncontrollable sneezing in response to numerous stimuli, such as looking at bright lights or periocular (surrounding the eyeball) injection. The condition affects 18–35% of the population, but its exact mechanism of action is not well understood. So now, we know the term.  This is what you have.  The book I read it in says this is inherited.  Let's try not to lay blame on anybody here.  It could be lots of people you got this tra

January 13

  I made a breakfast recipe from Pinterest. The tater tots made kind of a hash brown crust. Then I whipped eggs, cheese, bacon together.... and baked it. If YOU try this at home, use a big size muffin pan, and be sure to spray it. You can change it up with different cheese, add onions, use sausage instead of bacon. Don't mess with the eggs. Use real ones.   I got my Amazon order!    I'm glad I got the aluminum one, instead of one that could break/crack/shatter because of boiling water.    I boiled the amount of water that would fit in my coffee cup. Poured the boiling water over the grounds in the filter. It just drip drip dripped right into the cup.    Perfect and hot. I think I'm going to like this new way to make coffee.    I also bought a rocking chair. It had hideous furry stuff on it. Looked like the feathers from a baby peacock. Even *I* couldn't like it. I recovered it wi

Random Coffee

Wouldn't you just love to be on a road trip and see this?  This is a picture from my friend's new home.....her husband's name is really Joe.  How about.........YES! I'm pretty much always ready.  Just ask. Yeah.  I hate going in to coffee places that speak a different language than just the normal size cup language. Well, I don't go STRAIGHT for the coffee pot in the morning.  I feed Sheba and Bunny and Zephyr.  How could I enjoy coffee with Zephyr outside the kitchen window meowing like she hasn't eaten since 1943......or Bunny scratching 100 mph...... at the glass door to her little sleeping room.....or Sheba pulling the *stare* on me.  If you get your coffee ready for the morning, before you go to bed at night, then turn around so I can pat your back.  What a great thing that must be.  This is why I like to camp.  We always get coffee and donuts on the way.  I can put up with anything after that..... I'd like s

Soon

      Soon we'll reach the silver river, Soon our pilgrimage will cease; Soon our happy hearts will quiver With the melody of peace.

Jambalaya

If you like green peppers, lots of hot spices, rice, shrimp, chicken, sausage and onions, canned tomatoes (you can hardly taste them) and celery.....all mixed together, then you like Jambalaya.  I listened to the song about Jambalaya growing up.....never knowing it was something you could actually make and eat, even if you didn't live in Louisiana.    I did the recipe right. Sometimes I don't.    It has a rather sick color to it, but it was really good.    David and Kimberly helped us eat it. And lived to tell about it.      I shouldn't have started the year out so lofty. I should have made grilled peanut butter and jelly....that way anything I made after that would somehow be better. Thank you Pinterest for the recipe. This coming week I'm making crunch wraps, just like Taco Bell. Well, maybe not JUST like Taco Bell. There won't be any tomatoes on the ones I make.      

Passion

  Passion:  a strong feeling of enthusiasm or excitement  for something or about doing something   Some passions are easy to come by. Sports, gardening, sewing/crafts, shopping,  welding, travel, pets, cleaning, reading, cooking,  video-phone-internet-GAMES,  painting, writing, decorating, health food, exercise/fitness, old  movies, farming,  racing, building a business, coffee, snazzy dressing, guns, surfing,  collecting barb-wire,  hunting....and many more things.   If you have a passion for sports,  you don't have to make yourself watch a game. I've never been forced to sew a quilt. I love to plant flowers and fix up the yard. I like to shop at thrift stores.....it comes easily. If you love dogs, it is a pleasure to have one. Have you ever looked at somebody in real life, or from history, and wondered how.in.the.world. did they do SO much? How did an author write so many books, and you can barely read the funnies. How does o

Decluttering 101

  I got these *helps* from a website......... If you have to go to 27 sites about cleaning your house up, search for ideas to help you,  learn and study ways to clear out your STUFF, watch three seasons of Hoarders, talk about it for 3 years...... YOUR HEART PROBABLY ISN'T IN IT.  We all know when we're ready to do this. Until then, just enjoy life, and remember, clutter is relative. Don't let somebody else's minimalistic lifestyle, ruin yours. Have we used this item in the last year? Used it?  In the past year? Are you kidding?  I haven't even SEEN most of my stuff  for 7 years. Do I love this item?  I had a high school history teacher that said you can't LOVE things.  My best friend kept saying she loved graham crackers, and he got so mad he could hardly talk.  He said you could only love people.  She never gave up.  Actually, with the people that were in her life, I can understand why she loved graham crackers.  Does it make me happy? If it made

2015

I'll start the year off with a Snoopy post. I've loved Snoopy and Charlie Brown since I can remember. My dad used to say to me, "You can do it Charlie Brown."    Snoopy seems to be silent, but say so much.    Snoopy is always ready to just be cool, to take a nap, to eat cookies, and if necessary, fight with the neighbor cat.    Snoopy loves naps, and he loves to smooch.    He can be bummed out, but never as bummed out as Charlie Brown. We're a lot like Snoopy, or he's a lot like us..... we just don't have speech bubbles. Probably a good thing.    Little things make Snoopy happy. Like a letter in the mail. Which reminds me, I ought to look for some Snoopy stationery.    Snoopy helps you try to tell somebody just how you feel. I used to have a miniature deck of Snoopy cards. It was a picture of Snoopy, blue background, white snowflakes. I wish I still had