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.
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

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.
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

"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


Tuesday, May 19, 2015


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


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.” ( 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


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


"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

Friday, February 13, 2015


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


"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


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


"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


"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 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


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.

Monday, January 5, 2015


"The trouble with life isn't that there is no answer, it's that there are so many answers."
--Ruth Benedict, American anthropologist

"Never let the fear of striking out get in your way."
--Babe Ruth, American baseball player

Tuesday, December 30, 2014


Hope every one had a great Christmas. And everyone got what they wanted from old Saint Nick. Hope that your traveling to see family and friends was not too stressful and that you were all able to get your homes decorated. Now, we can get ready to pack it all up, put everything away and get ready for the new year.

Things went really well for us this Christmas. We had certain people, former family members, that we did not hear a peep from. A few family members sent a few pictures. There were plenty of munchies to go around and my belly is more round than before. Santa sent me a leather punch. So, now I can just punch extra holes in my belts, instead of buying new ones.

I also got a new pair of expand-o pants. The elastic has worn out of the other pair from last year. And the wife found me some underwear that fits pretty good. I can get these up high enough to cover my belly button, and a large portion of the old Isle of Belly. (I'm still looking for one of those little plastic palm trees from those little turtle pools we had as kids.) So, with the new undies, I can quit going commando.

Oh, and the wife got some good stuff also. One of the things she got was some of those Yankee do-dah smelly air freshener candles, some frilly do-dads, and some other foo-fa-rahs. A few gift cards for Bed Bath and Beyawn. (I yawn everytime we go there.) I mean, how much stuff do you need for a bathroom? Well, it was nice anyway. It's been cold, and we have snow on the ground.

In fact, we forgot to empty the wading pool in the back yard and it is frozen solid. I watched a squirrel loose its balance the other day. He slid across that pool so fast that he lost his nuts, (get your mind out of the gutter!) that he was carrying to bury next to the pool.  

Yeah, I really like Christmas. The food, eggnog, Christmas trees, all the lights. People standing in line six days before that new I-phone comes out. Family, friends, and -- did I mention -- the food? Plus! All them Christmas specials on TV.

AND. The real reason for Christmas? 
All those many years ago a baby was born: Jesus.

Kathi and I hope that all of you had a very MERRY CHRISTMAS.

Monday, December 29, 2014

Quote of the Week: 12/29/2014

"New Year's Day. A fresh start. A new chapter in life waiting to be written. New questions to be asked, embraced, and loved. Answers to be discovered and then lived in this transformative year of delight and self-discovery. Today carve out a quiet interlude for yourself in which to dream, pen in hand. Only dreams give birth to change."
--Sarah Ban Breathnach, Author

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Carolers and Candy Canes

We were "caroled" last night. A group of young people came by, rang the doorbell, then sang 3 carols for us. They gave us homemade cookies, and a candy cane with this legend attached. (We think they were from Colorado Christian University, which is just down the street about 1/2 mile from us.) It was a really nice surprise.
Long ago there were two villages in a far-off land. One was in a valley, and one was on a mountain top. The people in the mountain village wanted to give each person in the valley a Christmas gift.

So the mountain townspeople formed a committee to think of something special. Money was limited, and each gift had to be of equal value to each person. After much time and discussion a decision was finally reached. The town's candy maker, an elderly gentleman who had loved Jesus for many years, came up with the idea -- the candy cane.

Now, you may be thinking, what is so special about a candy cane -- and how can it ever be tied in with the real meaning of Christmas? Well, here is how and why. . .

1. The candy cane is in the shape of a shepherd's staff. Jesus is our Shepherd, and we are His flock. A sheep follows his own shepherd, knows his voice, trusts him and knows that he is totally safe with him. The sheep will follow no other shepherd than their own. In the same way, if we belong to Jesus, we are to follow only Him. (John 10:11; Psalm 23:1; Isaiah 40:11)

2. Turned over, the candy cane is a "J," the first letter of Jesus' name. (Luke 1:31) It is made of hard candy to remind us that Christ is the rock of our salvation.

3. The wide red stripes on the candy cane represent the blood Jesus shed on the cross for each one of us so that we can have eternal life through Him. He restores us and cleans us with His shed blood -- the only thing that can wash away our sin. (Luke 22:20)

4. The white stripes on the candy cane represent Jesus' virgin birth and His pure, sinless life. He is the only human being ever who never committed a single sin, even though He was tempted just as we are. (1 Peter 2:22)

5. The narrow red stripes on a candy cane represent Jesus' stripes, or scars, which He got when He was arrested and whipped. The Bible says we are healed (of sin) because He took those wounds. (Isaiah 53:5; 1 Peter 2:24)

6. The flavoring in the candy cane is peppermint, which is similar to hyssop. Hyssop is of the mint family and was used in Old Testament times for purification and sacrifice. (John 19:29; Psalm 51:7)

7. When we break our candy cane, it reminds us that Jesus' body was broken for us. When we have communion, it is a reminder of what He did for us. (1 Corinthians 11:24)

8. AND, if we share our candy cane and give some to someone else because we love that person, we are sharing the love of Jesus. (1 John 4:7,8)

God gave Himself to us when He sent Jesus to earth to save us. He loves us so much that He wants us to spend eternity with Him. We are assured of that when we accept Jesus into our hearts as our Savior. (John 1:12; John 3: 3,16)

Monday, December 22, 2014

Quote of the Week: 12/22/14

"Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the Lord your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.”
--Deuteronomy 31:6 (NIV) 

Friday, December 19, 2014

Coffee for Troops in December (A Kathi Post)

 Have you heard of Wreaths Across America? It is an event carried out in part by coordinating wreath laying ceremonies on a specified Saturday each December at veteran's cemeteries in all 50 states. In 2014 it was last Saturday. 

Here is Jim's nephew Grant's marker. Jim's son Bryan and Bryan's mom attended the ceremony and Bryan was allowed to place the wreath on his cousin's site. Bryan and his mom decorated by adding the soldier.

Grant was killed in action in Afghanistan in 2010. We are raising money to buy coffee for deployed troops as a way to honor them and let them know they are not forgotten by those of us at home. 

Our group fundraiser ends at the end of the month, but there is still time to contribute and buy some coffee for our deployed troops. We set a goal of $6,000 earlier in the year, and we are about $1,200 now. I do not see how we can meet the original goal by year's end, but we are pleased to have already provided coffees for around 600 deployed troops so far.

I have a friend who will match any donation made this month, so your money will go twice as far. You can use the link on the right side of the page to make your contribution. We send the funds as they come in so that there is no delay. That also means that you can get coffees to troops in time for Christmas.

We usually receive a note in return saying where the coffee was provided and a note from the recipient. Usually the notes just say "thank you" or "thanks", but sometimes they write a little more in which they say how much they appreciate being thought of by those of us at home.

After the fundraiser is over I'll give you a summary of where some of the coffees went.

Thank you for helping if you can.

Thursday, December 18, 2014


For those who prep, how about a Christmas list? I'm sure that there are some items that friends or family would get you. How about another one or two multi-tools? One for your bug out bag, one for your vehicle, and the one that you carry. How about some extra bow strings and maybe some extra bands for that sling shot? 

You can always use some extra pellets for that air gun and extra ammo for your shooters. Maybe some extra arrows are in order, also. How about an extra first aid kit or two? Even if they are just the basic kind. That's better than not having any at all. Maybe ask for a extra roll or two of duct tape. Ask for some more fishing line, hooks, and bobbers. Or, maybe a extra water filter or two.

Food stuffs are always welcome. A jar of honey, home canned food stuff that maybe you might be a bit short on. Know someone who makes jerky? Ask for some for Christmas. There are all kinds of things that you could possibly need or know someone who needs something for their preps. Maybe a pocket knife or belt knife. (I like knives. You can never have too many.) Get a Christmas stocking and fill it with some items that they can use. 

Sometimes we forget the simplest things that come in handy that could save a life. If you're good with your hands, maybe make someone a fire starting kit. How about a book or two on survival, plants, shelters, and whatever else you can think of? Me? I'm asking for a Batman-type of utility belt. I have so much in my pockets that I always look like I've pooped my pants. 

I've got about three pounds of stuff that I just have to have with me and carry every day. It's bad enough that about every fourth step I have to hike up my pants. So, think about some of the things that you need and ask. You never know what old Santa might bring you this Christmas.

Hmm, maybe some helium undershorts might help. HEY, SANTA! 

Tuesday, December 16, 2014


What do Thomas Jefferson, John Adams, and George Washington all have in common, besides being presidents? As adults they all played and collected marbles.

Hmm, maybe we should have all the members of our government of today put their marbles away and quit the hon-yockin' around.

I wonder who would win the biggest share of the marbles?

So, anyway, NOW YOU KNOW!

Monday, December 15, 2014

Monday, December 8, 2014

Quote of the Week: 12/8/2014

"The gardening season officially begins on January 1st, and ends on December 31."
--Marie Huston

We got our first seed catalog in the mail on Friday -- Baker Creek Heirloom Seed. We usually get our Burpee catalog the day after Christmas. It is not too soon to think about what you want to grow in the coming year.

It's a good way to spend a couple of hours in your warm house in December.

Thanks for stopping by.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

About a Classmate (A Kathi Post)

I am going to school to finally finish my bachelor's degree. I go to American Public University. American Military University is the same school, but for military people. We share classes, so several of my classmates are veterans or are currently on active duty.

Today I started a new class and this story was written about one of my classmates. If you like dogs or if you like Marines -- or both! -- you'll want to read it.

After I read it, I donated a coffee in his honor.

You can, too. Our group fundraiser has less than a month to go. Please consider even a $2 donation? It is appreciated. 

Monday, December 1, 2014


"One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries."

--A. A. Milne, author of " Winnie-the-Pooh"

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Happy Thanksgiving (and how to share thanks with those who can't be home for it)

The "cup of joe for a Joe" fundraiser has just about a month left. We are nowhere near the goal amount, but if you can spare $2 and a couple minutes, please consider buying a coffee for a service person who won't be able to be home for Thanksgiving with his or her family this year. Thank you.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014


Thanksgiving is two days away. As we rush around to get things ready for that great meal, we should stop, take a deep breath, and think of things that we should be thankful for. Like the roof over your head. Things that we just kind of take for granted. Family: do you have family out of state or family you don't really talk to because of some situation? 

Even if you don't call or talk to them, maybe offer up a prayer for them. We all have things to be thankful for. We just don't express it. Maybe send a card or make that phone call. Send them good thoughts and put them in your prayers.  

Let's all just take a few minutes to count our blessings and the blessings of others, and for others. Be heartfelt in our thanks for what we have, whether it is health, wealth, job, love, family, friends, or whatever, let us be joyous and humble and ever so thankful.

Here is wishing everyone a great Thanksgiving. And try not to overdo on the turkey and stuffing. As always, save a little extra room for that pumpkin pie. 

Friday, November 21, 2014

DID YOU KNOW: Turkey talk

So, to carry on with talking about turkeys this week: Did you know that besides Tom turkeys making a gobbling sound they can make more than 30 vocal sounds? A gobble can be heard a mile away, and these are recognized by other male turkeys.

The female turkey is not as vocal. They make a clicking noise. Also, you can tell the difference between a female from the male by their color. The female's head is grayish blue, and her feathers are a dull brown, with a few feathers on her head and neck for camouflage.

The male has red, bronze, and gold feathers and a cluster of feathers on his chest -- maybe that's turkey chest hair! The males had bright red featherless heads and a beard. Also, the feathers are longer than the female turkeys have.

Another way to determine male from female is to check out their poo. The female poo is in the shape of the letter J. The male poo is spiral shaped. (I had to tell you just in case you wanted to know.) 

So, NOW YOU KNOW a little bit more about yummy wild turkeys! 

Thursday, November 20, 2014

DID YOU KNOW: More turkey

Here are some more things about wild turkeys that you may not have known about. The brightly colored fleshy bumps on a turkey's head and throat are called caruncles. And that wrinkly flap of skin that hangs over a turkey's beak is called a snood. They turn bright red when the turkey is scared or ticked off.

The wrinkly thing of skin under the turkey's chin is called a wattle, and it also turns red on the male when it is mating season. The male turkey is known as a "Tom" and also as a "gobbler," and that's because of the sound they make when the females are around.

The females are called "hens," and baby turkeys are called "chicks" or "poults." 'Course, it does not matter what you call them. They are yummy, fried or baked or smoked. I once had a fresh turkey egg for breakfast. But that is another post for another time.

So, NOW YOU KNOW more about turkeys. 

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

DID YOU KNOW ? More Turkey stuff.

Here is some other things about turkeys, that you may not know.

During the mating season, the male fluffs out his feathers, and fans out his tail feathers. He then drags his wings when he walks. This is called strutting.

When the female (hen) goes to lay her eggs, she will lay about 12 eggs at the rate of 1 a day. And she will do this in under two weeks. The eggs incubate for about 28 days before hatching.

A lot of us serve turkey every Thanksgiving. But did you know that it's unlikely that the Pilgrims ate turkey at their first Thanksgiving feast (1621)? It was a three day celebration. There were around 90 Native Americans and 53 Pilgrims. The written accounts of the menu mention "fowl," which probably was duck or grouse. Turkey was not listed.

So, I threw in a little history also. But, NOW YOU KNOW!

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


Thanksgiving is coming up pretty soon. I thought that I would do some "DID YOU KNOW?" posts on turkeys.

According to the USDA, close to 250 million turkeys are raised in the U.S. annually. About 45 million turkeys will be cooked in America for Thanksgiving. That's a lot of birds!


Monday, November 17, 2014

QUOTE OF THE WEEK : 11-17-14

"He who refuses to embrace a unique opportunity loses the prize as surely as if he had tried and failed."

--William James, American psychologist

Monday, November 3, 2014


"The best way to have a good idea is to have lots of ideas."
-- Linus Pualing, American scientist

Friday, October 24, 2014


I spent all of Thursday at a friend's house. He asked me a few days before if I could come over and help him go through some dirt that he got off of a old placer claim. The dirt came off of his family land. It was at one time a "working" placer claim. 

So, I loaded up our truck and drove over to his place. I brought along screens of several different mesh sizes, various gold pans, snuffer bottles, a wash tub to pan in, a blue bowl for running concentrates through to get the gold, and several other things for prospecting. When I got to his place, he was outside waiting for me with a BIG smile on his face.

I figured he had maybe one 5-gallon bucket of dirt to go through and that we would be able to use the screens and classify it down to some concentrates. I could show him how to pan and get some color. Nope; he had six buckets of dirt. We set things up, added some water to the wash tub, added a little Jet Dry to the water to break the surface tension of the water. (Some times gold flakes will float if they are real fine.) 

We took a empty bucket and placed a screen on it, shoveled some dirt in it, and shook it until there was nothing but stones about the size of your little fingernail or bigger in the screen. We managed to get one bucket done and took a break for a bite of lunch. Later, after lunch, I showed him another screen with smaller mesh, and had him sift a couple of shovelfuls of dirt through it. It took him some time to get through it. 

We then had some dirt that we could pan. It took about 20 minutes to show him and go through one pan. There was no gold. The next pan, we had about three little flakes of color, about the size of a gnat's butt. (If you have ever seen a gnat's butt, you have better sight than Superman.) I mean they were tiny. And then it happened.

He got bit by the gold bug. He had gold fever just from three itty bitty flakes. When I left to come home, he was setting outside with the screen I loaned him, sifting like a mad man. I wonder how many buckets of dirt he will go through before his wife hollers that she is going to lock him out of the house if he doesn't stop and come in and go to bed. I doubt that he will do any more panning until I can get back over to his place and show him how to run the blue bowl for the gold recovery of the fine gold.

It was a good day spent with friends, with lots of talk and laughter. To be able to show someone new some of the ropes to becoming a weekend prospector was great. He also started talking about metal detecting. I just might have created a prospecting monster.