In defense of a questionable Dinner I once cooked back in 1977 and consequently have not heard the last of critical reviews to this date in 2013. Some people claiming that I made the dish off the top of my head, since Good Housekeeping would never publish such a thing. Well here is the proof I just found tonight. Only difference in the recipe is mine called for hotdogs where this is kielbasa and vinegar swapped for lemon juice.
See the following:
Sweet-and-Sour-Kielbasa
Wednesday
Thursday
Sunday
Thanksgiving By The Numbers
By: Franklin Habbit
1. Guest list. Fifteen
2. Dining room chairs. Eight.
3. Chair deficit. Seven.
4. Number of guests who will not
be horribly put out if asked to eat turkey while sitting on milk crates. Two.
5. Chair deficit. Five.
6. Number of guests who will likely not attend due to influenza, based on World Health Organization’s seasonal forecast. One.
7. Number of chairs neighbor across hall is able to lend. Two.
8. Number of chairs upstairs neighbor would like to borrow from me. Four.
9. Number of chairs gained from neighbor across hall after 50/50 split with upstairs neighbor has been negotiated. One.
10. Number of hand-knit scarves upstairs neighbor will be getting from me at Christmas. Zero.
11. Number of friends willing to bring own chair to dinner via subway. Two.
12. Number of friends now upgraded from scarf to mittens on holiday knitting list. Two.
13. Chair deficit, counting on accuracy of influenza forecast. One.
14. Number of rounds knit while pondering chair deficit. Fifty-two.
15. Number of rounds in one Christmas mitten. Fifty-two.
16. Number of mittens left to finish by Christmas. Fifteen.
17. Aspirin. Two.
18. Chair deficit, counting on accuracy of influenza forecast. Still one.
19. Number of guests who are begging to please bring amazing new boyfriend to Thanksgiving dinner. One.
18. Revised chair deficit, counting on accuracy of influenza forecast. Two.
19. Revised number of mittens left to finish by Christmas. Thirteen.
20. Number of chairs guest with new boyfriend will agree to bring with her. One.
21. Revised number of mittens left to finish by Christmas. Fifteen.
22. Cocktails. Two.
23. Rounds knit while drinking cocktails. Fifty-two.
24. Number of mittens left to finish by Christmas. Fourteen! Yeah!
25. Cocktails. One for the road!
26. Rounds knit while drinking third cocktail. Fifty-eight. Wait. Fifty-three. Forty?
27. Number of mittens left to finish by Christmas. Huh?
28. Indignant messages to "friends" who expect me to provide them with chairs and turkey and mittens and still somehow have a life of my own, a life to which I am fully entitled, thankyouverymuch, because I AM NOT YOUR SLAVE. Six. I think.
29. Revised guest list. Eight.
30. Chair deficit. Zero.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Saturday
Austin/Dallas
The trip to Austin/Dallas was wonderful. Made a friend on the six hour wait for our delayed flight to Dallas and we were lucky enough to sit together and visit on the same flight home too. God is alive and still trying to keep me safe and sane.
Austin could not have been better other than needing 24 hours more time. I laughed alot, traipsed all over, went to eat at a Diners Drivins and Dives recommendation (which was closed) drank D Amaretto and Cap't Morgan for the first time. Spent time with alot of interesting people including M Stoker touring the area and hotel chain mucky mucks one evening (long story). I visited the Harley store one day and fell in love. All in a couple of days. FYI I fell in love with a harley. Obviously though, the bike was just a lugger compared to the bikes that Jon and JonJon ride. Oh well it looks fun and feels great sitting on it. They tell me I can lay rubber with it. Yup, now I'm sold.
Doesn't get much better than Austin. It has a 3 hour drive to the ocean too. Wonder if I'll ever see Florida to compare it to. One never knows.
Dallas, not so good. I am allergic to it. Something there does not like me. Eyes watering and felt like someone sitting on my chest. However, Jon and family made up for any discomfort. We were the ultimate tourists having a wonderful time! Same thing with them.....more time was needed. I needed to have a picture of my young friends I met while dining at OG in Dallas. They were a hoot. Six college kids filtered into the bar as the evening progressed and entertained me until the bartender had all his closing work finished. They wanted me to take their names for facebook to hook them up with Colby so he could meet them and move down there to go to college. Lost those notes, sadly. They helped me set an itinerary for when Jon and family arrived.
The election is over and Obama won. Devastated about that and heart broken over the death of one of my true friends. Beautiful Judy, always willing to help and playing such an important role in my older children's lives. She taught them to sew, embroider, cross stitch and loved them with all her heart.
I wish.........no need to beat myself up in print.
I miss her, so few people I trust and the loss of one is overwhelming.
Austin could not have been better other than needing 24 hours more time. I laughed alot, traipsed all over, went to eat at a Diners Drivins and Dives recommendation (which was closed) drank D Amaretto and Cap't Morgan for the first time. Spent time with alot of interesting people including M Stoker touring the area and hotel chain mucky mucks one evening (long story). I visited the Harley store one day and fell in love. All in a couple of days. FYI I fell in love with a harley. Obviously though, the bike was just a lugger compared to the bikes that Jon and JonJon ride. Oh well it looks fun and feels great sitting on it. They tell me I can lay rubber with it. Yup, now I'm sold.
Doesn't get much better than Austin. It has a 3 hour drive to the ocean too. Wonder if I'll ever see Florida to compare it to. One never knows.
Dallas, not so good. I am allergic to it. Something there does not like me. Eyes watering and felt like someone sitting on my chest. However, Jon and family made up for any discomfort. We were the ultimate tourists having a wonderful time! Same thing with them.....more time was needed. I needed to have a picture of my young friends I met while dining at OG in Dallas. They were a hoot. Six college kids filtered into the bar as the evening progressed and entertained me until the bartender had all his closing work finished. They wanted me to take their names for facebook to hook them up with Colby so he could meet them and move down there to go to college. Lost those notes, sadly. They helped me set an itinerary for when Jon and family arrived.
The election is over and Obama won. Devastated about that and heart broken over the death of one of my true friends. Beautiful Judy, always willing to help and playing such an important role in my older children's lives. She taught them to sew, embroider, cross stitch and loved them with all her heart.
I wish.........no need to beat myself up in print.
I miss her, so few people I trust and the loss of one is overwhelming.
Wednesday
Audrey's Gift
Deep Calls to Deep.
Becky Renee
When the wind is blowing and the waves are high; When you’re tossed about and you think you’ll die. Cry out to the Lord, cry out and be saved. Deliverance will come, when your pride has caved.
Lying deep in a pit, stranded alone and displaced; feeling helpless and sick, staring death in the face. Cry out to the Lord, cry out and be blessed. Deliverance will come, and your heart will find rest.
Trapped in a whirlpool spinning round and round, it feels never ending, going down and down. Cry out the Lord, cry out and be still. Deliverance will come, with new life in His will.
Deep calls to deep in despair and strife; Surrender to God, surrender your life. Cry out to the Lord, cry out on your knees. Deliver me Lord! Deliver me please!
I thank God for the deepness He’s taken me to. The lessons I’ve learned, the wisdom that grew. I cried out to the Lord, I cried out and found peace. Deliverance came, and my hopelessness ceased.
Believe God can save you, believe He will hear; believe that He loves you, cast away all your fear. Cry out to the Lord, and cry out today! Be delivered now, and throw your pride far away.
Psalm 42:7 Deep Calls to Deep
The book of Jonah
Becky Renee
When the wind is blowing and the waves are high; When you’re tossed about and you think you’ll die. Cry out to the Lord, cry out and be saved. Deliverance will come, when your pride has caved.
Lying deep in a pit, stranded alone and displaced; feeling helpless and sick, staring death in the face. Cry out to the Lord, cry out and be blessed. Deliverance will come, and your heart will find rest.
Trapped in a whirlpool spinning round and round, it feels never ending, going down and down. Cry out the Lord, cry out and be still. Deliverance will come, with new life in His will.
Deep calls to deep in despair and strife; Surrender to God, surrender your life. Cry out to the Lord, cry out on your knees. Deliver me Lord! Deliver me please!
I thank God for the deepness He’s taken me to. The lessons I’ve learned, the wisdom that grew. I cried out to the Lord, I cried out and found peace. Deliverance came, and my hopelessness ceased.
Believe God can save you, believe He will hear; believe that He loves you, cast away all your fear. Cry out to the Lord, and cry out today! Be delivered now, and throw your pride far away.
Psalm 42:7 Deep Calls to Deep
The book of Jonah
Those Were The Days My Friend
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And think of all the great things we would do.
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I'd see you at the school yard
We'd smile at one another and we'd say
Chorus:
Those were the days, my friendWe thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
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| Colby, Michial, Jordan "all innocents" |
La la la la la la La la la la la la
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| They brought up the rear in the processional at Baccalaureate |
Just tonight I stood before the school yard
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely old man really me?
Those were the days, my friend
We thought they'd never end
We'd sing and dance forever and a day
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
Those were the days....oh yes those were the days
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Grand Children
My wonderful friend Ann has so many grand kids it is hard to count them all. She adores each and every one. I too adore each and every one of my grand children. The difference is that I only have
a few to worry about. I am not complaining. Ann is a multi-tasker
, a whirl wind in all things that she considers worth her time. I have never met anyone quite like her. She can accommodate all those lovely kids in her life, keep track of everyone's progress and have them running under her feet while cooking dinner for twenty. So back to grand kids, these are my beauties. They are all I need, I love each and every one of them and I know their parents will always do what is best for them as I tried to do for my own children. I am also trying to be more flexible and accepting that traditional is a choice but not a mandate. Kids can go to daycare and can learn two languages at the same time, be bookworms, play sports or not play sports, have parents at two locations and God still makes sure that everything works out alright. I have no control over them all I can do is love them with all my heart.
, a whirl wind in all things that she considers worth her time. I have never met anyone quite like her. She can accommodate all those lovely kids in her life, keep track of everyone's progress and have them running under her feet while cooking dinner for twenty. So back to grand kids, these are my beauties. They are all I need, I love each and every one of them and I know their parents will always do what is best for them as I tried to do for my own children. I am also trying to be more flexible and accepting that traditional is a choice but not a mandate. Kids can go to daycare and can learn two languages at the same time, be bookworms, play sports or not play sports, have parents at two locations and God still makes sure that everything works out alright. I have no control over them all I can do is love them with all my heart.
Tuesday
The Luck of Mac Berns
VALLEY NEWS LIVE. COM
The Olympic torch made its way through the streets of London. It passed by some of the city's most historic landmarks including Wembley Stadium and Buckingham Palace.
Friday, the torch finally arrived at Olympic Stadium just in time for the opening ceremony bringing an end to its 70-day, 80,000 mile journey.
The historic run is bringing back memories for a West Fargo man. Mac Berns was one of 11 North Dakotans to take part in the lighting of the flame during the 1996 Summer Olympic games in Atlanta.
This tradition dates back to ancient Greece. Before the games, runners, also known as "heralds of peace" traveled the country as a sacred truce so athletes could compete peacefully at the games.
Centuries later, that ritual was a special moment for Mac Berns -- when he was flown to the Twin Cities to be a part of it.
"I just take the whole thing in. It just brings back memories when this happened. A very positive thing in my life," says Berns. "It was an extreme honor to do so and I felt that."
The iconic Olympic logo , the 20 host cities etched on a gold-plated band, 16 years later, Mac Berns still gets chills when he's holding this bit of history.
"It went by too quick. You have the adrenaline because of the crowd and just the excitement because you're the only one holding the flame at the time," he says.
Mac still laughs at how it all happened. The torch route never made its way through North Dakota, but thanks to a friend who threw in mac's name during a Coca Cola contest, the 19-year-old Bismarck State College grad at the time, had won the gold.
"It was a fluke," he laughs. "I didn't sign up for anything and I won it. I had one chance out of anybody in North Dakota."
Mac was one of 10,000 torchbearers who carried the flame for approximately one kilometer or .62 of a mile. In the center of the crowds, police escorts and Olympic athletes running the route with him, Mac says he felt like Olympic royalty.
"You don't run very fast. You kind of want to soak it in," he says. "There was a lot of anxiety with the flame coming up and you had to keep that from your face."
84 days, 16,000 miles, across 42 states -- all culminating in that emotional moment when Olympic gold medal winner and three-time heavyweight champion, Muhammad Ali, emerged to ignite the final flame.
"When he lit the torch, it was kind of cool because he was holding the same flame that I was holding. My eyes were glued to the set," says Mac.
Like the 3-point-5 billion who were also watching, Mac says watching that cauldron ignite made the journey last a lifetime.
"There's nothing like it. It'll never happen to me again," he smiles.
Mac got to keep the torch after his run. He says each torch is engineered to burn long enough for one leg of the relay
Monday
MEMORIAL DAY
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| Massachusetts National Cemetery This is for all the heroes who gave their lives for Freedom no matter how muddied the politicians make their efforts Our men give their lives so that we may live in Freedom Some Heroes Left this world in conflicts overseas Some Heroes Came home to live the conflict everyday Some Heroes Took their lives to avoid living the conflicts All Are Heroes who served their country Ready To give their Life for my Freedom |
Wednesday
Here I Go Again....
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Sadly for me the Broadway Production of “Momma Mia” was showing in Seattle the whole month of March and I never had a clue. L
Thursday
Just came from a City Council mtg. OMG, Darrell Peoples stated "Tell me the names of the hispanic families that spend so much money on coming out parties, cause I'll raise their rent!"
Talk about exploiting a minority! I am livid, we were left speechless! What a fucking bigot with an overinflated ego. Obviously he thinks he houses all hispanics in our area. God forbid they have the ability to buy their own home and send their children to college. GRRRRRRRRRRR. Okay, I have calmed down. won't speak of it again.
Talk about exploiting a minority! I am livid, we were left speechless! What a fucking bigot with an overinflated ego. Obviously he thinks he houses all hispanics in our area. God forbid they have the ability to buy their own home and send their children to college. GRRRRRRRRRRR. Okay, I have calmed down. won't speak of it again.
Sunday
Grandma
Tuesday
Thanks For All The Memories
With the new year drawing near I am overwhelmed with so many New Years Eve's of past. Some wonderful and some painfull. But all in all my friends have always been there. Some are lost friends that Facebook brought back to me. Lots of you remember and share things that are just a glimmer of memory, helping me to reconnect with who I was. Once you strip the layers of crud off me it is amazing that I actually haven't changed a whole lot. Mind you that is not necessarily a good thing, but reassuring that there is a constant in my life. I guess that I want those people who feel hopelessly mired in the crap around them, to remember who you are, and still will be.... as this too will pass.
God Bless you all.
Wonderful Wonderful
God Bless you all.
Friday
Our MELLOW Thanksgiving dinner
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