Monday, July 6, 2015

Quote of the Week: 07/6/15

God is with you.

Friday, July 3, 2015

Independence Day: July 4


Wednesday, July 1, 2015

STRANGE SATURDAY EVENT

Last Saturday as Kathi and I were lounging and trying to decide what to have for breakfast, we were listing to classic country and western music. (I was ready to grab Kathi and do a two step around the living room.) We listened to Johnny Cash, Merle, Jim Reeves, and I could go on and on. Good music on a Saturday morning to go with our coffee.

As we sat there, and talked, and listened to the music. A song that I have not heard in over 25 years popped into my head. It had me talking to Kathi about when my best friend Ed and I first heard it all that many years ago. It hit a cord with us as we could identify with the lyrics. So, before I tell you all what the song is, and who sang it, I'll tell you why it was kind of strange.

I was told this many, many years ago, and I believe this in my very soul: when someone passes, whether family or friend, and if you're open and thinking of them, that there can be some kind of contact. It could be a butterfly that lands on you; the smell of that person's perfume or after shave. I know someone who swears that after his mom died, he received a phone call from his mom's home phone with her answering machine message calling. His mom had passed three weeks before.

So, maybe there is something to it.

Anyway, back to the story of what happened. I sat with Kathi and told her about this song that Ed and I always played when we went to this restaurant. I could not remember the title, but the tune was in my head. The song is titled "Rollin' With the Flow" by Charlie Rich.

All of a sudden, the song started up. We both looked at each other, Kathi's eye's as big as dinner plates, and I got goose bump's all over and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. Coincidence? Maybe. But I (and Kathi) think it was Ed. Maybe just to say, "Hey! I'm here."

You can laugh and say it was nothing. Or that It was just our imaginations. But me? I think it was Ed. It brought a tear or two to my eye, but it made my day and strengthened my belief. Is there an afterlife? I think there is. And I'm glad that Ed stopped by.  


Tuesday, June 30, 2015

4th OF JULY

The 4th of July is this weekend. I enjoy the 4th of July. It used to be that you could set off fireworks on your own or with friends. Now they want you to go to firework shows. And those are now becoming fewer and farther between. 

My friends and I, when we were kids, would just about wet ourselves waiting for the firework stands to start going up around town. We would save as much money as we could so that we could get some really cool things that went BANG! Or that you could launch into the air. The BIGGER the better. Pop bottle rockets, the bigger the better. Fire crackers, the bigger the better. 

Cherry bombs, M-80s, zingers, black cats, fountains, whistlers, spinners. If it made a loud BANG! or flew, we just had to have them. Even the sparklers could be fun. We would have pop bottle rocket fights and Roman candle wars. We would blow things up like that old model car that had fallen on the floor of your room. Or maybe one of your sister's dolls. Coffee cans and soup cans were fun, also. 


And you know, not once, ever, did we lose a finger or put someone's eye out. We never burned down any homes or torched a field. We were always told, reminded, and re-told what the 4th of July was all about. We all had fun. We would bar-b-q in the back yard, play games, visit with neighbors, and wait for it to get dark.

You could set in your front yard and eat homemade ice-cream, and watch fireworks up and down your street. Some places, like baseball games, had fireworks shows. But, now days, it's against the law to have or set off any type of fireworks in our area. I have even heard that you can't even have or light those little black cones that make a snake of ash on your side walk.

Yep, the 4th of July has gotten pretty tame these days. But what it means and what it stands for will never ever be diminished.

Hope that you all have a safe 4th.

  

Monday, June 29, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK : 6/29/15

"Without labor nothing nothing prospers."
-- Sophocles, Greek playwright and philosopher

"The thing I hate about an argument is that it always interrupts a discussion."
-- G.K. Chesterton, English writer

"The end of wisdom is to dream high enough to lose the dream in the seeking of it."
-- William Faulkner, American novelist

"Study without desire spoils the memory, and it retains nothing that it takes in."
-- Leonardo DaVinci, Artist, scientist, inventor and author

Monday, June 22, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK: 6/22/15

"To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic."
-- Alphonse de Lamartine, French writer and politician

"No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings."
-- William Blake, British painter and poet

"Winning is a habit. Unfortunately, so is losing."
-- Vince Lombardi, American football player and coach

"We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us."
-- Joseph Campbell, American writer and mythologist

Monday, June 15, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK: 6/15/15

"There are two ways to pass a hurdle; leaping over or plowing through. There needs to be a monster truck option."
--Jeph Jacques, creator of online comic strip "Questionable Content "


"When a thing is funny, search it carefully for a hidden truth."
--George Bernard Shaw, Nobel Laureate in Literature


"Be modest! It is the kind of pride least likely to offend."
--Jules Renard, French writer

Friday, June 12, 2015

ANCESTRY

Have you ever wondered about who your ancestors are? Have you ever tried to find out? Well, I've been working on mine. I found out, on my Dad's side, that our first Noland came all the way from Ireland and ended up on our shores, in Maryland, in 1686.

From there, we spread out, and moved southwestward. I've had family in wars, and family who worked in government. Family who had large families, and those who lost families. Some may have had slaves, and some who may have been slaves themselves. And maybe some who were on the other side of the law. Store owners, ship makers, innkeepers. . .  the list could go on.

On my mother's side, it goes back to England, then they came here, to Plymouth Rock, by way of the Mayflower. Just like my Dad's side, the list is long, and it is hard and interesting to try to find information on people in my family. I'm sure that they all come from different walks of life. Good and bad and whatever is in between.

It's history. It's my family history. It is also the history of our country. It is the lives, loves, tragedies, riches, and all else that make us who we are. It's what we stand for. Skeletons in the closet? Yes. And I'm looking to see what else the family history has to give.

If you can, look into your own family. See what you can find. I'm sure there are great family stories out there. I plan to write about some of them myself. You will also find some things about your own self as you go along. It's fun, it's very addicting once you get going. And the information that is out there and available to you is beyond mind boggling. Besides, you might even find that you have some famous people in your family.

I'm still looking for mine, but to me? They are all famous in my family.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH

I'm sure that you all know that recreational pot is legal here in Colorado. And now we will have what is called "Canna Camp." Have any of you heard about this? This Canna Camp is in Durango. It is on 170 acres and it will cost you $395 dollars per night, per person.

You can only toke up outside. You can play golf, fish, and I'm sure there are other activities. I guess happy time (hour) starts at 4:20 PM. So, I wonder if they have a place where you can purchase your munchies, or do you have to supply your own? Will you be able to purchase extra pot at the front desk? I mean, if I have to pay close to $400 bucks a night, what else do I get for that price?

And what of the animals? Are we going to have stoned chipmunks running amok? Are you going to be attacked by a stoned  bear that thinks you are a taco from Taco Bell? Are the hummingbirds going to see you as a giant sweet sippy-cup? What about a bull elk or a big buck that's high, and looks at you and decides that it's rutting season all over again?

What about when hunting season comes along? How would you like to be out hunting around Durango, with a bunch of hunters who are stoned? I wouldn't. 'Course, they might have some fantastic food and great munchies, and never set foot out of camp. Or, maybe some of them would trek to their tree stand and, when they set down, find that they forgot to bring their bow with them.

All of this "fun" will start July 1st.

I personally think that Colorado made a BIG mistake by legalizing recreational marijuana. It is more of the dumbing down of America trend. And, yeah, I smoked it years ago. Plus, I drank like a fish. But I grew out of it a long, long time ago. I have no problem with medical pot. If it helps, then by all means be my guest.  But do we really need a hotel that caters to marijuana users?

I wish that the people of Durango would think more about what this could do to their town other than bring in money and the impact it could have. Then again, maybe it will make them all rich.
Note: Kathi here -- I had to sneak this photo in of Jim from an event at a library conference we went to around 2008 -- tie-die, gray wig, leather wrist band, handband and all. Shhhh! He won't know it's here, probably until comments come in. Hee hee hee!

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

COWBOY UP

The cowboy code was never really written down. But, now and then, a old cowboy would take a boy aside and teach him things. Things to know, things to do. They would pass on a "code" that they had lived by their whole life.

I think that we, as men, in this day and age should maybe take heed. And try and teach young men and boys this "code." I think that women and girls may gain from this also. Maybe we all just need to be reminded now and then.


                        - COWBOY CODE -

 1. Learn all you can and cultivate wisdom.
 2. Speak the truth, and let your word be your bond.
 3. Never betray a trust, or desert a friend.
 4. It's fine to feel fear, but don't let it back you down.
 5. Remember that good never prevails without courage and grit.
 6. Be courteous, polite, and neat.
 7. Be gentle with women, children, and the elderly.
 8. Listen to the elderly, for they can be wise.
 9. Protect and care for those who can't help themselves.
10. Protect the land and care for animals.
11. If something sounds too good to be true, expect that it is.
12. Do the job you're paid to do with honor and pride.
13. Never quit when times are the toughest.
14. Speak straight, speak properly, and don't speak to much.
15. Keep your sense of humor, and don't meddle.
16. Smile, it could open doors for you.
17. When you have done all you can, rest in your faith.
(From: A Look at Life from the Saddle: Stores and Inspirations from a Cowboy, by Armour Patterson)

There are some others. And some are just common sense. It couldn't hurt to put some of these to use today in our lives. Now, if we could just get the young ones to put down their gadgets and listen.

Monday, June 8, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK: 6/8/15

"An unhurried sense of time is in itself a form of wealth."
--Bonnie Friedman, author

"We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend."
--Robert Louis Stevenson, Scottish novelist and poet

"Laugh and the world laughs with you; snore and you sleep alone."
--Anthony Burgess, English writer and composer

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

LOTS AND LOTS OF RABBITS

We all know that rabbits are quick on their feet. And that they are quick to reproduce. When you have rabbits, they get into just about everything. They also seem to be on the smart side. It once took my Dad a whole year to get rabbits out of his garden.

Their garden was 50-feet by 100-hundred feet. They plowed, they planted, and fenced it off. Soon, the garden had young sprouts shooting up all over the place. Then the young sprouts and some of their veggies were disappearing, and my Dad found evidence of some wascally wabbits had been at the garden. He set some traps around the garden. He managed to catch a few. But the garden was still being raided.

He checked and rechecked the fence. He could not find where they were getting in. Then one day, when he was in the garden doing some hoeing, something ran between his feet. Scared the crap out of him. He started to look around the garden. Almost right in the middle of it he found a rabbit hole. He guessed that when he put up the fence that he fenced some of the rabbits in the garden. He told me that those were some of the best rabbits he had eaten in years.

Now our garden is up and ready to go. Except we came home the other night and found that a -- or some -- rabbits had been digging in our garden. The garden is now fenced off. But, it does not stop there. These brazen little bas***ds now lay in wait for Kathi and I. They will lay in the yard, right next to the sidewalk. You come out of the house, walk towards the garage, and it jumps up, scares the pee out of you, and runs off about 10 yards or so, and stops. And I swear that they turn around and then flip you off.

Some friends of ours are having rabbit problems also. Their rabbit problem is worse then ours. They have gangs of rabbits. And they swear that the rabbits are throwing gang signs back and forth at the dogs. I think that there will be a turf war soon in their backyard. I'm also sure that one of those gang of rabbits, is called. . . The Dead Rabbits, from that movie Gangs of New York. I think the other gang is called The Bunz or something along those lines.

I saw three rabbits just the other day, chasing a German Shepard down our street. They are so brazen that they have picked out a spot in our front yard to lay and sunbathe. Plus they watch our front room window while lounging in the sun, and flip you off if you look out the window. I'm hoping that they will chase the mailman. Then, maybe, if they don't catch him he will file a report. Maybe send in the National Guard or something. I even think that they may have scared off all of the coyotes around here.

These bunnys are planning to take over, I just know it.
  

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

JAMES MADISON: Our Fourth President.

James Madison, our fourth president, made this wise observation.

"I believe there are more instances of the abridgment of the rights of the people by the gradual and silent encroachments of those in power, than by violent and sudden usurpations."


Thursday, May 28, 2015

Renuzit Pearl Scents: A Review and Giveaway (A Kathi Post)m


Renuzit provided me with a sample of Renuzit Pearl Scents in exchange for a review of the product. All the opinions expressed here are mine alone.

I am a scent person. I choose just about every product based on its scent -- household cleaners, shampoos, lotions, soaps -- you name it.


One thing I really like is to walk into my house and have it smell nice. When my Renuzit Pearl Scents sample arrived, I opened it and put it out right away. I received the Sparkling Rain sample. That's also good because that scent is green, and green is my favorite color!

Though I do not think it actually smells like rain itself, it does smell fresh and clean. I placed the container in my hallway, but I do not really spend enough time walking back and forth to get to smell the scent often enough, so I moved it into the bedroom.

It smelled great, but I am sleeping most of the time I'm in there, so I moved it to the living room near the entrance. I can smell the clean and fresh scent pretty much the entire time I'm home. I really like the way it smells, so that's good.

It's also kind of fun to look at because the "pearl" aspect of it is that the product is made of shiny, gel-looking pearls. Every once in awhile, I give it a shake when I walk by just because it's fun and I think it stirs things up and gives the room a fresh burst of scent. Are you a fisher? These kinda remind me of salmon eggs, but prettier and they smell WAY better. (Oh, no -- I hope my husband Jim does not get any wild ideas.)

Renuzit Pearl Scents are offered in Sparkling Rain, Serenity, Seductive Pineapple, Tranquil, and Blue Sky Breeze. Bonus -- they are pretty, too!

Renuzit has given me 3 free-product coupons to giveaway so 3 readers can try it, too. If you want to receive one of them, please send me an email with the subject line "Renuzit Pearl Scents" and give me your name and mailing address in the body of the email. I'll choose three entrants at random to receive a coupon for your own free Renuzit Pearl Scents product. 

Email me at kathleennoland (at) yahoo (dot) com by June 1. I'll draw the recipients on June 2 and will mail out your free product coupon the same day. I'll post the recipient names here so that you can start watching for yours if yours is one of the names drawn.

Thanks for stopping by and reading.

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

DID YOU KNOW?

Have you ever heard of pupaphobia?

It is an unreasonable fear of dolls and puppets.

So, now you know!

Monday, May 25, 2015

Memorial Day: Thank you

Thank you to all who served, and to those of you who have family who served. God bless.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Ted Nugen't's Post to Think About

Ted Nugent posted this on his Facebook page yesterday, and I thought it was interesting and something some of you might like to see.
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For those Americans still capable of actually thinking with a sense of honesty, THINK ABOUT THIS!

Part I
A. Back off and let those men who want to marry men, marry men.
B. Allow those women who want to marry women, marry women.
C. Allow those folks who want to abort their babies, abort their babies.
D. In three generations, there will be no liberal democrats.
 


Part II
10 Poorest Cities in America and how did it happen?
(City, State, % of People Below the Poverty Level)
1. Detroit , MI 32.5% 
2. Buffalo , NY 29.9% 
3. Cincinnati , OH 27.8% 
4. Cleveland , OH 27.0% 
5. Miami , FL 26.9% 
6. St. Louis , MO 26.8%
7. El Paso , TX 26.4%
8. Milwaukee, WI 26.2%
9. Philadelphia , PA 25.1%
10. Newark , NJ 24.2%

What do the top ten cities (over 250,000) with the highest poverty rate all have in common?
Detroit, MI (1st on the poverty rate list) hasn't elected a Republican mayor since 1961
Buffalo, NY (2nd) hasn't elected one since 1954
Cincinnati, OH - (3rd) since 1984
Cleveland, OH - (4th) since 1989
Miami, FL - (5th) has never had a Republican mayor
St. Louis, MO - (6th) since 1949
El Paso, TX - (7th) has never had a Republican mayor Milwaukee, WI - (8th) since 1908
Philadelphia, PA - (9th) since 1952
Newark, NJ - (10th) since 1907
THINK ABOUT IT! 


Einstein once said, "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

It is the poor who habitually elect Democrats...yet they are still POOR.
THINK ABOUT IT!
 
Part III
"You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. 
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong. 
You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. 
You cannot lift the wage earner up by pulling the wage payer down. 
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred. 
You cannot build character and courage by taking away people's initiative and independence.
You cannot help people permanently by doing for them, what they could and should do for themselves."
--Abraham Lincoln
THINK ABOUT IT!


"Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the government take care of him had better take a closer look at the American Indian.” -- Henry Ford


THINK ABOUT IT!

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

FEED YOUR FACE: BBQ - IT'S TIME

After Mom's day, it is time to do some planting of gardens. Time to clean the patio and patio furniture. Time to get out the utensils for cooking on the grill. Unless, of course, you're like me and use your grill in the winter time. 'Course, anytime is a good time to cook on your grill.


I'm lucky; I have a couple of grills I use. But now is the time to clean your grill, buy more propane, wood chips for smoking, charcoal, and new utensils if need be. Check all parts of your grill and replace anything that looks old or worn out. Check propane bottles and lines. Also check carefully under the lid of your grill. I had a couple of wasp nests one time.

'Course, once I have my grill ready for the summer I want to cook something on it the same day. Make something simple, like hot dogs or some burgers. I also get out some of my recipes that I've gotten over the years, or some that I've seen on TV or out of a magazine. I also go through spices, rubs, marinades. Replace them, make new ones, or buy some of your favorites.

Do you use any cast iron on your grill? Check them for rust and such. If need be, clean and re-season them. How about that rotisserie? Do you still have all the parts? Does the motor still work? Check the cord. Do you have a apron? Has the one you used last year been cleaned? Do you need a meat thermometer? How about the batteries? How about the squirt bottle for flare ups on your grill? And what about a fire extinguisher? It doesn't hurt to have one handy, just in case.

So once you're ready, it's time to crank it up. Do some cooking. Give the wife a break. Throw a He-man steak on the grill. Cook up some chicken. Do some beans in the skillet. Smoke some fish on the grill. Maybe you have some leftover elk or venison in the freezer. Cook it low and slow. It's a good time to spend with family and friends. Or to really bug your neighbor when he smells something cooking on your grill.

So, have at it. Time to start the grilling season. Be safe. And as I like to say: FEED YOUR FACE!

Monday, May 18, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK: May 18, 2015

"Wisdom consists not so much in knowing what to do in the ultimate as knowing what to do next."
--Herbert Hoover, 31st President

"Let me win, but if I cannot win, let me be brave in the attempt."
-- Special Olympics motto

"Everything you can imagine is real."
--Pablo Picasso, Spanish artist

Friday, May 15, 2015

NOT FUN

First, I want to thank those of you who said prayers and sent well wishes for me while I was out with kidney stones. Next, I thank my better half, Kathi, for doing some posts about how I was doing. And for watching over me. And hauling my fat little butt to and from the hospital. (Sorry if I scared you a few times.)

So, I won't go into great detail about the kidney stones, and the procedure to be able to pass them suckers. I will say, though, that when you have one of the stones at about a half inch in size? You are NOT going to be able to just pee that sucker out. Thank God for some good drugs. I wish that the doctors would check out getting some equipment in a smaller size. Haven't they ever heard of fiber optics??!! Enough said.

I'm on the mend, and trying to get back in the swing of things around home. I lost a few pounds while having the stones. I lost my sense of taste for awhile. But, with how good a cook Kathi is, I'll gain a few of those pounds back. I'm ready for some home-cooked ribs, biscuits and gravy, and homemade cookies. Maybe we can go out to eat, and I think that I would be good for about a pound of crab legs and some hush puppies. The Isle of Belly is in need!

When I used to drink beer on a regular basis, I never got kidney stones. Maybe it's time to fry up some bacon and have a beer.

Again, thanks for the prayers and your words of encouragement. They helped immensely.

Monday, May 11, 2015

A Jim Update: Good News (A Kathi Post 5/11/2015)

Jim has finished his procedures and had his surgeries, and is definitely on the mend!

He'll be back to blogging later this week or early next week.

Thank you for your words of encouragement and prayers. Both were appreciated. 


Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Another Jim Update: A Kathi Post

Jim is still hanging in there, waiting for his next surgery to get the largest stone blasted out of there. 

He can't sit very long, and he's really uncomfortable, so that makes blogging no fun.

Thanks to those who have stopped by and left comments or sent him notes to his email. He will be back, but just not as soon as hoped.

We appreciate you!

Friday, March 20, 2015

Review & Giveaway: Dial Miracle Oil Body Wash (A Kathi Post)

Update: The giveaway winners are Ruby G., Fran H., and Cathy C. Thanks to all of you who entered.


The Dial brand provided me with a sample bottle of Dial Miracle Oil Body Wash in exchange for a product review. All opinions expressed here are my own.











I have tried a lot of different soaps and body washes over the years. Maybe you are like that, too? The first thing I noticed when I looked at the bottle of Dial Miracle Oil Body Wash is its pretty amber color. It looked rich, like the beautiful amber pendant someone brought me from Bulgaria once upon a time.

When I poured some into my hand in the shower, it felt super rich and silky, and smelled like. . . well, I really do not know what to say about the scent, other than it is mysterious – in a nice way, of course.

I usually use body wash instead of bar soap every day when I shower because, though I do not usually have dry skin, I have noticed my skin does feel tight and dry in the winter, especially when it has been cold out and we’ve needed the furnace on to stay warm.

So, I had already noticed the rich look, rich feel, and rich scent, and you can add rich lather to the list. I have used in-shower body lotion in winters past, so I expected this rich product might be hard to rinse off, but that was not the case. It rinsed clean! My skin felt so soft and smooth, and with just a tiny bit of scent remaining.

Okay, so I really liked using this. That made me curious to look at what it is made of – Marula oil. I found a Web site that told me, “Hand harvested by women in village collectives from the exotic fruit seed kernels of bio dynamic and drought resistant Marula trees, indigenous to Southern Africa and Madagascar,” and “Marula Oil is ideal for dull, aging skin, under-nourished skin and frequent travelers.” (http://www.africanbotanics.com/the-beauty-and-skin-care-benefits-of-marula-oil/) So, now we know why it does what it does.

All day, after using this, my skin still feels soft, smooth, and – if I stick my arm directly to my nose – lightly (very lightly) scented.

Dial Miracle Oil Body Wash is excellent!

The Dial brand sent me three coupons to give away. I’ll choose three names at random to receive a coupon for a free full-sized bottle so you can try it yourself. To enter, email your name and mailing address to kathleennoland (at) yahoo (dot) com. I’ll notify the recipients on Friday, March 27.


Thanks for stopping by!

Thursday, March 19, 2015

A Jim Update (A Kathi Post)

Jim has had an emergency surgery and two ER visits just this week! He is on the mend, but still away from this blog for awhile. He is very tired and sore, and he has a second surgery in a week or two. So, add him to your prayers? Thanks – Kathi

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

STONES

There are all kinds of stones in this world. Flat stones, round stones, long stones, short stones. Stones for building. There is also flag stone, sand stone, paving stone. We also have gem stones in all shapes and sizes. There are all kinds of stones, all around us. 

Our bodies can even have stones. Like gall stones and kidney stones. And that's what I've got going on right now. I've been trying to pass some kidney stones since February. That is why I have not done much blogging of late. This is not the first time I have had kidney stones. The last time was about 10 years ago. Lots of pain, and three trips to the hospital, before I raised hell, and told them to get me a room.

This time, I thought that I had seen blood in my urine back in February. I was not sure, and didn't have any pain at the time. A week or two later, after shoveling snow, I had a little twinge of pain, kind of like when you slightly pull a muscle in your back. No big deal, took some Advil, pain gone. Had the same little nagging pain for a week or two.

Then got up one morning, went into the bathroom, and there was definitely blood in my urine. But by the end of the day I could not see any blood, but we made an appointment with the doctor. Four days later, at the doctor's office, I had a urine test and there was blood in my urine, even though i couldn't always see any. I told the doctor about the little twinges of pain that I kept having in my lower back. The doctor set up a appointment for me to go and have a CT scan done.

After the CT scan, we went home. The next day, the doctor called and said to set and appointment with the urologist, because I had several small kidney stones and a good sized one, also. I called and tried to get in to the urologist within a day or two. No go. They can't see me until March.So, now I have to wait until the 17th March to see the urologist. Thankfully, I have only had one really bad night with pain, and the pain pills the doctor gave me not only knocked out the pain, but knocked me out also. 

The very first time I had kidney stones, the pain was so bad that I passed out. I was taken to the hospital, where I stayed for about a week without passing a stone. They ended up taking me to surgery, knocking me out, sticking this thing up inside me, and crushing the stones so I could pass all the pieces out. Folks, I'm here to tell you. . . I would not wish this kind of pain on anybody. Not even my worse enemy. I believe this is as close as a guy can get to the pain a woman goes through to give birth.

It seems I have these about every 10 years or so. This is my third time. Sorry if I grossed anybody out.

Maybe this time I'll see if I can keep these stones. Maybe post a picture or two. Maybe a little craft work, and make them into earrings or something.

Monday, March 9, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK : 3/9/15

"If you can't say something good about someone, sit right here by me."
-- Alice Roosevelt Longworth, Writer

"He who is not everyday conquering some fear, has not learned the secret of life."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson, Writer

"It is easy to sit up and take notice. What is difficult is getting up and taking action."
--Al Batt, American Writer

Monday, February 16, 2015

Quote of the week: 2/16/2015

Not so much a quote as it is a cartoon. Every year we say we are not going to buy Girl Scout cookies, and every year we end up buying some -- and some years we buy more than others. Well, they are good and they do teach Girl Scouts some things, so let's just say we do it for the good of everyone, right?


This comic is attributed to basketcasecomix.com

Friday, February 13, 2015

VALENTINE TIME

This Saturday is Valentine's Day. We don't want to forget about who all we need to send valentines to. So, get the JUMBO box of candy, double up on the roses, hit the ATM for some extra cash to take them to a fancy dinner and all. Maybe go to a show or dancing. 

Maybe us guys could do a little striptease for our ladies. Or, the ladies could do a little striptease for us guys. Set the mood, turn the lights down low, or -- for some of us -- maybe with the lights turned off. I tried a striptease dance for a lady friend years ago. (I used a tether ball pole, you know, the kind cemented in the old tire.) I brought it into our bedroom before she came home and set it by the foot of the bed. I had candles, I had Barry White ready to play on the record player. I even went and bought a bottle of her favorite wine, Boone's Farm Apple. 

All was set. I took her out to Dino's Italian Restaurant. We had the lasagna meal with salad and bread sticks, and a couple of glasses of house wine. After the meal, I gave her this HUGE box of candy and a Valentine card. As we drove back to our apartment, she snuggled up next to me. When we got home, she went straight to the bathroom. I went into overdrive. I got her two dozen roses, and spread them on the floor from the bathroom to the bedroom. I turned down the covers on the bed. I turned Barry White on the record player. I stripped down and put on this "thong" thing, and put on a pair of boxers with hearts all over them on top of that. Then I waited.

I waited some more. I re-started Barry White. I waited some more. Finally, I heard the bathroom door open. I quickly started Barry White again, and positioned myself next to the tether ball pole. The mood was set. Things were looking good. Then, I heard a yelp, and then another yelp, and then a scream of pain. I ran to see what was wrong. As I stepped towards the bedroom door, I (of course) stepped on one of the roses that I had spread on the floor. THORNS! I had forgotten to remove the thorns from the roses. 

As I hobbled down the hall, my valentine was in great pain, as was I. Except, some of the roses had stuck to her feet and she had set down on the floor to remove the roses. She also had a couple of the long stemmed roses stuck to her butt. I made it over to her, helped her up, picked her up, and carried her to our bedroom.

I placed her on the bed, and it was then that I noticed she was wearing one of her old ragged nightgowns, and had goopy cream all over her face.

There I was, all ready to carry on for Valentine's Day. I got all the stickers out of her feet and her tush that I could. I poured her a glass of apple wine, restarted Barry White, and started my striptease for her.She didn't say anything, just kept on drinking her wine.

When I got to the part of the striptease using the tether ball pole. . . well, that's when it went really bad. 

I tried to swing around the pole. About half way around, the pole tipped, I stubbed my toe on the foot board of the bed, landed on my knees, and found the last of the rose thorns on the floor. As I landed on the floor, that made the record of Barry White jump. Somehow I ripped my boxer shorts. The tether ball pole rolled and hit the mirror of the dresser and broke it. 

By then, I had rug burns, thorns embedded in my knees, ripped shorts, broken mirror shards all over the bedroom, and Barry White sounded like he had the hiccups. My girl friend was giggling. And I was trying to act nonchalant about the whole thing.

I missed work the next day. She kissed me and gave me a big smile when she went out the door to work. I could have sworn I heard her say, "Next year let's just stay home." 

Monday, February 2, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK: 2/2/15

"In the end, everything is a gag."
--Charlie Chaplin, British actor, director, and producer

"Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers."
--Alfred Lord Tennyson, English poet

"Forget your opponents; always play against par."
--Sam Snead, professional golfer

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

IT'S NATIONAL BLUEBERRY PANCAKE DAY
















Did any of you know this is National Blueberry Pancake Day? How come it's not on any calenders? WHY WASN'T I TOLD?!

Okay, calm down, we can handle this. Wait, no fresh blueberries around. We'll use frozen blueberries. Now to make the pancake part. Instant or from scratch? Buttermilk, buckwheat, corn, or -- my favorite -- sourdough? Whatever kind you like. Whip up a batch or two and add as many blueberries as you want.

Now, with the blueberry cakes you need some bacon on the side. Or maybe some sausage is in order. Maybe a couple of fried eggs. A big steaming cup of coffee and some orange juice. And more bacon.

When I was just a little feller, my grandmother (when she made pancakes) would cook up bacon and then crumble it up and put it in the pancake batter.

Of course, you gotta have some type of syrup to put on your pancakes. Now, when it comes to syrup, I like maple the best. But then you have your different types of berry syrups, also. Mix and match your syrup.

My great-grandfather liked sorghum molasses on his corn cakes. Sometimes he would spread homemade jelly or jam on his hot cakes. But, when it came to blueberry pancakes, it was maple syrup. I remember watching him, one morning, eat a stack of 10 pancakes about the size of a coffee cup saucer.

I was amazed! That's a lot of blueberry pancakes in anybody's book. And Papa was not a very big guy. With those pancakes, he also had two or three fried eggs, over easy, about six slices of bacon, I don't know how many cups of coffee, and -- if grandmother made them -- some fried potatoes. Oh yeah, and a small glass of juice.

So, have I made you hungry? Well forget your diet for today. Whip up some blueberry pancakes, smother them in butter, and drown them in syrup. Feed your face, let the syrup run down your chin. Smack your lips. Then when you're done, lick the plate. Go ahead, I dare you. I won't tell. I promise. I double-dog dare you.

Besides, It's National Blueberry Pancake day.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

DID YOU KNOW? 1/27/15

Did you know that the people who are native to very high altitudes in the Andes have more blood than those of us at sea level? They have three quarts more.

So, now you know.

Monday, January 26, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK

"You better live your best and act your best and think your best today, for today is the sure preparation for tomorrow and all the other tomorrows that follow."
--Harriet Marineau, English writer and philosopher


"A sense of humor is a major defense against minor troubles."
--Mignon McLaughlin, journalist and author


"Memory feeds imagination."
--Amy Tan, American writer




Monday, January 19, 2015

QUOTES OF THE WEEK: 1/19/15

"A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him or her."
--David Brinkley, TV Newscaster


"If everyone is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking."
--George S. Patton Jr., World War II General

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

DO YOU REMEMBER: Ford Pinto

Do you all remember when they came out with the Ford Pinto? It didn't seem to take long before you started to see them everywhere. Two of my best friends had Pintos. Ed had a red pinto when we were in high school. In all the time I ever rode with him around town, I don't think I ever saw him put that thing in fourth gear. And a Pinto is not a babe magnet. I don't care what you did to it, at least it wasn't one for Ed. We would cruise around the neighborhood, listen to the eight track, smoke cigarettes, and just goof around. And, of course, I had to mess with Ed every now and then.

We went cruising one Saturday night. As we headed into downtown Denver, we had to stop at just about every stop light. At one light, Ed pulled to a stop, put the Pinto into first, and was looking around and talking as we always did. As he was looking out the driver's window, I very gently reached over and pulled the Pinto out of gear -- just moved it to neutral. We kept talking. When the light turned green, Ed gave it the gas. I mean, he rev-ed it up like a race car. And we just sat there. 

The look on his face was one of puzzlement and shock. He thought he had blown the clutch. When he figured out what was up, he about came unglued and he called me a few names. I did this to him every several blocks. When he seemed about ready to make me walk home, I switched it up some. I would then instead pull the parking brake when he would stop at a light. It drove him crazy. But he did laugh about it when he told our other friends later. After that, we ended up taking my '70 Chevelle to cruise around. Besides, it was more of a babe magnet. 

There was only once that I remember Ed picking up this sweet thing while cruising around. She had run out of gas and Ed was taking her to a filling station. Ed got rid of his little Pinto not long after high school. I had gotten rid of the Chevelle by then. Ed bought a Jeep Cherokee, and I had a Chevy Blazer. We would romp around the hills near our homes.

Our friend Marc bought a bright lime-green Pinto wagon. We had loads of fun with him and his "green weenie," as we called it sometimes, since it aggravated him to no end. One night while we were all hanging out at the Denny's restaurant with nothing to do, we somehow came up with this cat and mouse game with our cars. We would drive around this BIG field out behind the King Soopers store. We would drive around with no lights on and sneak up on one another from behind, and then blast the car in front of us with our headlights. It was loads of fun.

Then we changed it up a bit. We had to drive up behind one another, get out, sneak over, and take the other persons gas cap. Once you did that, you then blasted them with your head lights. We did this weekly for several months. Then one night Ed took Marc's gas cap from his Pinto while we were at Denny's. 'Course, Marc noticed it when he went to go home.

I didn't know that Ed had taken it. Marc just knew it was one of us. Well, Marc took off for home pretty pissed at Ed and I. Once Marc was gone, Ed showed me the gas cap. He said he had a neat idea. We left my Blazer at Denny's and used Ed's car, as we cruised the neighborhood looking for other Pintos. We finally found one; it was black. Ed jumped out and "borrowed" the gas cap. We went to Marc's and put the black cap on his bright green Pinto then went back to Denny's.

The next day, we met up to go to Marc's. Marc was still miffed about his gas cap. Again Ed swore he had not touched it and I did the same. We left Marc's and met in the parking lot of Denny's. Ed was laughing like a little girl. All of a sudden, Marc came flying into the parking lot, screaming something about our moms that we couldn't quite make out. Marc threw the black gas cap at us and drove on out of the parking lot.

We spent the next couple of weeks gathering different colored gas caps from Pintos, and putting them on Marc's Pinto. He had quite the large selection to choose from, color-wise. He gave up on getting his gas cap back and bought a locking gas cap. Ed and I managed to return a lot of the gas caps. A lot of them we just left on the roofs of their Pintos. Seems that they had also bought locking gas caps.

We had a lot of fun times over the years. Marc's Pinto was the one used when we went Big Wheeling at Red Rocks Park. 

Monday, January 12, 2015

Quote of the Week: 1/12/15

“Today expect something good to happen to you no matter what occurred yesterday. Realize the past no longer holds you captive. It can only continue to hurt you if you hold on to it. Let the past go. A simply abundant world awaits. (January 11)” 
― Sarah Ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy
Photo by Jim Noland, (c)2014

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

THE TEN DOLLAR TENT












Have you ever bought something on the cheap and had it last you for years and years? I bought a tent from my best friend Marc, back in the day, after high school. He had been in the Boy Scouts years before we were in high school. Anyway, he had this bright orange two-man tent that was held up by fiberglass poles. It was faded here and there, and had one or two little holes from being too close to the campfire at one time or another.

It was well used, and we had used it a few times on fishing trips up on the Gore Range. He was getting rid of it. He wanted 20 dollars for it. I knew that he had paid 40 dollars for it brand new, and that it was well over 15 years old. We talked, we haggled, I walked away. Then we haggled and talked some more. I finally talked him into selling it to me for 10 dollars.

I took my "new" tent home, put it up in the backyard at my grandmother's house. I bought a can of water-proofing and sprayed the bejeezus out of it, let it set for three days, and had to take it down so I could mow grandmother's yard. That weekend, I packed up and went fishing. Things were great, until I went to put up the tent. I forgot the poles. 

Now, I've camped many a time and slept under the stars in all kinds of weather because I didn't have a tent or tarp. But, this time I had a perfectly good tent but no poles. So, I made do and got the tent set up anyway. Just as I was putting the last pole up from a old dead aspen tree, I heard a truck coming down the road. Guess what? It was Marc.

He had stopped by my grandmother's house and found out that I had headed up to do some fishing for the weekend. Grandmother had found these fiberglass poles laying up against the garage and wondered if Marc knew what they were for. Marc laughed and told her they were for my tent and that without them I would be hard pressed to get the tent up. Well, Marc went home and got his sleeping bag and fishing pole and drove all the way up to where I was camped.

I had the tent up with no fiber glass poles, but old aspen limbs. We spent the weekend fishing, laughing at how the tent looked with aspen branches. There were nights around the fire, and we were talking, smoking, looking at the stars, and listening to the night sounds of the forest. When we crawled into the tent to sleep, I thanked Marc for letting me buy his tent.

I used that tent for many a year. Just the summer before last, I gave the tent to a kid down the street. It was hard to give it away, with all the memories I had of using it all of those years. It was a tad more bleached out; the only part of the tent that was still bright orange was the floor. The same holes were still there. I never patched them. The kid had just joined the Boy Scouts and needed a tent. He was excited, and his dad came by and thanked me. They were a bit short on money, but he wanted his son to make the camping trip.

I'm sure that Marc was smiling down on me from heaven as the boy walked away with his "new" tent. I think with the memories I have, and the smile on that kid's face, it was the best 10 dollars I ever spent.