Thursday, January 7, 2016
Blog 7 Lighthearted
Appreciate every single thing you have. especially your friends. Life is short and friends are few.
Sing this golden oldie, "What a Friend We have in Jesus.
I have been to many places, but I've never been in Cahoots. Apparently you can't go there alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone. I've also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.
I have, however been in Sane. They don't even have an airport. You have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to my family, friends and work. I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I'm not much into physical activity anymore.
I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go and I try not to visit too often.
I've been in Flexible, but only when it was important to stand firm. Sometimes I'm in Capable, and I go there more often as I'm getting older.
One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenaline flowing and pumps up my old heart! At my age I need all the stimuli I can get. I have been in Continent, and I don't remember what country I was in. It's an age thing. :) lol, haha, teehee and uffda!
Moving right along in my Notebook I came to this description of a new ice cream flavor,
Barocky Road, in honor of the 44th president of the US. It's a blend of half vanilla and half chocolate and surrounded by nuts and flakes. The vanilla portion of the mix is not openly advertised and usually denied as an ingredient. The nuts and flakes are very bitter and hard to swallow. The cost is $92.84 per scoop, so out of a hundred dollar bill you are at least promised some change.
When purchased it will be presented to you in a large beautiful cone but after you pay for it, the ice cream is taken out and passed to the person standing in line behind you at no charge. You are left with an almost empty wallet, staring at an empty cone and wondering what just happened. Then you realize that this is what "redistribution of wealth" is all about. Aren't you just stimulated? Uffda again!
I'm a teacher and it's time for closing Blog 7 so let's do so with this 3 word quiz. Complete the quotation or identify the source of the following:
In the beginning
In the beginning (not a typo, there are two)
When in the
If I speak
The Lord is
Blessed are the
In those days
Four score and
It was the
Twas the night
'Neath the spreading
Father and I
Oh say can
Now I lay
We the people
On the eighteenth
Give me your
Answers in Blog 8. See you later in Suspense or Sane or maybe even in Cahoots. Perhaps in dreamland it;s gettin' to be about that time. Roses are red and alyssum is white so I'll say my prayers and bid you good night.
Post number 6 titled 'Back in the Saddle Again'
Taking up where I left off or to quote Gene Autry, I'm Back In The Saddle Again. Blog 6 ta-da!
Do you recognize this signature song belonging to that good old Saturday matinee kids' movie idol, Gene Autrey? (spell check doesn't like either way I do his last name, with or w/o an e) Here's some more lyrics: I'm back in the saddle again, Out where a friend is a friend. Where the lonely cattle feed on the lowly jimson weed, I'm back in the saddle again. I'm back in the saddle again, totin' my old forty four, Where I sleep out every night and the only law is right, I'm back in the saddle again.
Now in 2016 it's a sad commentary on the times here in the good old USA that Gene would be in trouble for 'totin'.
But I like my 'floral tribute' openings better. Sing it; Roses are red my love, violets are blue oo oo, Now I am back my dears, Writing to you. (Yuck that's sweet enuf to make one sick!) But it rhymes.
So I haven't written for over 2 years and I think the reason is it's because there are so many word games to play, so many FB posts to click on and You Tube channels to watch and so many books to read and crossword puzzles to do. I'm busy. Busy doing nothing some might say, but. some I say, 'It's what I enjoy so go fly a kite!'
The weather is running true to form for winter. Twenty three degrees above and snowing. The forecast is for one to one and a half inches by tomorrow. Looks like it's coming true. But we live in this swell house all snug and warm so 'Let it Snow, Let it snow, let it snow!' Love u Lorel!
Lalon enjoys playing solitaire on his Ipad and even checks out emails and FB once in awhile. He also likes to read but he limits his reading time to 30 or 40 minute segments off and on during the day to prevent eye strain. Even so he gets through a couple books a week. He is missing the football season but he won the family's Fantasy Football League so that made him sort of bright eyed and bushy tailed, also a happy camper, and a jolly good fellow. 2016 for him is off to a good start eh?
Just awhile ago my jolly good fellow folded a load of clothes for me whilst I was struggling to do the floral tribute thing. I'm thinkin' he did the better job!
We still worship on Sundays at the Senior Center but are considering an offer of a church building near Medicine Lake whose congregation disbanded a few years ago. They left everything in it and all we need is a piece of land to put it on and the $ to pay for the moving etc. What a great opportunity.
Several women from church are meeting here again in 2016 for fellowship and to study the Bible on Wednesday mornings. We listened to Dr. David Jeremiah on the topic of Spiritual Warfare this week. It's a 10 or 12 week course. The main text was from Ephesians 6 about putting on the whole armor of God and having done so to STAND, for the enemy the roaring lion goes about seeking whom he may devour. ( My thought here: may not can. May implies permission, can, ability.) The lion wants to come up behind you and snap your neck in his jaws,severing spinal cord. If you look/stare him in the eyes, keeping him in front of you at all times, he will back away defeated. Another point Don't Run! Stand! Don't underestimate the adversary...The believer is his enemy. He and his minions seek us out to destroy us by any and all means.
That's another of my dislikes. Minions. So popular now on FB. I've never heard the term applied to any other but the devil. Webster's Collegiate says, ;a servile follower or subordinate. Anyway the word leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The devil's minions are not funny to me and no amount of cutesy one-eyed characterization will make them so in my thinking.
I can't seem to make this Blog # 6 be very lighthearted. Why is that? I'm sort of in a preaching warning mood. Like anyone but me will ever read this anyway so i may as well vent and be done with it. I've copied things in my ;notebooks that I'll record here.
No. 1: Norman Matton Thomas Nov.21, 1884 to Dec. 19,1968 Leading American Socialist, Pacifist, and six times Presidential Candidate for the Socialist Party of America in a 1944 speech said this: "The American people will never knowingly accept socialism. But under the name of 'liberalism' they will adopt every fragment of the socialist program until one day America will be a socialist nation without knowing that it happened." He went on to say, "I no longer need to run as a presidential candidate for the Socialist party. The Democrat party has adopted our platform.
No.2: From The City On the Hill date Nov. 25 2012---Today's Saphire, Before Leaving the Mayflower.
They'd come across the Atlantic Ocean through rough seas and storms 66 days locked up in small quarters. Finally they came to solid ground. It was Saturday afternoon. Despite their eagerness, hunger and seasickness, they didn't set foot on land until Monday. Why? They knew before they embarked on this new life they had to begin in prayer and worship. And it was from these weary but faithful travelers that came the civilization known as the United States of America.
The USA isn't perfect but think how different the world would be without it. Without America there would likely be no Israel in the world. Millions of the poor and persecuted would have perished and the world would be ruled by Stalin or Hitler or their followers.(minions?) And it all began with prayer and worship!
Before we set foot in our new day, new job, new relationship, new ministry, let's be wise pilgrims and do as they did in the Mayflower.
Find time and dedicate it to the LORD, seek His will and all these things shall be added unto you. Seek ye first the kingdom of God...
I'm thinking Blog 6 is long enough and some funny stuff is showing up in my notebooks. Blog 7 may be lighthearted! Hooray!
Do you recognize this signature song belonging to that good old Saturday matinee kids' movie idol, Gene Autrey? (spell check doesn't like either way I do his last name, with or w/o an e) Here's some more lyrics: I'm back in the saddle again, Out where a friend is a friend. Where the lonely cattle feed on the lowly jimson weed, I'm back in the saddle again. I'm back in the saddle again, totin' my old forty four, Where I sleep out every night and the only law is right, I'm back in the saddle again.
Now in 2016 it's a sad commentary on the times here in the good old USA that Gene would be in trouble for 'totin'.
But I like my 'floral tribute' openings better. Sing it; Roses are red my love, violets are blue oo oo, Now I am back my dears, Writing to you. (Yuck that's sweet enuf to make one sick!) But it rhymes.
So I haven't written for over 2 years and I think the reason is it's because there are so many word games to play, so many FB posts to click on and You Tube channels to watch and so many books to read and crossword puzzles to do. I'm busy. Busy doing nothing some might say, but. some I say, 'It's what I enjoy so go fly a kite!'
The weather is running true to form for winter. Twenty three degrees above and snowing. The forecast is for one to one and a half inches by tomorrow. Looks like it's coming true. But we live in this swell house all snug and warm so 'Let it Snow, Let it snow, let it snow!' Love u Lorel!
Lalon enjoys playing solitaire on his Ipad and even checks out emails and FB once in awhile. He also likes to read but he limits his reading time to 30 or 40 minute segments off and on during the day to prevent eye strain. Even so he gets through a couple books a week. He is missing the football season but he won the family's Fantasy Football League so that made him sort of bright eyed and bushy tailed, also a happy camper, and a jolly good fellow. 2016 for him is off to a good start eh?
Just awhile ago my jolly good fellow folded a load of clothes for me whilst I was struggling to do the floral tribute thing. I'm thinkin' he did the better job!
We still worship on Sundays at the Senior Center but are considering an offer of a church building near Medicine Lake whose congregation disbanded a few years ago. They left everything in it and all we need is a piece of land to put it on and the $ to pay for the moving etc. What a great opportunity.
Several women from church are meeting here again in 2016 for fellowship and to study the Bible on Wednesday mornings. We listened to Dr. David Jeremiah on the topic of Spiritual Warfare this week. It's a 10 or 12 week course. The main text was from Ephesians 6 about putting on the whole armor of God and having done so to STAND, for the enemy the roaring lion goes about seeking whom he may devour. ( My thought here: may not can. May implies permission, can, ability.) The lion wants to come up behind you and snap your neck in his jaws,severing spinal cord. If you look/stare him in the eyes, keeping him in front of you at all times, he will back away defeated. Another point Don't Run! Stand! Don't underestimate the adversary...The believer is his enemy. He and his minions seek us out to destroy us by any and all means.
That's another of my dislikes. Minions. So popular now on FB. I've never heard the term applied to any other but the devil. Webster's Collegiate says, ;a servile follower or subordinate. Anyway the word leaves a bad taste in my mouth. The devil's minions are not funny to me and no amount of cutesy one-eyed characterization will make them so in my thinking.
I can't seem to make this Blog # 6 be very lighthearted. Why is that? I'm sort of in a preaching warning mood. Like anyone but me will ever read this anyway so i may as well vent and be done with it. I've copied things in my ;notebooks that I'll record here.
No. 1: Norman Matton Thomas Nov.21, 1884 to Dec. 19,1968 Leading American Socialist, Pacifist, and six times Presidential Candidate for the Socialist Party of America in a 1944 speech said this: "The American people will never knowingly accept socialism. But under the name of 'liberalism' they will adopt every fragment of the socialist program until one day America will be a socialist nation without knowing that it happened." He went on to say, "I no longer need to run as a presidential candidate for the Socialist party. The Democrat party has adopted our platform.
No.2: From The City On the Hill date Nov. 25 2012---Today's Saphire, Before Leaving the Mayflower.
They'd come across the Atlantic Ocean through rough seas and storms 66 days locked up in small quarters. Finally they came to solid ground. It was Saturday afternoon. Despite their eagerness, hunger and seasickness, they didn't set foot on land until Monday. Why? They knew before they embarked on this new life they had to begin in prayer and worship. And it was from these weary but faithful travelers that came the civilization known as the United States of America.
The USA isn't perfect but think how different the world would be without it. Without America there would likely be no Israel in the world. Millions of the poor and persecuted would have perished and the world would be ruled by Stalin or Hitler or their followers.(minions?) And it all began with prayer and worship!
Before we set foot in our new day, new job, new relationship, new ministry, let's be wise pilgrims and do as they did in the Mayflower.
Find time and dedicate it to the LORD, seek His will and all these things shall be added unto you. Seek ye first the kingdom of God...
I'm thinking Blog 6 is long enough and some funny stuff is showing up in my notebooks. Blog 7 may be lighthearted! Hooray!
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Blog 5 April 7 2013 Gratitude
It's The Lord's Day. The 2nd Sunday of Easter. Did you know there are 7 Sundays of Easter? Fifty days passed from Jesus' resurrection to His ascension. Pentecost meaning fiftieth day. And on Pentecost the Holy Spirit 'fell' on the believers. Thanks be to God!
I'm titling this blog, Gratitude and intending to recall stuff for which I'm thankful. Not only the obvious but some things I take for granted. This may become introspective so feel free to X this out and go read a book or mow the lawn. C U Later?
I'm thankful for music. I'm told that as a 2 or 3 year old I stood in the car on the trip from Nashua to Richland and would sing and clap to 'Deep in the Heart of Texas." The stars at night, Are big and bright. Clap, clap, clap,clap; Deep in the Heart of Texas. The prairie sky is wide and high, Clap clap clap clap, Deep in the heart of Texas. There was a player piano in the Mortensen's Cafe in Richland where mom worked that I loved to have them load up with a roll so I could flip the play switch and watch and listen to the keys playing all by themselves that great ragtime special, Alexander's Rag time Band. Someone must have pushed on the pedals for me too. Later I was taught, and I use that term loosely but lovingly, for these were not formal teaching experiences. To continue, I'm about 9 or 10 now and mom and I live in the building she bought to house the Post office and where she and husband George, 1952, later lived and ran Squires Grocery. But while it was just mom and me and the P.O. folks would come in and wait for their mail to be sorted. It came on the train then and altho it's 'no way to run a railraod' the train was often not on time, but when it tooted everyone waited a while and then 'came on down' to get the mail.' Our living quarters were behind a flimsy 3/8 inch plywood partition 8 ft, high and the ceilings were 10 or 12 ft. high. People liked to come back there for a visit. It was visually private but not audibly so much. My first thanx goes to Bob Collins,a friend of mom's, for bringing the piano, a Kimball with an 1895 tuning date inside, to our house to store it but then never took it along when he left. Second... Thank you Marie Settera for coming on back and teaching me to play the chords in the key of C. Her dad played the fiddle and she was good at 'by ear" playing. She was in eighth grade then. The third thank you is for Kate Sodnak. Kate in my eyes was an old lady then. She'd had polio years before and was left with one leg much shorter than the other causing her to walk with a pronounced limp. She had small feet that were no doubt painful, and wore ladylike oxford type lace up shoes with one having been built up in an attempt to account for the problem. Kate could play the keyboard accordian. Hers was a small one and she later gave it to Tootsie. She and husband Oscar had known Tootsie since she was a baby, having lived near the Bondy's out on the farm. Kate would sit down at our piano and play "old time waltzes." The one I learned from her was titled in Norske, 'Levitiefinnsskogen.' The spelling is phonetical and is sposed to mean, Life in the Finn Woods. According to Garrison Keilor I learned years later that the Norwegian fellas were lumberjacks over in Finland and that song was about their escapades while there. Tootsie played it too and some of the older fellows would put a quarter down on the piano and have us play that waltz for them.. That was the extent of out repertoire. Thank you number 4...music class in school... we learned the treble clef was FACE on the spaces and
Every Good Boy Does Fine on the lines of the treble staff. Number 5 thanks goes to late night radio over Del Rio Texas,I heard the advertisement for the Dean Ross Piano Course for only $2.98 I ordered it and voila... octave chord, chord, for 3/4 time and octave chord.octave,chord for 4/4 time. Also a color coded chord selector that fit over an octave in the bass clef and that's pretty much it for the education that's produced so much joy in my life. A few old hymnbooks of mom's and stacks of sheet music belonging to Mrs.Tess Omundson whose husband was my 6th grade teacher, were my practise books. On the stage of the gym in the basement of the Richland schoolhouse on the hill,(it's still there) I plinked my way throught recesses and noon hours on the piano. Recesses 10;30 til 10:45 2:30 to 2:45 Noon hour was an hour, 12 til 1:00. We ate at home. School from 9: to 4:00. Number 6 will be for cousin Elinor and how could I have forgotten her teaching me the synchopated rhythm of Mr. Whatchacallit whatcha doin' tonight? With both hands yet! It's better known as "In The Mood." Then there's the all time school kid favorite of Doctor, Doctor Can You Tell?
I did take one quarter of lessons my second year of college at Havre but by then my bad habits were pretty much ingrained. Later when Vicki took lessons in about'79 or 80 from Mrs. Alvin Kliewer, Elizabeth, in Lustre I attempted some again and I suppose the most that can be said is that. every little bit helps. So with heartfelt gratitude I say thank you Dean, Tess, Elinor and Elizabeth, and the very patient lady at Northern Mt college circa 1956/7 who's name I disremember. Because of you I now enjoy playing for chuch services each Sunday for our little congregation here in Nashua Mt, Grace Lutheran LCMC. How do we ever know or realize when we've been blessed to be a blessing? Many thousand thanks, Munga tussen takke. :) And heaven and nature sing!
I'm titling this blog, Gratitude and intending to recall stuff for which I'm thankful. Not only the obvious but some things I take for granted. This may become introspective so feel free to X this out and go read a book or mow the lawn. C U Later?
I'm thankful for music. I'm told that as a 2 or 3 year old I stood in the car on the trip from Nashua to Richland and would sing and clap to 'Deep in the Heart of Texas." The stars at night, Are big and bright. Clap, clap, clap,clap; Deep in the Heart of Texas. The prairie sky is wide and high, Clap clap clap clap, Deep in the heart of Texas. There was a player piano in the Mortensen's Cafe in Richland where mom worked that I loved to have them load up with a roll so I could flip the play switch and watch and listen to the keys playing all by themselves that great ragtime special, Alexander's Rag time Band. Someone must have pushed on the pedals for me too. Later I was taught, and I use that term loosely but lovingly, for these were not formal teaching experiences. To continue, I'm about 9 or 10 now and mom and I live in the building she bought to house the Post office and where she and husband George, 1952, later lived and ran Squires Grocery. But while it was just mom and me and the P.O. folks would come in and wait for their mail to be sorted. It came on the train then and altho it's 'no way to run a railraod' the train was often not on time, but when it tooted everyone waited a while and then 'came on down' to get the mail.' Our living quarters were behind a flimsy 3/8 inch plywood partition 8 ft, high and the ceilings were 10 or 12 ft. high. People liked to come back there for a visit. It was visually private but not audibly so much. My first thanx goes to Bob Collins,a friend of mom's, for bringing the piano, a Kimball with an 1895 tuning date inside, to our house to store it but then never took it along when he left. Second... Thank you Marie Settera for coming on back and teaching me to play the chords in the key of C. Her dad played the fiddle and she was good at 'by ear" playing. She was in eighth grade then. The third thank you is for Kate Sodnak. Kate in my eyes was an old lady then. She'd had polio years before and was left with one leg much shorter than the other causing her to walk with a pronounced limp. She had small feet that were no doubt painful, and wore ladylike oxford type lace up shoes with one having been built up in an attempt to account for the problem. Kate could play the keyboard accordian. Hers was a small one and she later gave it to Tootsie. She and husband Oscar had known Tootsie since she was a baby, having lived near the Bondy's out on the farm. Kate would sit down at our piano and play "old time waltzes." The one I learned from her was titled in Norske, 'Levitiefinnsskogen.' The spelling is phonetical and is sposed to mean, Life in the Finn Woods. According to Garrison Keilor I learned years later that the Norwegian fellas were lumberjacks over in Finland and that song was about their escapades while there. Tootsie played it too and some of the older fellows would put a quarter down on the piano and have us play that waltz for them.. That was the extent of out repertoire. Thank you number 4...music class in school... we learned the treble clef was FACE on the spaces and
Every Good Boy Does Fine on the lines of the treble staff. Number 5 thanks goes to late night radio over Del Rio Texas,I heard the advertisement for the Dean Ross Piano Course for only $2.98 I ordered it and voila... octave chord, chord, for 3/4 time and octave chord.octave,chord for 4/4 time. Also a color coded chord selector that fit over an octave in the bass clef and that's pretty much it for the education that's produced so much joy in my life. A few old hymnbooks of mom's and stacks of sheet music belonging to Mrs.Tess Omundson whose husband was my 6th grade teacher, were my practise books. On the stage of the gym in the basement of the Richland schoolhouse on the hill,(it's still there) I plinked my way throught recesses and noon hours on the piano. Recesses 10;30 til 10:45 2:30 to 2:45 Noon hour was an hour, 12 til 1:00. We ate at home. School from 9: to 4:00. Number 6 will be for cousin Elinor and how could I have forgotten her teaching me the synchopated rhythm of Mr. Whatchacallit whatcha doin' tonight? With both hands yet! It's better known as "In The Mood." Then there's the all time school kid favorite of Doctor, Doctor Can You Tell?
I did take one quarter of lessons my second year of college at Havre but by then my bad habits were pretty much ingrained. Later when Vicki took lessons in about'79 or 80 from Mrs. Alvin Kliewer, Elizabeth, in Lustre I attempted some again and I suppose the most that can be said is that. every little bit helps. So with heartfelt gratitude I say thank you Dean, Tess, Elinor and Elizabeth, and the very patient lady at Northern Mt college circa 1956/7 who's name I disremember. Because of you I now enjoy playing for chuch services each Sunday for our little congregation here in Nashua Mt, Grace Lutheran LCMC. How do we ever know or realize when we've been blessed to be a blessing? Many thousand thanks, Munga tussen takke. :) And heaven and nature sing!
Friday, March 29, 2013
Okkel Dokkel as my Uncle Warren used to say, Second blog comin up. Roses are red, sunflowers are gold, stick your nose outside, and it'll get cold. Uffda! (This will be the weather portion of the show, thanx Vicki for giving me that idea,) Winter, it's time you were outta here. So, so long, farewell, auf weidersein, good night (think Sound of Music .) Isn't there another hemisphere expecting you to show up and cool it off? Yeah? I thought so. Get a move on and don't return for nine months okay? Well I just spent several minits trying to make a new paragraph, my attempts were unsuccessful so will proceed unparagraphically, at least in the accepted way, and trust you'll be okkel dokkel with it. Okkel dokkel? Topic two: In a a 'real' letter you often or sometimes always :) (what's the term that describes the rule I just broke by saying sometimes always?) begin with, how are you? I am fine.,and then move to the weather, so the cart is sorta before the horse here in blog two but just crack the whip, say giddyup and I'll move right along. I'm havin' a struggle comin' up with topic two, can you tell? Someone Else could make a suggestion right about now...What's for lunch might do okay if I had that figured out yet and here it is 11:45 already. But not to worry cuz I've often pulled a Rachael Ray and had somethn' ready in 30 minutes, haven't you? Probably not 3 courses though so Rach don't get your knickers is a knot, your job is safe for the foreseeable future from me. Over in the unplugged Slo cooker there is a too long package of on sale chicken drumsticks leaning and thawing so they can be busted to fit in there and the appliance plugged in and then they can be annointed with either Campbells, Western Family or Lipton's products and simmered to gourmet perfection for supper. Whaddaya think? Baked potatoes and green beans? Yeah, a salad would be ideal but nobody went to the store and the last head of lettuce is now decomposing in the garbage can after vacationing in the crisper drawer for longer than it should have. I have alot of heads in the lettuce department 'go off' that way. Heard some good advice once about shopping and or eating healthily, 'Buy food that spoils(w/o chemicals.) and eat it before it does.' Now that's quite a feat. But then again, chicken with rice is very nice...or it would be, if one were not cooking for one Norske who thinks rice is really only nice with butter,cinnamon and sugar. Well lunch is now underway and the suspense is over. The winning menu is...tah dah...Lalon's recipe for mac and cheese made with commodities found in the pantry and the frig. And piping hot from the Turbo oven from the dairy case at Reynolds, we have Western Family on sale, jumbo, flaky, biscuits. A little heavy on the carbs and fat you say and that is sure true. Guess we'll have a slice of balony meat on the biscuit for balance. What say Rachael? I also found two ripe tomatoes in the kool kupett (my spelling of the Norsk words for icebox) so we did have a veggie after all and some strawberry jam on a piece of biscuit for 'pudding and also half of a Fuji apple apiece. Who says Harlequin's aren't educational?. Pudding is British for desert, so there. Those biscuits are the pull apart kind and two pulled apart with a piece of bolony betwixt is a tasty and tender morsel. Well friends I'm thinkin there won't be a topic three in this my second blog(should the b be capitalized?) Come to think ( and don't you know someone should be, thinking, that is) there wasn't in Blog one either. So the advice is worthwhile that sez, "begin the way you intend to finish,' or words of that ilk. You can be relieved that future blogs will be confined to a two topic length. Roses are multi-colored like the dragons that snap, and I'm outta here cuz it's time for my nap. Signed, 'The Meandering Mind,' Blog Two
Blog 3 Arlene Ramsbacher Trang
Roses are red and very lovelee,Blog 2 is lost and I'm tryin' for 3. Well. It's a deep hole, if you ever dig one, drop in. That is not a polite way to begin is it? However, as a kid we said it alot and thought we were very clever. Speaking of which. being clever, that is, this machine is confounding all the clever I ever had. I lost my second blog and have a premonition this one may also end up in laptop limbo, so literature lovers this could be your lucky day.
The reason I began bluntly with Well, is, I was surprised to have clicked and arrived here and that's what came out of my mouth. From my lips to the page as it were. So much for red roses and blue violets this time. But I wish to afirm that it is still sweet of all you Someone Elses out there to tune in to read anything that ends up on this spot. Let's hear it for you guys okay? I had rather planned to begin all these blogs with a floral tribute but...Hey... I still could with this curser thing... editing( I'm tempted to call it cursing since it's doing something with a curser but maybe but , and here's a good one, 'disgression is the better part of valor' "they" say and who am I to argue with "they?") (meanwhile, back at the ranch) editing means you don't need to do all your planning ahead, just like the title of that movie, ' Love means you don't have to say you're sorry.' But,thinking that through you'll run into some bumps, so I'm a thinkin'. Well... Here we are at the water hole again... They are such great places for gathering, water holes, that is. Oases in deserts, water coolers at the office, shall we gather at the river? Cheers, where everybody knows your na-a-ame. Every creature, four footed or bi-pedal (or are they two-wheelers?) and even those that slither need liquid refreshment and socializing don't they? Not only creatures of course but every living thing is dependent on the showers of blessing from above. Amen? Just did a re-read and how does a slithering creature drink anyway? That skinny snake tongue seems hardly capable of a decent lap-ing slurp. Okay, would Someone Else get back to me on that? Thanx :). Well, " it's been a quiet week here in Lake Woebegone." What a great bunch of stories Garrison Keilor wrote about that place. (I mentioned to cousin DaNelle Bakke a while back that my thoughts hop about like a grasshopper and she didn't unfriend me and you already figured that out so I'll continue.) FB posted it was his 70th birthday a couple weeks ago. Just a real spring chicken yet. You ever get out Montana way Mr. Keilor, our little city's chicken coop is down on main street between the civic center and the B&B grocery store. If you like pinnochle and puzzles (jig saw) and good home cookin' and care to visit with some old roosters and hens, feel free to come on in and set a spell...Well...that'll happen...but it's nuts what pops into my head just triggered by the word well. Our week was quiet here in Nashua. Lalon keeps an eye peeled out the south picture window and has determined that the fellow we call 'Alaska' across the hiway sw of us must be driving his dog to do his business out of town. (Don't tell the Chamber of Commerce, you know how they want you to do everything locally.) He loads it, the dog up and heads north in the direction of Bergies but is never gone long enough to have coffee let alone breakfast before he's back. In the summer he's been seen tossing stuff in a shovel into the vacant crappy house yard next door. (Bergies is our cafe and ice cream parlor up on the hiway.well not on it but near it you know?) Well... It's Holy Week here in Nashua and everywhere else in Christendom, for that matter, and Grace Lutheran is having Good Friday services @ 5, well that'd be today now since it's 1 in the morning already. Easter services will be @ the regular time of 9:30 on Sunday but the newspaper said 9 so Pastor Jeannie said since she forgot to make the correction she'd bring muffins and if folks did heed the paper's time she'd serve the usual after service lunch before instead. Today, or rather yesterday already, was Maundy Thursday so I looked up Maundy in Webster's College edition. (So did our niece Darcy and she posted it which I thought was good since I'm thinkin' she and I aren't the only ones that didn't know the definition.. Maundy means mandate and is what Jesus gave the disciples after washing their feet. A mandate or command to humble themselves and become servants even as he was unto them. Well, with that information in mind it would seem well/good to say good night and Shalom my friends, Shalom. Pray for the peace of Isreal/Jerusalem, they shall prosper who love her. Psalm 122:6 Have a Bless-ed Easter.
The reason I began bluntly with Well, is, I was surprised to have clicked and arrived here and that's what came out of my mouth. From my lips to the page as it were. So much for red roses and blue violets this time. But I wish to afirm that it is still sweet of all you Someone Elses out there to tune in to read anything that ends up on this spot. Let's hear it for you guys okay? I had rather planned to begin all these blogs with a floral tribute but...Hey... I still could with this curser thing... editing( I'm tempted to call it cursing since it's doing something with a curser but maybe but , and here's a good one, 'disgression is the better part of valor' "they" say and who am I to argue with "they?") (meanwhile, back at the ranch) editing means you don't need to do all your planning ahead, just like the title of that movie, ' Love means you don't have to say you're sorry.' But,thinking that through you'll run into some bumps, so I'm a thinkin'. Well... Here we are at the water hole again... They are such great places for gathering, water holes, that is. Oases in deserts, water coolers at the office, shall we gather at the river? Cheers, where everybody knows your na-a-ame. Every creature, four footed or bi-pedal (or are they two-wheelers?) and even those that slither need liquid refreshment and socializing don't they? Not only creatures of course but every living thing is dependent on the showers of blessing from above. Amen? Just did a re-read and how does a slithering creature drink anyway? That skinny snake tongue seems hardly capable of a decent lap-ing slurp. Okay, would Someone Else get back to me on that? Thanx :). Well, " it's been a quiet week here in Lake Woebegone." What a great bunch of stories Garrison Keilor wrote about that place. (I mentioned to cousin DaNelle Bakke a while back that my thoughts hop about like a grasshopper and she didn't unfriend me and you already figured that out so I'll continue.) FB posted it was his 70th birthday a couple weeks ago. Just a real spring chicken yet. You ever get out Montana way Mr. Keilor, our little city's chicken coop is down on main street between the civic center and the B&B grocery store. If you like pinnochle and puzzles (jig saw) and good home cookin' and care to visit with some old roosters and hens, feel free to come on in and set a spell...Well...that'll happen...but it's nuts what pops into my head just triggered by the word well. Our week was quiet here in Nashua. Lalon keeps an eye peeled out the south picture window and has determined that the fellow we call 'Alaska' across the hiway sw of us must be driving his dog to do his business out of town. (Don't tell the Chamber of Commerce, you know how they want you to do everything locally.) He loads it, the dog up and heads north in the direction of Bergies but is never gone long enough to have coffee let alone breakfast before he's back. In the summer he's been seen tossing stuff in a shovel into the vacant crappy house yard next door. (Bergies is our cafe and ice cream parlor up on the hiway.well not on it but near it you know?) Well... It's Holy Week here in Nashua and everywhere else in Christendom, for that matter, and Grace Lutheran is having Good Friday services @ 5, well that'd be today now since it's 1 in the morning already. Easter services will be @ the regular time of 9:30 on Sunday but the newspaper said 9 so Pastor Jeannie said since she forgot to make the correction she'd bring muffins and if folks did heed the paper's time she'd serve the usual after service lunch before instead. Today, or rather yesterday already, was Maundy Thursday so I looked up Maundy in Webster's College edition. (So did our niece Darcy and she posted it which I thought was good since I'm thinkin' she and I aren't the only ones that didn't know the definition.. Maundy means mandate and is what Jesus gave the disciples after washing their feet. A mandate or command to humble themselves and become servants even as he was unto them. Well, with that information in mind it would seem well/good to say good night and Shalom my friends, Shalom. Pray for the peace of Isreal/Jerusalem, they shall prosper who love her. Psalm 122:6 Have a Bless-ed Easter.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
My First Blog Arlene Marie Ramsbacher Trang
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. Barbara Gayle you are such a motivator! Here I am composing on my own blog spot. Fancy that! (Being grateful at the same time that I'm not decomposing in another spot :) ) Having had this laptop only 13 months, thank you Morgan Lee, here I am blogging and that sounds sooh like I know what I'm doing. Not. The rhyme at the beginning is one we used to paraphrase alot, and perhaps later one will pop out that fits this momentous occasion also. One's first blog should be special? Yes?
Alas however, writer's block, (dare that term be applied to me?) has struck and my mind is sort of blank at the moment. It's like talking to oneself at first, this blogging, so I'm thinkin' that imagination will play a big role in this undertaking. Someone else is across from me and we're having a nice chat. Right? I'm thinkin' that person should have a name. Someone Marie Else might be a good one. Girls of my age often had Marie for a middle name and since I didn't use it for our daughters, I'm thinkin' that's what I'll call this blogger friend of mine. Someone Marie Else or Someone Else for short. Which reminds me of a storybook little girl who wondered why people weren't called 'for long.' And speaking of names,that reminds me of sister-in-law Sharon Trang's mother. Sharon, I'm still wondering why with such a charming and delightful name that you or Someone Else haven't used it for a children's story. Hilda Mathilda could really charm the socks off as a mischievous little pioneer girl don'tcha think? Then add her last name and voila, watch out Pippi Longstockings! Hankensifken. (This coming from me with the surname,Ramsbacher pronounced with the German for ach that sounds like one needs to hawk and spit. :) Philosophically speaking, the question was asked, "what's in a name?" Ya never know do ya? Fame and fortune? A book? A blog? I'm thinkin' it's time for Someone Else to say something so I'll close this first page (think Paul Harvey and page 2 here) momentous or not with a farewell rhyme; Roses are red, lilies are white, Been fun talkin' to you, good nite and sleep tight. ( the bedbug thing makes it too long? =[ )
Alas however, writer's block, (dare that term be applied to me?) has struck and my mind is sort of blank at the moment. It's like talking to oneself at first, this blogging, so I'm thinkin' that imagination will play a big role in this undertaking. Someone else is across from me and we're having a nice chat. Right? I'm thinkin' that person should have a name. Someone Marie Else might be a good one. Girls of my age often had Marie for a middle name and since I didn't use it for our daughters, I'm thinkin' that's what I'll call this blogger friend of mine. Someone Marie Else or Someone Else for short. Which reminds me of a storybook little girl who wondered why people weren't called 'for long.' And speaking of names,that reminds me of sister-in-law Sharon Trang's mother. Sharon, I'm still wondering why with such a charming and delightful name that you or Someone Else haven't used it for a children's story. Hilda Mathilda could really charm the socks off as a mischievous little pioneer girl don'tcha think? Then add her last name and voila, watch out Pippi Longstockings! Hankensifken. (This coming from me with the surname,Ramsbacher pronounced with the German for ach that sounds like one needs to hawk and spit. :) Philosophically speaking, the question was asked, "what's in a name?" Ya never know do ya? Fame and fortune? A book? A blog? I'm thinkin' it's time for Someone Else to say something so I'll close this first page (think Paul Harvey and page 2 here) momentous or not with a farewell rhyme; Roses are red, lilies are white, Been fun talkin' to you, good nite and sleep tight. ( the bedbug thing makes it too long? =[ )
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