Hope... to wish for something with expectation of its fulfillness. to have confidence: trust. to hope with little reason or justification. to expect and desire. It is the dictionary's description of hope.
So what do we hope for? Putting aside the greed.. We hope for solutions to problems. We hope for a better life. For ourselves as well as others.
As a nation, we hope for a good and safe solution to a war? police action? or what ever one wants to call it. They said they had a plan. But it seems the plan only went into how to start it. Not how to solve it, or finish it. Peace? How presumptuous they were, that they could bring peace when there has not been peace in that area for over 2,000 years. Yet we have hope.
Congressmen in the nation as well as the states, have gave themselves raises for years, yet hold down the minimum wage for the bottom workers. They say, it will just raise the economy higher and we will have a depression or any other down side term they can say. Yet, their raises don't do that? How is that? But we have hope, that maybe this time around the votes may have been heard. Maybe, we hope that the worker who makes it happen for the higher paying jobs, will be treated fairly. We hope.......
The people have express their feelings about how the law is for some, while those who enforce the law, seem to think it doesn't pertain to them as much.. We voters have hopes that abuse of all kinds, will be dealt with. Justly and fairly. We hope.
In Bonner County, we have hope that the bypass will be come a reality. After all, 50 years is long enough to wait. We have hope that the powers who loved the increase of high level housing will see that the low level need affordable housing. Affordable on $5.75 to $9.00 wages. $220,000 is not affordable, by those of service type jobs. We hope for all of them to have a safe house. And we don't lose families in trailer fires. We hope......
Mississippi, no not the ones you saw on the TV who bragged. But the people who were down in the gullys of filthy water and snakes and God only knows what.. Who carried babies to safety. The Drs. who stuck it out... The workers who are down there building homes without all the glory that the media talks about. The quiet ones, that only their friends and family and others with them, know what they have done to give hope to those who lost so much.
For all the volunteers across the country who not only make Christmas and Thanksgiving each year for those less fortunate. But don't just stop there, and work it around the whole year. With little thanks. Just the smiles on the faces and the hugs they sometimes get.. which the volunteer will tell you, is enough thanks. As they give hope to all.
For Kroc Center, in Kootenai County, when open will give hope to those who need a place and an education, and a second chance.
For Shasta, who came home safe. And hopefully will be able to survive the demon's of the mind. And with the help of her Dad and family, will have hope be able to live as close to a normal life.
The Grace Haven that has come to light, after hard work from many women and some men in Bonner County. To give hope to women and children.
And for tomorrow??? that is the hard one. The hopes we have...
Looking back at 2006.. the good the bad, and hope in the future.
Our Nation is still at war and not any better than we were a year ago. The Democrat's seem to think they can fix our woes... let's hope so.
In Idaho, the party is still 99% Republican. That the state rather be red than have all good people in. Let's hope the new people who came in will remember who voted them in.
On the county side, we have seen all of our upper counties P.A. offices, do things that are ..well. to be kind.. less desirable than when they were voted in. Let's hope they start to remember who voted them in, and start looking out for the public, instead of their own person.
Greater sadness is the people who have lost their love ones in 2006. Most recently, a family so low in income, that they lived in a small trailer that took all of their lives.
I received this card from a friend... and if I knew where he bought it... I would buy a big box of them and hand one to each one of you.... So the best I can do is give credit to the author at the end... Here is our greeting card...
MY CHRISTMAS CARD LIST
I have a list of folks I know, all written in a book, And every year when Christmas comes, I go and take a look.
That is when I realize these names are all a part, not of the book they're written in, but of my very heart.
For each name stands for someone who has crossed my path sometime, And in that meeting they've become the rhythm in each rhyme. While it may sound fantastic for me to make this claim, I really feel that I'm composed of each remembered name.
And while you may not be aware of any special link, Just meeting you has changed my life much more than you think.
For once I've met somebody, the years cannot erase The memory of a pleasant word or of a friendly face.
So, never think my Christmas cards are just a mere routine Of names upon a Christmas list, forgotten in between For when I send a Christmas card that is addressed to you, It's because you're on the list of folks I'm endeared to.
For I am but a total of the many folks I've met, And you happen to be one of those I prefer not to forget.
Whether I have known you for many years or few, In some way you have had a part in shaping things I do.
And every year when Christmas comes I realize a new, The best gift life can offer is meeting folks like you.
So may the spirit of Christmas that forevermore endures Leave its richest blessing in the hearts of you and yours.
My Christmas Card List written by George A. Gladden, Sr.
Merry Christmas, dear Readers, from the Wordtosser
There was a song some where in the 60' or 70's called Time in a Bottle. To be honest I don't remember the words. The tune was nice...
But it reminded me of the season... It is too bad we can't find it in ourselves to be like people are the last week before Christmas and just after. If we could just take it, that feeling, in put it in a bottle... to be released year around.
People who seem to be angry or take offense easily, seem to find the good feeling during the season. Smiling, a kind word...Too bad it isn't year around... . So with the count down of 3 days, all of you have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS...with friends and family... may the best gift you give, be the good feelings you find and share..After all, smiles are contagious...
Recipes are like jokes online. the authors get lost in the shuffle. I like to give credit when I can. So if you are the one who started this recipe, let me know and I will give you credit.
I got this recipe last year. As you can see.... POSTED: 8:51 pm EST December 13, 2005
It is a good one, and if you like fruitcake, you will love it. If you don't, you will be surprised to learn you like this one... Unless you totally hate dried fruit. So enjoy.... I am off to work. I made them yesterday with Splenda, so my husband could have some.. Enjoy.
Christmas Fruitcake Cookies... Butter, softened 1 cup Sugar 1 1/2 cups Eggs 2 Flour 2 1/2 cups Salt 1/2 teaspoon Baking soda 1 teaspoon Cinnamon 1/2 teaspoon Cloves, ground 1/4 teaspoon Allspice, ground 1/4 teaspoon Dates, dried, chopped 1 cup Pecans, chopped 2 cups Pineapple, dried, chopped 1 cup Cherries, dried, chopped 1 cup METHOD OF PREPARATION 1. Preheat an oven to 375 degrees. 2. In a large bowl, add the softened butter and sugar. Whisk until well blended. 3. Beat in the eggs well to incorporate. 4. Add the flour and spices. Mix well. 5. Add the dried fruits and nuts. Mix well. 6. Drop spoonfuls onto a lightly greased sheet pan and bake for 12-14 minutes. 7. Let rest then store in air tight container until use
My usual background noise of the morning is, Good Morning American (and local channel 4 if I wake up early) and the Regis and Kelly.
This morning was local radio stations. As Spokane stations, for some reason is not easy to get. Maybe a hard rock, station. I don't know what was on the recorder at our local am but it was boring...maybe that does make good back room noise, while one catches up with the news of the paper...
Turning off Dish yesterday, and waiting for cable to be connected on Thurs. has us living back in the radio days. And limited TV. With us, it is movies for nighttime. No news no weather, no Boston Legal.
During the day, the radio is a back ground noise as well...
Gosh, I miss real local radio stations of years past. I think at noon they might have something that is produced local. But the rest is from somewhere else, and recorded junk.
As a kid, there were local personalities. Some did music, some did call in shows. Some did interview of other locals. And if there was a major fire, or anything else, you knew about it right away. I can remember sitting with my mother as they talked about an exploitation on the base where my dad worked as a civilian service person. And how much his call meant, when he called 20 minutes later, to tell us he was ok.
But I guess that is considered hokey now. We are lucky if we get local news in the 5 minutes at the top of the hour.
I hate Christmas and I don't know why. My brother says he has trouble too. My mother said we never had a bad Christmas, so she didn't understand why we both feel like we do.
And truly, I don't remember a bad Christmas as a kid. I remember being a rotten kid. Opening presents ends and peeking in to see what I got. That was after the Santa bit.
In the beginning, we would go to bed to a regular living room. To wake to the wonderment of Christmas. A tree that was always tall. There was the train that had been under our tree each year. Yet as the Santa believer, it never dawn on us or at least me... that the train was the same as before. We had stockings hanging from the mantel over the fireplace. It was the typical American 1940's Christmas.
Even after we caught on to the Santa bit, we still had a tree, that went up a week before. The presents were there. And of course the train.
The train was funny. As my father had bought it for me the first Christmas. I was too little to run it, so he would run it for my mother and I. Then 4 years later my brother showed up on the scene. And a few years later it became his train.
1. I was a girl, girls don't have trains. 2. My brother was a boy and they did have trains...but he too, was too little to play with trains. So my father would play with the train, while my brother and I watched. By the time my brother, who had gotten an erector set and was old enough to combine the two..... well, the train set was too old and it was a collector's item. But I do think my brother did get to play with it one year. I remember watching the train going really fast, smoke blowing and the train flipping off the track. Dad wasn't happy. But he didn't get too mad. This was the typical 1950's Christmas.
So why this uncomfortable feeling each time at this year? And we both get over it about noon Christmas day.
I worked very hard not to pass it on to my kids. And I guess I did it right, as all of them love Christmas.
As a teen I use to sit and look out my window. On a summer night, it was nice to have the breeze. Most of the times with my hands on each other and my elbows out like wings... and my chin on the back of my hands...
In the early years, I would look out and see the woods with a fence around it. A wooden fence. That we kids would loosen the bottom of two and slide them across to the side. Then we would crawl thru. Putting them back. We use to play like Indians, in our imagination of how things were 200 years before. There was a caretaker who would chase us. Us trying to find our secret spot, and get out before he would see which one it was. The property belonged to two single sisters.
Later in life, the property was sold. I guess the sisters passed away, or were in nursing homes. And as they tore down the house, the very old house..... I could see from my view on life, that it was a glorious old house. A fireplace in each bedroom. And a very large room, a ballroom like room. And my imagination would swirl with how life must have been when the sisters were young.
It was sad to see all the old trees come down one by one.. Some small, and some very tall. Then came the grocery store. And the huge parking lot. My view was of the back of the store. So I saw large trucks and semi's deliver products and produce to the store in the early mornings.
And some times in the summer.. you would see lovers in their car, over in the corner where no one could see them in the shadow of the few trees they had left behind.
Around midnight the show would start, in the winter... with ice and snow on the parking lot, I would witness the cars doing donuts, slides, on the large parking lot. Older boys (to me at that time) would try to outdo each other. And one time, two of them were coming from a different directions around the store... to just miss each other as they slide sideways..
Ah, yes, the view of life from the window of 53 Beacon Street.... Every child should have a second story house window to view life.
Sorry to inform you.... Words that hit deep... Even if it is some one you haven't see in years.
My ex-sister-in-law passed away yesterday. So I am passing the word to my kids.
I look back at the times when we were sister-in-laws of the lousiest of men.
Inspite of everything, there were some good times when we laughed. The time we decided to see what was so great about men smoking pipes, and couldn't women do it too. We found out women could smoke them, choke on them and couldn't hold them in our teeth without the aid of our hands. We thought that was the way men did it. Without hands. After choking on the pipe tobacco, clunking our chins with the bowl, and huffing and puffing until we had no air left in us to keep the dumb thing going and lit, we decided smoking pipes was not for us. Of course, laughing our fool heads off, didn't help keep them going either.
She was with me when I went into the hospital to have my twins. Her husband was working in Alaska. The only time she had freedom.
She and I were together, when I came home from the hospital from having the twins. I stayed my first night home with her. The night we were woken up by another sister-in-law, to the news of the death of Robert Kennedy.
I use to buy milk from her. Good clean milk and cream on top. She showed me how to make butter, by rolling a large jar across the floor.
And there was the time that she laughed at me because I had mumps in one side of my face..... and then 10 days later she had the full blown mumps herself.
And that is the way I would like to remember, Willie. Not the times I hugged her as she cried. Not the times she had black eyes. Not the times she was in the hospital with broken ribs. Because she "fell down the stairs by accident" I got out....she never did. I always wondered, what did she think she had done to be beaten so bad, and have to stay.
I want to remember Willie, playing the Boogie Woogie piano. I want to remember Willie, singing like any other western singer. I want to remember Willie with that dang black pipe, huffing and puffing on it to keep it going... God Bless, God Speed, Willie, free ..free at last...
There is a movie coming out, with George Clooney, I think it is called the Good German. And I was watch TV this morning and they had a clip from it. Not sure what it was about to be honest. I think it was the Clooney characters driver, who made the remark. And then Clooney, turns his head, and catches (what we are told is his old girlfriend) a woman's face. He calls her by name. There is pain in both of their eyes, and she too, says the phase...... I AM OFF THE CLOCK TOO....
I like that. I wonder...if I tell the King that, when he asks me to get him something. Something that I think he should get up off the chair to get himself. Humm.....
Maybe I better practice it. Tone may have a lot to do with if I survive or not... (smile)
I AM OFF THE CLOCK.... I am off the clock.... I am off the clock, honey?
Baseball with no marked field and rocks for bases.... Horseback riding Kick the can (soccer with can instead of ball) Hop scotch Jump rope (by self or with others) Jacks Put on a show in the back yard Tag Hide and seek Cowboy and indians (later known as space ships or wars using the enemy of the time) Field football Have forts? Tree houses? Snow forts that you throw snowballs from behind?
Do kids know how to do angels in the snow? Make Snowmen?
Do kids play any of this anymore? Do they know how to go out and play without a game in hand that the fingers do the playing?
As I took Misty out for her run thru the snow paths, and saw the yellow snow, it reminded me of the winters past.
You know, don't eat the yellow snow. But on many occasions I did go out to get bowls of snow.
When I was a kid, my mother would send my brother and I out, with a huge bowl to get snow... with the words.. of course, watch out for the yellow snow.
Then as I went out with my kids, we would gather large bowls of snow. Watching out for the yellow snow.
Now as I am older, two things I ponder. First, how did we know there wasn't yellow snow under the freshly new foot of snow? Second, we didn't think about the environment leaving toxic waste on our snow that traveled thru the air, as we have now been taught.
It is kind of like how we use to drink water straight from the hose. Which now they scream at you not to do. So is the hoses different or the people?
Any way, we used this fresh snow for our recipe. SNOW ICE CREAM.
In a bowl you put, snow, milk or cream, vanilla and sugar and mixed. And if you really wanted to be fancy, an beaten egg. Mix, not so much that the snow melted. But enough so all of it was mixed well. It was the best. And of course the first of the season was the very best. We mixed strawberries, or chocolate syrup too.
I wonder... do parents still do that with their kids?
If you decide to give it a try.... WATCH OUT FOR THE YELLOW SNOW...
First it was glasses, then it was false teeth, and now it is hearing aides.
That pretty well takes care of the upper part of the body. Sure hope I don't need any spare parts for the rest of it. Hope the warranty is good for a lifetime.
These hearing aides are going to be a learning process. Up high enough to hear people talking. Down low enough to keep noises out. Furnace running, car running, and etc.
Driving home from getting them, drove me nuts, hearing the engine. Went to the Mall on Friday. Could hear the voice pretty well, BUT the bustle of the mall was loud too.
So I have been fine tuning, literally, my hearing. The Hearing aid guy, told me it would take about 6 weeks to get use to them. I can see that. That my hearing will have to learn again, how to filter out some noise like we did when we were young. Humm, I thought that was selective hearing, at least that is what my kids told me, I had.
I can also see why people leave them in the drawer. But I am so tight with my money, that I figured if I am paying this kind of money... ain't cheap, McGee... by George, I am going to wear these things if it kills me. I know if the King seem them on the shelf, or in a drawer.. I won't have to worry about it killing me.
So if you see me around... and I am playing with my ears, it is just me fine tuning...
Oh, one funny thing. I had turn my keyboard over and over. I type and look at it again. Couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from..kind of a tinny sound. lol.... it was just I couldn't hear it before..lol.. Boy, are they noisy.
Will there ever be a day when people of public service can make it thru the elected time, and not be tempted by doing the wrong thing?
Over the years, I have found my self more cynical than I would like to be. But life seems to keep getting more devious, so it is hard not to be a cynic.
Even with taking what the media writes and cut it in half (like the old saying, believe quarter what you hear, and half of what you see), it still isn't good.
The past 6 months have been less than admiral with the 3 local county officials.
Boundary county Prosecuting Attorney has been less than up to par with doing right by the local citizens. Which a lot of us, blamed a lot on the judge. But come right down to the nity gritty it was the P.A. that faltered. Being pushed into a court case he should have taken up on his own. And then doing a lesser job of it, when he finally was dragged to going to court.
Then there is the Kootenai County, with their mess. Officials who are suppose to be protecting the rights of the people against sex abuse, harassment and etc. Yet, they don't see the damage of passing sexual emails to each other on county computers.
Now our own Bonner County P.A. is under the microscope over taxes. All of these gentlemen have been in office for many years. 20+ for most.
And you keep hoping the media is wrong. That they are making a mountain out of a mole hill. But sadly, it doesn't turn out like that.
For years even beyond my time, the government, especially the locals have been questionable. And you figure in time, with all kinds of electronics and etc. that things would change. The more that get caught doing it wrong, the more that come down the line later. Sad. So very sad. Especially when some of these men were very good men. And to a point still are. Personally, to friends and family. So where did it go wrong? Was it greed? Was it power? Or is it just indifference?
Today is December 7, 2006. 65 years after the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
So today, I bow my head to the memories of the Armed Forces that we lost in the airfields. In the ships, that were bombed and sunk to the bottom of the bay. To the nurses, who ran to the hospitals to help out but never made it across the grounds.
To all of those who were survivors, who ran to help, even though they were wounded. To the nurses and doctors who worked around the clock, to try to save as many as they could.
In life there seems to be things one says, and somehow they come back to bite you.
Every year for the past 4 or 5, the King and I have been pooling our money and getting something for the both of us. It was a treadmill last year.
This year a week ago, we were discussing the subject of what we needed. Finally, we settled on small gifts...because as the King said... we didn't really need anything. Lots of wants, just not needs.
And as Murphy's Law always does, it rear it's head. As I was putting the fish into the oven last night, I put the temp on for 350 degrees. 15 minutes..not cooked. 15 more minutes which should have been way too long.. nothing. I felt the pan..COLD!!.
After working on it for an hour, we came to the conclusion that the heat bar was shot. So do we try to find one (this stove is from the early 70's) or do we break down and buy a new one? We decided on a new one. Getting parts is almost impossible in anything over 10 years.
We went to Sears, found one with a grill, a little extra, but figured we might as well spend the extra $70 for something we wanted. Then go cheaper for a doable one.
We have heard for years about breast cancer in women. Back to the 1940 or even more.
But this is a new one to me. I was send this by a friend by email. It is very important that every woman reads this. Even men who have daughters and wives.
There is a video to click on in the middle. The pictures are graphic. But important. At least go read it. Like the old saying goes.. if you save just one woman..it is worth it. So here it is. I was surprised.
As the sun comes over the Montana mountains into Idaho, we see the sun on top of our mountains before it hits the valley.
A closer view of the top and the towers. Look at the trails, what fun the skiers and snowboarders are having. Providing they stay upright. But then some of them hit the snow, bend the ribs, and come up laughing with joy especially the first timers, who get bit by the thrill of it all... and return. Just as my grandson did yesterday.
Introduction to Christmas musical decorations and snow.
What?? you are going to play this all the time, and where is the cat with this thing? dead end path Rokon said she didn't like this...but the dog smells good.. Ah, this is more like it. A race track for me. Walking the path around the flag pole, to make sure it connects to the race track...
I go to this site to get my fix of R.I. stuff. I have it listed on my links below. They have great food products as well.
Well, Ray came up with this new idea. That I think has open possibilities. He has started doing DVD for people. You send him pictures and he makes a video of it. It can be anything. That is why I say the possibilities are endless.
Pictures of your kids for grandparents. Pictures of your animals, Pictures of scenery. And you will probably think I am morbid, but funerals. I have seen something similar at a funeral. But this is the way to have control over what is at YOUR funeral.
Or, you can do your life in pictures to give your grandchildren. They see you now, but don't have a clue what you were like when young. And he puts it to music of your choice. Great idea. Not all of us are great at managing the computer, so this is wonderful for those of us who can't even understand Computers for Dummies books.
And remember 25 days to Christmas... leaving 24 more shopping days. And only 31 more days left of 2006.