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Saturday, December 8, 2012

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Friday, December 7, 2012

“Onions & Christmas Trees”

A family is at the dinner table.
The son asks his father, 'Dad, how many
kinds of boobs are there?
The father, surprised, answers, 'Well, son, there
are three kinds of boobs:
In her 20's, a woman's are like melons,
round and firm.
In her 30's to 40's, they are like pears,            
still nice but hanging a bit.
After 60, they are like onions'.


'Yes, you see them they make you cry.'

This infuriated his wife and daughter so the daughter said,
 'Mum, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?.

The mother, surprised, smiles and answers,
 'Well dear, a man goes through
three phases.
In his 20's, his willy is like an oak tree, mighty and hard.
In his 30's and 40's, it is like a birch, flexible but reliable.
After his 60's, it is like a Christmas Tree.'

'A Christmas tree?'

'Yes - the tree is dead and the balls are just for decoration.'

Received from my sister and just had to share ;)
Thanks Sandy ♥♥

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Bygone Quilts

For those of you who have been following me for any length of time know that a few years (yes, years) ago my sister, her husband and I have the daunting  laborious  adventurous task of clearing out the farm we grew up on.
Both our parents had passed (Love you, Mom and Dad), so the time had come to clear/clean and toss ALL the items they had collected over the 50 some years they had lived there. 
It took about 3 years of weekends to go through everything in the house.
And I do mean go through. Dad had a habit of stashing money......it could be in a drawer, or a shoebox of obituary newspaper clippings or in a shoe, in random envelopes mixed in with paid bills...you just never knew where it would pop up. So we had to go through every drawer, stack, box, pile, etc of papers thoroughly. And of course we would reminisce along the way and WONDER just what he was thinking. Since both of them had been through the depression, it would seem that they would not toss away anything..because "you may need it later". Oh how many times we had heard that!
Anyway, this brings me up to what I'm posting about today.
Dad had old ancient quilts that had seen better days out in his shop that he would use to cover whatever engine, tractor part or whatever other greasy grimy thing he was fixing to keep the dust off of it?? Don't ask ;)
They were put in the toss pile when my sister and I came sorting. When we went to actually carry them into the bed of the truck for the dumps, I just couldn't do it. So they ended up in my van to come home.  I knew I could squeeze them in one tiny space I had left.....of course, the van was filled to the brim every time we had finished for the day.  Some of my family thought I was making my own "dumps" but all those sentimental and some ridiculous items all ended up in "My Treasure" pile. At first it was a little corner of my garage, but darn it I just don't know how it grew so big! I know I didn't get them wet or feed them after midnight, but some how it filled a wall just about to the ceiling. Of course, I knew I would sort through and figure out what to do with each one in time....disassemble and create something new, wash it up and display it in my home, the possibilities were endless.
Little by little I got through most of it. I am on the bottom layer now which is where the 3 holey, greasy, grubby quilts were.
They still smelled just like Dads shop and they hadn't gotten any cleaner by sitting there.
These were so heavy, I knew I couldn't wash them by hand, so I popped them into the washer on hand wash. I figured they would fall apart or even disintegrate, but I had to try.
I hung them out on the clothes line to dry.
Yes, there were pieces of fabric covering the inside of my washer, but for the most part they didn't do as bad as I had feared, but they did do bad.
I washed 2.
One came out not much worse than it went in.
Still stained and grubby but a clean grubby.

I'm pretty sure these were my Grandmothers, or even great Grandmothers.
All I know is they came from my Dad's Mom when she passed and he was cleaning out her farm.
He brought just about everything from her place to our home....
hmm, sounds familiar.... 

The other was still together but it looked like a cat colony had been sharpening their claws for a week on it.

What I found interesting was the layer upon layer of fabric. In the very center was an old blanket, covered by layers of quilt tops and bottoms.

My guess is when it would wear out they just pieced another quilt top on it.
With not having much in the old days they made do with what they had.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do with these, but knew something would come to mind. I started cutting out the bigger whole pieces, then it hit me.
I would make a farmhouse garland out of the scraps.
I could even skip the first step since it was already grubby!

So I cut and tied and cut and tied and cut and tied......

Scented it with cinnamon and added cinnamon sticks to it and ended up with a 8 1/2 foot garland!
Let me tell ya, it's a heavy one, even with separating all the layers!
I think I made it too long :/

I also cutout some free formed hearts with larger pieces.

Now by no means is this the whole quilt. I still have several 2"x3" or about there, pieces left.
Then I have the one real scraggly one and the other one I haven't washed yet.
To say I'm quilted out and need to move onto something else is an understatement.
But I will be listing the next Farmhouse Garlands.
I know when to stop and let go of somethings...I do, I really do!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Sunday, December 2, 2012

Only hope we find GOD again before it is too late !

The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary.

My confession:

I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees... I don't feel threatened.. I don't feel discriminated against.. That's what they are, Christmas trees.

It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . If people want a crèche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.

I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from, that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat...

Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to.

In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.

In light of recent events... terrorists attack, school shootings, etc.. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school... The Bible says thou shalt not kill; thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK.

Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave, because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about.. And we said okay..

Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves.

Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.'

Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell. Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.

Are you laughing yet?

Funny how we can be more worried about what other people think of us than what God thinks of us.

Pass it on if you think it has merit.

If not, then just discard it... no one will know you did. But, if you discard this thought process, don't sit back and complain about what bad shape the world is in.

My Best Regards, Honestly and respectfully,

Ben Stein

Photo Wonder

Received this in an email and felt it had so many good lessons I needed to pas it on.




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