I was really impressed with this craft because it makes something out of socks that you can give in pairs to people and they can actually wear them later for Christmas and eat the popcorn or if you wish to use candy or something else like coffee or tea, that's good as well. Its the easiest craft to do and just appealed to me for some reason. I think you can make a three layer snowman putting different things into each layer. Its great for a school gift giving exchange, church bazaars, food banks and when they collect things for poor kids for Christmas. Teens like calculators for Christmas. One would fit in well and if you attach two socks like this, to each end of a scarf, it becomes a multi gift present. Of course the snow man would have to be thinner lol ------------------------------------------------- Tube Sock with red border Uncooked popcorn (approx. 2 cups) String 2 plastic baggies Small green pompoms Extra small brown pompoms Small brown pompom Googly eyes Red yarn Glue gun --------------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Fill a plastic baggie with 1 cup popcorn. (this should fill 2/3 of sock 2. You may need more or less depending on the size of the sock) 3. Tie the top of baggie with twist tie 4. Put bag inside tube sock 5. Tie with string 6. Repeat above using 1/2 cup of popcorn (more or less) 7. Tie with string. 8. Fold over the ribbed part of the sock to make the snowman's hat. 9. Cut 3 strands of yarn and tie around the snowman's neck 10. Glue on green buttons, brown mouth and nose 11. Glue on eyes 12. Make a tassel on the top of the hat with yarn, sew on or staple for easy removal. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Rachel Ray pots which were sooo expensive at Sears are now selling at Walmart for 169.00 I should have waited till after Christmas. lol
A LADY"S LIFE WISHES TO CONGRATULATE THE BLACK HAWKS ON A JOB WELL DONE!!! In Winning the Stanley Cup 2010! This is the last time they won in 1961 but they also won in 1934 and 1938 NICE!!!! And to the 20 Canadian players on the team, GOOD JOB!!!!:)
We all know about the Tasmanian Devil but do we know about the Tasmanian Tiger?
Yes.. it comes from Australia where many weird animals come from. It's like a wolf with black stripes on its back.
It is a marsupial and both male and female has a pouch . The females cover her mammary glands and in the male it covers the testicles.
It grew 51 inches from the tip of its nose to the base of its tail. The tail was another 26 inches long. It stood 24 inches tall, weighed about 35 - 65 pounds and had 13 -19 stripes.
http://www.wildlifeextra.com/images/tasmanian-tiger.JPG The color ranged between a yellowish brown to a greyish brown.
They hunted sheep so many farmers wanted them culled and trapped to the brink of extinction.
The last one known, was a male and he died in 1931 at a London Zoo.
Some people still claim to have seen them but no one had proof.
Many, like Ted Turner, gave over one million dollar rewards to catch them to prove they are not extinct, but they would not have to pay because of the anti trapping laws now in Australia
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Introduced to Louisiana in 1930's for the fur which resembles mink but they escaped from the farms and have become very destructive to Louisiana marshland and ecosystem
It’s a herbivore and resembles a beaver or otter.
It burrows and chews the stems of plants leaving the rest to die.
It's meat is lean and low in cholesterol but it doesn’t taste good.
Although many promoters tried to introduce it as food, not many people buy it to eat.
It's known as the poor man's food.
It can chew through tires and house wood panels.
The huge size of this guy makes our rats look pitiful by comparison.
But it seems friendly enough and has a sweet tooth for lollipops.:)
This beauty is found in Russia, Korea, China, Japan Taiwan,Indochina Nepal India Sri Lanka. They are about 2 inches long with a stinger of about 1/4 inch in length. I hornet can kill 40 bees because of its strong mandible In Japan they eat them as Sashimi or deep fried.
What else do we associate Hornets with???
I know some of you own GUNS but this is something to think about... If you don't have a gun, here's a humane way to self defense.
A Church receptionist in a high risk area, was concerned about robbery when they counted the collection.
She asked the local police department about using pepper spray and they recommended to her that she get a can of wasp spray instead.
The wasp spray, they told her, can shoot up to twenty feet away and is a lot more accurate, while with the pepper spray, they have to get too close to you and could overpower you.
The wasp spray temporarily blinds an attacker until they get to the hospital for an antidote. She keeps a can on her desk in the office and it doesn't attract attention from people like a can of pepper spray would.
Keeping one at home, by the bed and camping might be good for self defense. Thought this was interesting and might be of use.
It's a tip given to students learning self defense for decades.
It can buy you time to get out and get help or call the police
Did you also know that wasp spray will kill a snake and mouse? Interesting :)
In Sydney, Australia, they made a burger, 210 pounds using 178 pounds of beef and 120 eggs.
Joe El-Ajouz, owner of Ambrosia On The Spot, said it took 24 hours to create the burger, including 12 hours just to cook the patty, and it required four men to flip, The (Sydney) Daily Telegraph reported Monday.
"I've always wanted to break a world record and this is a bit of fun and a marketing tool to get people in here and get them talking," El-Ajouz said.
The patty was topped with 16 tomatoes, 120 slices of cheese, four pounds of lettuce, a pound of barbecue sauce and placed between 46 pounds of bread.The previous record holder for the world's largest burger was made in the United States and weighed 185 pounds.
Now that's a burger.
I wonder how many Lilliputians would need to make, to fill Gulliver up with, of these burgers ?
Back on planet earth, this was a big burger my son bragged about eating from Triple X.
He said it did not fit his mouth and sent me this picture.
I thought it looked gross and very ......very much smaller :)
Rabbit meat is delicious and their droppings are loved by roses. I used my bunny manure on my roses which developed very thick stems and bloomed profusely till the end of February, in BC in spite of a few frosty nights.
Baby bunnies are the cutest and if you feed them carrots, oats and cabbage they should make the best meals. But the bad part is the killing part. I always had bunnies to play with in summer but My dad had to kill them in winter when it got too cold for them. One smelled blood, understood its fate and cried like a real baby. I can never get the sound out of my head and so I can never eat my own animals. They say animals don't understand. They understand. I raise them , feed them and give them away lol Stupid. lol
Light after darkness, gain after loss, Strength after suffering, crown after cross. Sweet after bitter, song after sigh, Home after wandering, praise after cry.
Sheaves after sowing, sun after rain, Sight after mystery, peace after pain. Joy after sorrow, calm after blast, Rest after weariness, sweet rest at last.
Near after distant, gleam after gloom, Love after loneliness, life after tomb. After long agony, rapture of bliss! Right was the pathway leading to this!
Once upon a time, there was a very nice little 12 year old girl
……….me.:)
It was spring, school was almost over, and I took my usual morning walk at 5 am.
This was the only time I could escape and ride my bike to the back river, as it was known back then.
It was on one of these beautiful mornings that
I saw this midsized chick running down the street. It lost the yellow color and turned white with spots and it sure ran fast.
Behind it ran a cat, trying to catch it.
I bent down and to my surprise this chicken ran straight into my arms.
Well I was so happy and decided to take this chicken home as I did not know where it lived.
Needless to say, it became my chicken. It ate from my hand, watched TV sleeping in my lap while I pet it,
and followed me around wherever I walked.
We became great friends.
Well it kept growing, so my Dad said we couldn’t keep it and maybe we could give it to my Grand Mother.
I said ok because I knew fighting with my Parents would be futile.
My Mother kept her house disinfected and so clean you could eat off her floors
So we took my friendly chicken to my grandmother.
She had a great place under her balcony for him.
She tied a long cord to its leg and the chicken had a lot of room to walk around the yard.
We came a few times to visit it and my grandmother fed him well with bread crusts and left
over people food which had lots of greens and grains in it.
Well, weeks went by, we went camping and were busy doing family things and before long it was fall.
My Dad said lets go visit Grandmother and I was so happy because I knew I would see my chicken,
expecting to hold it and pet it like I did before.
I put on a nice yellow dress and yellow shoes with heels, curled my hair getting ready for the visit.
When we arrived I ran to the back door and down the stairs to see my chicken.
To my surprise I did not see my chicken but this huge gray rooster whose head came up to my waist .
He was gorgeous!
But….. he didn’t recognize me.
He began to run in attack mode.
I got scared and hightailed it back up the stairs in my heels and just barely had time to shut the door on his head.
Thankfully, I missed it.
Anyway, I told my Dad and he began to laugh.
He went outside, down the stairs, while I watched and the rooster put one wing down and began to caw caw dance around my Fathers’ legs.
My Dad laughed and said:” I guess he is wooing me and needs a female chicken to keep him company.”
He gave the rooster some bread and we were both amazed at how big and gorgeous this rooster had become.
When he came indoors my grandmother told us what a great guard dog he was. He chased dogs cats and even people from his yard.
No one dared come there anymore.
I on the other hand was depressed that my chicken didn’t know me anymore. He loved my Grandmother.
Then I heard my Dad and Grandma whispering and when we came a few weeks later,
This great rooster every one loved, disappeared and I guess ended in the soup pot.
lol
The enemy was not man but the weather because he would not survive the cold winter outside.
And so the sky fell on my beautiful rooster who looked more like a Turkey than a rooster.
(Turkeys can't be kept together with chickens or the chickens get sick and die.)
I have never seen a rooster like him since and I do feel making soup out of him was the wrong thing to do but
I will never forget the look in his eye when he chased me up the stairs that day.lol
He left us with a mystery as to where he came from and why but he served his purpose in more ways than one, as a friend, as a guard and as good chicken noodle soup.
I don’t know who heard this story. It happened quite a while back.
One diplomatic incident took place in China .
There was a couple from France who always carried around a little frou frou
of a poodle around with them.
When they came to this restaurant in China to eat, they gave in their coats and the little dog.
They enjoyed their evening with a few other couples, and then paid their bill and went
to get their coats
The coats came but there was no little dog so they asked them for their little dog.
The restaurant was confused. They asked what little dog?
The couple said when we gave in our coats, we gave in our little dog.
The restaurant manager said:
“But Sir, you ate the dog. We prepared it for you.”
At which point the woman fainted.
What a catastrophe.
In China people bring in their own food to be cooked by the restaurant chef.
I remember once I was invited to celebrate Chinese New Years in Montreal, and my friend brought a fish to be cooked.
After she gave it in I asked her why she brought a fish and she said she liked this fish and she wanted it cooked for tonights meal.
She explained it was a very normal custom so when I heard this story I was not surprised, although I know how devastated the couple must have felt losing their precious dog this way.
I personally would be in the bathroom throwing up .
There is nothing worse than not knowing what you ate and then especially when you find out its your own pet.
One of our favorite Is a Japanese all you can eat restaurant we found at the Lansdown Mall in Richmond, BC.
We sit at a table with a menu and we have to tick off the numbers we want on another slip of paper and give them to the waiter who brings the food to you.
After having a wonderful luncheon outing with my sons, we got the tab
And it had every item we atewith the sum $o.oo beside it
So we had a tally looking something like this:
Sushi…………….0.00
Gzoyas…………..0.00
Teryaki chicken....0.00
Miso Soup…...…..0.00
Etc…
____________________
=29.23
Knowing how serious the Japanese people are, I told my boys we can have some fun here with the cashier.
So my oldest went to pay the bill and we stood and watched as he explained to the Cashier that we do not have to pay because the tally is wrong.
0.0plus 0.00 plus 0.00 plus plus plus plus plus etc.. all zeros, does not equal 29.23.
The cashier got all excited trying to explain to him NO! NO! NO.!
Half in English and half in Japanese.
As my son continued the charade with this poor cashier, who was getting red in the face, trying to explain the tab, we were giggling on the side.
Then my son laughed and told him ok I know.
It’s a buffet with a set price per person but the cashier could not explain it properly, being Japanese.
When he saw we were pulling his leg he laughed and shook his head.
He must have thought we were crazy white people lol
On our way home we discussed this and agreed that the way the tab was done we could have very well won our case had we pursued it.
What they should have written was 3 buffets = 29.23 or something to this effect.
When you look for opportunities you can still have some innocent fun in life.:)
We often get bumps and never think much of them. But a bump could be serious. Especially a big bump. A few stories I remember well had to do with my 80 year old grand mother.
She lived in her own home and I was sent to live with her and go to college cause my parents didn't want me living alone in my own apartment.
So I kept an eye on her ,took her shopping, the hospital. She was asthmatic so I had many emergency rides to the emergency room in the middle of the night, for this.
Every day, when I got home, she would tell me to watch the rake behind the front door. It was behind the door so what did I need to watch the rake for? Besides why was it there anyway?
I began to get irritated after a week of being told about this rake behind the door. It was like she had this obsession with this rake but didn't do anything to remove it. As soon as you open the front door , there she was telling me about the stupid rake.
One day I came home from school and saw my 80 year old Grandmother standing with this humongous bump on her head, similar to the one shown on the skull mask. I got so concerned and asked her what the heck happened? She looked at me with these pitiful eyes and said:
"I stepped on the rake."
When she brought in the topic of the rake, I could not help but burst into laughter. It wasn't funny. I had a very long day. The bump was huge and it could have killed her but the more I looked at her pitiful and then angry face because she saw I began to laugh, the more I laughed. I fell on the floor gasping with laughter, while saying to her.
"How could you do that? You did nothing but talk about this rake .....and then you went and stepped on it???????? It was behind the door!!" She began to see the humor and started to laugh herself.
And so you see, as with children, who don't seem to understand the gravity of not listening to grown up warnings, old people and even adults do the same things.
After we both calmed down, I went and gave her some loving hugs and kisses ,with compresses and tea, as she earned it and then tucked her safe in bed and then........ I warned her about the rake. lol
Pushkin Walked carrying his big top hat in front of his body. When asked where is the problem he answered the problem is in my hat. Hat dancing is funny and so is this clip with fans. Men have so little and make so much of what little they have, one needs to laugh. DJ OZMA Drinkin Boys
Mama Zens blog spoke of a book Spirited by Rebecca Rosen. Most people do not believe in spirits and I personally have never met any to talk to although I wish I could like they do in Medium and the Ghost Whisperer. You get to find out so much from spirits if this could be true.
But living in Singapore, I once heard a funeral over the wall of our estate. When a person died there, the Chinese bring the body home and they make all his special things out of paper that he might need in the next world. So he has a car, his favorite slippers, pipe etc...and money to pay the devil to get out of hell. They also hire criers who cry over the body and people who bang pots and bells to keep evil away. So this was what they were doing when I was sitting in my living room on the floor writing a letter to my Mother explaining what was happening. I wrote "Mom they are clanging and banging to keep the devil away.... and as I was writing devil, the lamp in my dining room burst with such ferocity that the glass pieces flew across the room all the way to the glass table, maybe 20 feet, where I was sitting at on the floor. I was dumb founded. And I felt eerie as if they kept him from crossing the wall and so he was angry at my place and showed me since I brought the topic up. This why they say evil comes when you invite it in and I guess by talking about him I was inviting him in. lol I told my friends who told me about the spirits that lived in the Raffles hotel. They had one woman who was always crying in one room and then a few ladies came down for tea once dressed in long gowns and white gloves with umbrellas and they had tea in the outside garden where tables were set up. Once they left a customer asked the waiter who they were and he asked him who are you talking about. The customer said those two ladies having tea at this table. The waiters eyes grew big and he asked the customer what they looked like so he explained, The waiter left and brought in the manager who told them about the hotel ghosts. These ladies were included One woman told me about about an old empty cement pool that had people walking inside as if they didn't know it was a pool. The Chinese believe in ghosts. My Mom did the ouiji board until it spelled out I am the horned goat meet me at midnight. She dropped everything and never did it again. One of her friends on new years, sat by a three sided mirror. The thing to do was to place the mirror in front of an open window and then keep looking in it and as soon as you get a glimpse of your future husband you turn the mirror over. Well she wanted a closer look and was beaten up. There have been cases girls were beaten to death by the spirit which walked through.
Some people have 7th sight and I believe in that.
When my grandfather died, I was sleeping and opened my eyes just to see him looking over me and smiling. I thought Oh grandfather is here and I am safe, I can sleep now. That same night he came to my mother in the kitchen. She turned around from the sink and saw him and he asked her for a cup of coffee. She said sure and turned to make him one then remembered he died. She turned and he was gone. She wasn't sleeping. She was washing dishes. So he came to the both of us the same night to say good bye.
I think all people have 7th sight but our brains are so cluttered, we don't see. You need to be in a certain frame of mind to be able to do this. In my case I was a child and just about to fall asleep and my Mom probably was also numb from her fatherinlaw, who she had a good relationship with, dying.
There were other things too that happened so when it comes to spirits, I am not so certain I don't believe in them. If they exist, then all the rest must be true too. Shirley McLean tried to experiment with the un explainable and she said she could fly on a string far away from her body. She could go to different places and see different things. Once I was meditating and I got to a point where I felt something leaving my body and I got scared and woke up. I thought if I let it go, it won't come back but what a journey I would be on. I could fly. You forget to breath at that moment. For me this is risk taking I am not prepared for. It could end up in death if you stay away too long and you have no concept of time doing this. Someone has to pull you back.
One needs to understand that we live with limits. Our eyes do not see as well as, say a bee. Our sense of smell is not as good as a wolves or a sharks.
So we speak in terms of our experiences and paradigms but sometimes things sift through and we are given a taste of the unexplainable. I can live with that. :)
FREE PUPPIES. Mother, AKC German Shepherd. Father, Super Dog. able to leap tall fences in a single bound.
FOUND DIRTY WHITE DOG. Looks like a rat. Been out a while. Better be a big reward.
COWS: NEVER BRED. Also 1 gay bull for sale.
NORDIC TRACK $300 Hardly used, call Chubby.
GEORGIA PEACHES California grown - 89 cents/lb.
JOINING NUDIST COLONY! Must sell washer and dryer $300.
WEDDING DRESS FOR SALE . Worn once by mistake. Call Stephanie.
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The blog that now comes to an end was created to show ...
Life Happens...
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How could it possibly have been this long since I've posted??? There has
just been too much going on and some things had to give–this blog was one
of those...
On What Absence Does to the Heart
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I'm back in Phnom Penh.But not for long, and, most likely, never to return.
India was so much; it held so many different things: it was a gift; and the
day...
Daniel 4:30-33
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30 The king spake, and said, Is not this great Babylon, that I have built
for the house of the kingdom by the might of my power, and for the honour
of my m...
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