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As my old friend, Bill the Cat used to say so effectively.
I have been remiss in not reminding everyone to get out their editions of "The Autobiography of Santa Claus". In fact, now we/you're several weeks in the hole! Aaahh, just do like us and read a chapter at breakfast!
This terrific book covers all the bases! It smooths the link between Jesus and Santa in an inspired way; it covers the Santa's age issue, it covers the time travel issue, it covers the presents around the world thing and throws in great figures from history to boot. It even tells you what un-expected food you SHOULD be leaving on the mantel this year--hint: it involves caprines.
I didn't plan to like the book. I didn't even buy it for myself. I found in in my dad's pile a few years ago and wanted to see how they approached the whole Jesus thing. I was cynical and prepared to toss it back under the tree with disgust...
Didn't happen. I took it home, kept it and bought about 5 copies last year for a song on Amazon. I had a ball giving them away to friends. Wish I could find that same deal this year, but alas, no.
Get it. Read it. Love it. Not smarmy. Not trite. Interesting, sweet and worth reading each year.
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Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Politics, again...
I am struggling along, trying to keep the boat afloat with dignity and respect undertowed by fear and loathing.
Here's an interesting blog, highlighting some of President-Elect Obama's future plans:
And of course, one of my favorites, although irreverant and bold--the irrepressible Ann Coulter:
For my birthday, my dad gave me Bill O'Reilly's newest book: A Bold, Fresh Piece of Humanity. We read it aloud all the way to and from the funeral on Wednesday and it is very entertaining. I wish I had the opportunity to see him more often, but perhaps knowing him from writing is better...
Well, I better start planning for my "community service hours"...Yah, Comrade.
Here's an interesting blog, highlighting some of President-Elect Obama's future plans:
And of course, one of my favorites, although irreverant and bold--the irrepressible Ann Coulter:
For my birthday, my dad gave me Bill O'Reilly's newest book: A Bold, Fresh Piece of Humanity. We read it aloud all the way to and from the funeral on Wednesday and it is very entertaining. I wish I had the opportunity to see him more often, but perhaps knowing him from writing is better...
Well, I better start planning for my "community service hours"...Yah, Comrade.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Book Review
This was the weirdest Christmas year. I think I got two books! This is unheard of--and the books were: Tasha Tudor's dollhouse (a coffee table book) and The Injured Horse--a reference book for owners. Not exactly your bedside comfort tome.
Weird! I did get 37 calendars, though. Currently we have three calendars in the kitchen--the absolutely required Welsh Corgi calendar (had to get it at Petsmart AFTER Christmas!), the Pioneer Woman calendar (http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/), and the free horse calendar that you get from your enquine vet after you spend thousands of dollars with him. So no matter which way I turn in the kitchen, I cannot escape the date and the mammals that are relying on me for food and manure removal.
We still have a rooster calendar from my mom, a "Mom" calendar by Boynton that has thousands of little slots to write your responsibilities each month, and a three month revolving calendar from my dad, who apparently thinks I need to get a firmer grasp on the passage of time. I think I still owe him for that last load of sawdust. I also picked up one of those mini-calendars for my office, of Caribbean beaches. The pictures are fabulous and just what I need to get through midwestern winters, except now that it's up, I cannot make out the dates from across the room--and my office is not more than 10' across.
Oh, and #2 got a sweet little mousie lady calendar. Speaking of little mousies, there was one in the chicken scratch bag yesterday, taking a little snooze. Did I mention we have a cat that must weigh 15 lbs? Perhaps his time at the buffet bar is interrupting his predatory responsibilities...but I digress.
Book reviews: Handyman brought home for me, around my birthday time, Tony Dungy's book, Quiet Strength. I had considered getting it from the library, but hadn't made the effort yet, what with the $687 fine hanging over my head for a video called Tone Your Thighs in 30 Days or something. Anyway, he brought it home and I was bogged down in a biography of Queen Elizabeth II, so I picked it up, in the "reading room". It has been very enjoyable, especially if you know any names in football in the last 20 years or so. Tony has worked with lots of the big names and many of the very successful ones.
His philosophies are practical and not preachy at all. One of his main priorities is doing the routine stuff better than anyone else does it, the little things, the simple things. That's surely something I could apply here...
...like putting the laundry AWAY before anymore shows up. Like sweeping the floor before a backhoe is necessary. This, of course, will require WALKING AWAY from the computer before the food burns, etc. Gotta go hay.
Weird! I did get 37 calendars, though. Currently we have three calendars in the kitchen--the absolutely required Welsh Corgi calendar (had to get it at Petsmart AFTER Christmas!), the Pioneer Woman calendar (http://www.thepioneerwoman.com/), and the free horse calendar that you get from your enquine vet after you spend thousands of dollars with him. So no matter which way I turn in the kitchen, I cannot escape the date and the mammals that are relying on me for food and manure removal.
We still have a rooster calendar from my mom, a "Mom" calendar by Boynton that has thousands of little slots to write your responsibilities each month, and a three month revolving calendar from my dad, who apparently thinks I need to get a firmer grasp on the passage of time. I think I still owe him for that last load of sawdust. I also picked up one of those mini-calendars for my office, of Caribbean beaches. The pictures are fabulous and just what I need to get through midwestern winters, except now that it's up, I cannot make out the dates from across the room--and my office is not more than 10' across.
Oh, and #2 got a sweet little mousie lady calendar. Speaking of little mousies, there was one in the chicken scratch bag yesterday, taking a little snooze. Did I mention we have a cat that must weigh 15 lbs? Perhaps his time at the buffet bar is interrupting his predatory responsibilities...but I digress.
Book reviews: Handyman brought home for me, around my birthday time, Tony Dungy's book, Quiet Strength. I had considered getting it from the library, but hadn't made the effort yet, what with the $687 fine hanging over my head for a video called Tone Your Thighs in 30 Days or something. Anyway, he brought it home and I was bogged down in a biography of Queen Elizabeth II, so I picked it up, in the "reading room". It has been very enjoyable, especially if you know any names in football in the last 20 years or so. Tony has worked with lots of the big names and many of the very successful ones.
His philosophies are practical and not preachy at all. One of his main priorities is doing the routine stuff better than anyone else does it, the little things, the simple things. That's surely something I could apply here...
...like putting the laundry AWAY before anymore shows up. Like sweeping the floor before a backhoe is necessary. This, of course, will require WALKING AWAY from the computer before the food burns, etc. Gotta go hay.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Decadence on parade
(I wrote this twice, last night. Each time sent into oblivion. Ever seen the part of Little Women where Jo goes after Amy for burning her manuscript?? That was me with computer...finally I just went to bed and read Tony Dungy's book. Much more peaceful.)
Anyway, what I said was that the other night I threw aside any thoughts of conservation and drove my SUV out to the barn to feed the late night hay. Handyman was out of town, AGAIN, and that means cold bed, cold feet and no comforting snoring unless you accept canine/feline. Also, it was windy and I hate wind in the winter. So, I decided I'd just hitch up the old Expedition and drive myself out there rather than walk. It's only 100 yards, but dark and cold is dark and cold when you're by your lonesome. Take that Algore.
Then to kick the decadence meter up a notch, I came in, cranked up the world wide web and ordered a small animal heat pad for my old rooster to sit on! You may remember that I have this old charity case rooster who came to me with no toes (frostbite) due to some idiot's negligence. Anyway, I admire his perkiness and gentleness and yes, I do what I can to give him special treatment. Well, last summer he got run out of the hen house by the little banty rooster that we hatched from the eggs that came through the mail (another story). So "John", named after Sir John Middleton from Sense & Sensibility, moved over to the horse barn. He nests under this plywood at night. I was able to convince Handyman to put up a windbreak for him in the late fall, since the wall is not completed there. But still, he's sitting on the cold ground.
On Super Bowl Sunday last year, I brought him into the bathroom that we don't use off our kitchen and started keeping him in the shower stall there at night. I would really like to not do that this winter. The early morning crowing and the smell are a little much, even for us. So, I found a little heating pad for small animals that only heats up to 102 (their body temp), when they are sitting on it. So, rather than get myself something purty, I ordered it for this old rooster, with no toes and one eye that stays dialated. He drinks water when I hold it for him. He crows when I carry him out to the barn in the morning, while I am carrying him and he comes when he hears my voice. What's a girl to do?
I guess I am truly rich.
The two versions I wrote last night were better. Sorry.
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Dec. 15, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by HeartnSoul (63.237.209.162)
Aww what a pampered rooster :) That is so funny - no lace Mrs. Bennet LOL. Thanks for stopping by :) Denise aka /CuriousCat
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Posted by blessedwith2angels (64.136.27.226)
That is so sweet to buy your rooster a heating pad. It actually sounds like something we would do--but my son's rooster stays nice and warm in a fancy chicken house on my father-in-law's farm. Pam
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Posted by Jessica (207.32.9.245)
Still, a good version... Our rooster is lucky he gets to sleep inside. We weren't even supposed to have a rooster, and my husband isn't too keen on the crowing, but I like the strutting... Found you via Pioneer Woman www.farmfreshiowa.blogspot.com
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Dec. 18, 2007 - hi
Posted by midwifeliz (70.231.130.228)
Just wanted to stop by and say hi. I love the tales about the rooster. Merry Christmas!
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Anyway, what I said was that the other night I threw aside any thoughts of conservation and drove my SUV out to the barn to feed the late night hay. Handyman was out of town, AGAIN, and that means cold bed, cold feet and no comforting snoring unless you accept canine/feline. Also, it was windy and I hate wind in the winter. So, I decided I'd just hitch up the old Expedition and drive myself out there rather than walk. It's only 100 yards, but dark and cold is dark and cold when you're by your lonesome. Take that Algore.
Then to kick the decadence meter up a notch, I came in, cranked up the world wide web and ordered a small animal heat pad for my old rooster to sit on! You may remember that I have this old charity case rooster who came to me with no toes (frostbite) due to some idiot's negligence. Anyway, I admire his perkiness and gentleness and yes, I do what I can to give him special treatment. Well, last summer he got run out of the hen house by the little banty rooster that we hatched from the eggs that came through the mail (another story). So "John", named after Sir John Middleton from Sense & Sensibility, moved over to the horse barn. He nests under this plywood at night. I was able to convince Handyman to put up a windbreak for him in the late fall, since the wall is not completed there. But still, he's sitting on the cold ground.
On Super Bowl Sunday last year, I brought him into the bathroom that we don't use off our kitchen and started keeping him in the shower stall there at night. I would really like to not do that this winter. The early morning crowing and the smell are a little much, even for us. So, I found a little heating pad for small animals that only heats up to 102 (their body temp), when they are sitting on it. So, rather than get myself something purty, I ordered it for this old rooster, with no toes and one eye that stays dialated. He drinks water when I hold it for him. He crows when I carry him out to the barn in the morning, while I am carrying him and he comes when he hears my voice. What's a girl to do?
I guess I am truly rich.
The two versions I wrote last night were better. Sorry.
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Dec. 15, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by HeartnSoul (63.237.209.162)
Aww what a pampered rooster :) That is so funny - no lace Mrs. Bennet LOL. Thanks for stopping by :) Denise aka /CuriousCat
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Dec. 15, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by blessedwith2angels (64.136.27.226)
That is so sweet to buy your rooster a heating pad. It actually sounds like something we would do--but my son's rooster stays nice and warm in a fancy chicken house on my father-in-law's farm. Pam
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Dec. 17, 2007 - Untitled Comment
Posted by Jessica (207.32.9.245)
Still, a good version... Our rooster is lucky he gets to sleep inside. We weren't even supposed to have a rooster, and my husband isn't too keen on the crowing, but I like the strutting... Found you via Pioneer Woman www.farmfreshiowa.blogspot.com
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Dec. 18, 2007 - hi
Posted by midwifeliz (70.231.130.228)
Just wanted to stop by and say hi. I love the tales about the rooster. Merry Christmas!
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