tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85463467812111978732024-03-05T07:09:50.950-05:00Eat Your Veggies!A New Take on Food, Family & FunAunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.comBlogger484125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-85331299723924860772010-03-05T20:21:00.009-05:002010-03-06T08:28:34.848-05:00It's March! Pack It Up Already!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHXBML2R5cNviw8u4ZbgjBUdrwxASVcjk3g9iPFB2nEk5adH2Q-kA3hxq3oW5v7XZhboEGKW0BD8NCjgDX4mYAPcdx4Sbqd1-mgRGQI4iBasklmtSGkn6Jkr411uhwk358NsIYryLbIKJ/s1600-h/6-Word+Saturday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445326538795480290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghHXBML2R5cNviw8u4ZbgjBUdrwxASVcjk3g9iPFB2nEk5adH2Q-kA3hxq3oW5v7XZhboEGKW0BD8NCjgDX4mYAPcdx4Sbqd1-mgRGQI4iBasklmtSGkn6Jkr411uhwk358NsIYryLbIKJ/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I am participating in Six Word Saturday, brought to you by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.showmyface.com">Cate at Show My Face.</a><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySljTcwTtBmp3-dpeKqUlh_kKadRz1HUuJ3kjtNpH8-lVR8BvP13taLlGJ9CEyPyQb3WmXdf0yqHvjO5-rk7_w6B8wUJUIryxBF0kmlVeOq6SBYqWuPfR0Du-T56tVna9fLcEIMDKhjYf/s1600-h/IMG_2331.JPG"></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445326138196865682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiihd8E8rInpZwLuABrBgeu8K24wv85UpDgs94-5avjCekdZPhNdeDN86c9I7n2wW5WoQYGah3nW1ob1wfKCfnE9ruDC8ervc0beVuBC_1CwxDHjLiQBI04URa6Zrph9hL5heaPTLAAkXZd/s400/IMG_2330.JPG" border="0" /> </div></div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com45tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-76873367477834295852010-02-26T07:17:00.000-05:002010-02-26T07:19:28.148-05:0028 Days-Not That I'm Counting!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXu7sshiIueCcaL1ZyCV3USrDXTm035NRAeucEtHeyAJg5-6ghGg-mv7w2WdC76OQQF-cG9X3Id_t8zkgOId0-9cmoXED_uNZtrX87joNZaaTaWOvObHAhVeXu4j5v8hWBTHz8hbyEtzt/s1600-h/Cape_san_Blas_ARial.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442525323984529570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXu7sshiIueCcaL1ZyCV3USrDXTm035NRAeucEtHeyAJg5-6ghGg-mv7w2WdC76OQQF-cG9X3Id_t8zkgOId0-9cmoXED_uNZtrX87joNZaaTaWOvObHAhVeXu4j5v8hWBTHz8hbyEtzt/s400/Cape_san_Blas_ARial.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cape San Blas, Florida<br /><br /></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-11639806675803890702010-02-17T16:56:00.014-05:002010-02-20T08:05:18.090-05:00Sturgeon Spearing-What Are the Chances?<a href="http://www.showmyface.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440144311554770274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxtWB8QmL_P3WjK3C-0fWU4AEX0jtln-6xj8wsWKsHF2mDuc__qTlljUoG9RSVg0A_25mpa-PxH64zN4a6u3yue0kl1u1RWlSslSftWessjRiDKugQ5alTW8UpmxA-vu9wbLJsR6kvcqck/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by </span><a href="http://www.showmyface.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Cate at Show My Face.<br />ce.</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBPAwR8v0ZN6iCC-lUptoaXFmyYXINJQNZPjIwtsJq7gdoUNju9NqxEEpu8ZW7SZyLX9WiS_-dzfCor_v5a8OViKYDj6llGMB7R8bKbxqS2VExDwNmlF2DKD2My-Qah_9xIZw9o5LpnM8/s1600-h/IMG_2328.JPG"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439335195628153266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipBPAwR8v0ZN6iCC-lUptoaXFmyYXINJQNZPjIwtsJq7gdoUNju9NqxEEpu8ZW7SZyLX9WiS_-dzfCor_v5a8OViKYDj6llGMB7R8bKbxqS2VExDwNmlF2DKD2My-Qah_9xIZw9o5LpnM8/s400/IMG_2328.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">By sturgeon standards, this is a little fish. It measured only 42 inches long, weighed in at 38 pounds and is estimated to be about 20 years old. It was speared Monday, on Lake Winnebago in eastern Wisconsin. Opening day, a Lake Winnebago record-setting sturgeon was speared. It weighed 212 pounds and was estimated to be 100 years old!</span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Yeah, <em>speared</em>. How do they do that, you ask?</span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Well, a rectangular hole is cut in the ice, which is about 24 inches thick, with a chain saw. The hole measures about 3 feet by 5 feet, or about the size of your front door. The fisherman sits by the hole, inside his shanty, and gazes down into the water. When a fish swims by, he spears it with his long-handled, barb-tined sturgeon spear. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>What? </strong><strong>You just sit there and wait for a fish to swim by? You have to be kidding!</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Apparently not. I talked to one fisherman who has been doing this 20 years and has never seen a fish swim past his hole! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>Ya think? I mean, what are the chances?</strong> </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Lake Winnebago has a surface area of 137,000 acres. The hole is 15 square feet. You do the math. And don't forget to allow for looking away just long enough to change the radio station, open a beer, have a snack, pet your dog, open a beer, look outside, take a nap...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>You would have better luck looking up a chimney and waiting for a duck to fly by!</strong> </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">And still, the lake is full of holes, shantys and fishermen. And the cap for the season, which this year looks to be only about five days long, is about 1800 fish. So it's not impossible. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm a glass (lake) is half-empty kind of person. I mean, if I hadn't even <em>seen</em> a fish through my hole in 20 years, I'd be looking for a new hobby! </span></div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-35831797404923082192010-02-15T14:45:00.007-05:002010-02-16T09:09:48.178-05:00"Children As Pets" - The Cat Years<div align="left">Cleaning out the desk the other day, I found this clipping and thought I'd share one of my favorites with you. Wish I could take credit for writing it, but that prolific author, Anonymous<br />gets the credit.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438571591964067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ1p61Uyazy_GHFBoZnWNxDINYWF4ZQ1U_2vAs1c_qbXJCMH8dGuYjEd9EVu4fCkLSeKT2D5VsZTnuBUu-bKTGG_5RBrk0Ojq-jHIexV48uJiMwfjcd0Hp9YZx__P8AnBtCvUTP3lwDQvH/s400/Dog%2520&%2520Cat2(1).jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><br /><p align="center">I just realized that while children are dogs-</p><br /><p align="center">loyal and affectionate-teenagers are cats.</p><br /><p align="center">It's so easy to be a dog owner. You feed it,</p><p align="center">train it, boss it around. It puts it's head on</p><p align="center">your knee and gazes at you as if you were</p><p align="center">a Rembrandt painting. It bounds indoors with</p><p align="center">enthusiasm when you call it.</p><p align="center">Then around age 13, your adoring little puppy</p><p align="center">turns into a big old cat. When you tell it to come </p><p align="center">inside, it looks amazed, as if wondering who</p><p align="center">died and made you emperor. Instead of dogging</p><p align="center">your doorsteps, it disappears. You won't see it</p><p align="center">again until it gets hungry-then it pauses on it's</p><p align="center">sprint through the kitchen long enough to turn it's </p><p align="center">nose up at whatever you're serving.</p><p align="center">When you reach out to ruffle it's head, in that old</p><p align="center">affectionate gesture, it twists away from you, then</p><p align="center">gives you a blank stare as if trying to remember</p><p align="center">where it has seen you before. You, not realizing</p><p align="center">that the dog is now a cat, think something must</p><p align="center">be desperately wrong with it. It seems so antisocial,</p><p align="center">so distant, sort of depressed. It won't go to family</p><p align="center">outings.</p><p align="center">Since you're the one who raised it, taught it to</p><p align="center">fetch and stay and sit on command, you assume</p><p align="center">that you did something wrong. Flooded with guilt</p><p align="center">and fear, you redouble your efforts to make your</p><p align="center">pet behave. Only now you're dealing with a cat.</p><p align="center">So everything that worked before now produces</p><p align="center">the opposite of the desired result. Call it, and it</p><p align="center">runs away. Tell it to sit, and it jumps on the</p><p align="center">counter. The more you go toward it, wringing your</p><p align="center">hands, the more it moves away.</p><p align="center">Instead of continuing to act like a dog owner, you</p><p align="center">can learn to behave like a cat owner. Put a dish</p><p align="center">of food near the door, and let it come to you. But</p><p align="center">remember that a cat needs your help and your</p><p align="center">affection too. Sit still, and it will come, seeking</p><p align="center">that warm, comforting lap it has not entirely</p><p align="center">forgotten. Be there to open the door for it.</p><p align="center">One day, your grown-up child will walk into the</p><p align="center">kitchen, give you a big kiss and say "You've</p><p align="center">been on your feet all day. Let me get those</p><p align="center">dishes for you."</p><p align="center">Then you'll realize your cat is a dog again.</p><p align="center">(For Soccer Boy, who at 14, is still all dog!)<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p><br /></p><br /><p align="left"></p>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-32809671744337049742010-02-12T21:55:00.003-05:002010-02-13T07:39:11.285-05:00Thank You For Your Service, Ryan<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVG5jpbhB0x5GKujpQeS3TFQ0EvtbDF8czXeIwhn0HkXB2dZbwqZj0WtTLcBW0F0ZyemthG72KWe5W_05X5p200EwD5LOrHKZsPYsuOLGkMi_LgfvTXXXRPgDU4JInnckCrrg9GCtRdMP/s1600-h/6-Word+Saturday.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjN5HQXcfx2ELUQaJNhIrHEMrqgxeb-OMTNxxS4u6aGs-B0pY9Og0jNSnf0au28LwNjpQvl29tZaOuaeZD9yTPlqLuww31Xvt3Bpsmoiyx9CGfulY-LpRbtNX_RGwaPofK0g3FN50RlX3q/s1600-h/Ryan+06.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436794599598514658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjN5HQXcfx2ELUQaJNhIrHEMrqgxeb-OMTNxxS4u6aGs-B0pY9Og0jNSnf0au28LwNjpQvl29tZaOuaeZD9yTPlqLuww31Xvt3Bpsmoiyx9CGfulY-LpRbtNX_RGwaPofK0g3FN50RlX3q/s400/Ryan+06.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdVtRwlOQfgp-MISlhnQuAvebE368nOg29uzkWF3jTapiNFk-abfSeuwk3gafagiojdhdkn2FFPxZFqD4kgF4A9tC6qY0i1szFhXu6_TX2o2KhwWZCrZqdgwYghldjHS4Co35TjI5n2hc/s1600-h/Ryan's+name+i.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436794441148721570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdVtRwlOQfgp-MISlhnQuAvebE368nOg29uzkWF3jTapiNFk-abfSeuwk3gafagiojdhdkn2FFPxZFqD4kgF4A9tC6qY0i1szFhXu6_TX2o2KhwWZCrZqdgwYghldjHS4Co35TjI5n2hc/s400/Ryan's+name+i.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMVPcKGj5Ywn4myFIeBGjfkAeHg8GhIWUq0wGnWUSYuL1lhdWnRSUvlsj67vZt26g_kq-TCZgDsyeJ434mh-n0zuYwKzaGU4GwkUKsVcSzZp1PlWdIKtox_tNgQoWcv9JcwIRBOnN2Bt-/s1600-h/Ryan's+Safari.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436794328835782194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPMVPcKGj5Ywn4myFIeBGjfkAeHg8GhIWUq0wGnWUSYuL1lhdWnRSUvlsj67vZt26g_kq-TCZgDsyeJ434mh-n0zuYwKzaGU4GwkUKsVcSzZp1PlWdIKtox_tNgQoWcv9JcwIRBOnN2Bt-/s400/Ryan's+Safari.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OqdLfhZOfMLYpJAmL0seY7DTLmI5rc0jIaZiBb6-d8dovWP-tcFziH_P2PyLq2kygR6DjEVKIt_T8PdejrLHeHGGgIzYfpGJmiFfb5rtU5jbAsstg-1RSHe5ZMv9R-TnyFzjuuepQk4D/s1600-h/ryan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436794180460842050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OqdLfhZOfMLYpJAmL0seY7DTLmI5rc0jIaZiBb6-d8dovWP-tcFziH_P2PyLq2kygR6DjEVKIt_T8PdejrLHeHGGgIzYfpGJmiFfb5rtU5jbAsstg-1RSHe5ZMv9R-TnyFzjuuepQk4D/s400/ryan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHEoMgjFMypOe7kGRayySUibBLDd3olkUtUCiqrJnyiJKvAk7H3uTGV1OHonrZHiru5VjurnZw564ETpwBHyqrs6JBceLIEeSKjFkhzDhmr4gr6-wZDPpD9u2kvUJGZeZxkc_SeTtRCHy/s1600-h/FlagU2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436793969727690386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoHEoMgjFMypOe7kGRayySUibBLDd3olkUtUCiqrJnyiJKvAk7H3uTGV1OHonrZHiru5VjurnZw564ETpwBHyqrs6JBceLIEeSKjFkhzDhmr4gr6-wZDPpD9u2kvUJGZeZxkc_SeTtRCHy/s400/FlagU2.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4aqfpSqay9qdXC2pWgKRy8TgVUcxZbsDDiROA_mdSTdQCmBYhPZ5o14lLXcXjLsfwDA44KYj4XLCgwxVctITJDQZbWVwqsKGI4GpL1muIpZWVokI64cAWNx8eF2GaqF1jXhJrAYYt_3J/s1600-h/Desert.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436793841993043378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK4aqfpSqay9qdXC2pWgKRy8TgVUcxZbsDDiROA_mdSTdQCmBYhPZ5o14lLXcXjLsfwDA44KYj4XLCgwxVctITJDQZbWVwqsKGI4GpL1muIpZWVokI64cAWNx8eF2GaqF1jXhJrAYYt_3J/s400/Desert.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These are photos taken of, and by my friend's son Ryan, during his time in the Air Force.</div><div></div><div>The Popr's family has known him since he was just a little boy, and are proud of his military service. One of the jobs he had was as a mechanic on the U2 spy plane. </div><div></div><div>I didn't get to wave the flag for him when he returned, but I'm proud to wave it today!</div><div>God bless all of our servicemen and women. And thank you. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436794764359282418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVG5jpbhB0x5GKujpQeS3TFQ0EvtbDF8czXeIwhn0HkXB2dZbwqZj0WtTLcBW0F0ZyemthG72KWe5W_05X5p200EwD5LOrHKZsPYsuOLGkMi_LgfvTXXXRPgDU4JInnckCrrg9GCtRdMP/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" />I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Cate at Show My Face.</a></div><div></div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-89290080434649660052010-02-11T08:42:00.002-05:002010-02-11T09:12:21.821-05:00Beating the Winter Blahs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGnPIsMPXlNkAlbtsHBKXZNLzHxEvuIMPfN5yYeqwtHj8GTPn7nYtpvr1mQ6mkIj1G7xNYTW0cFQphepEY1FcQBmlLYXbBr4OG9SFtuzx0feWzBmLST5WCmzEAToLiTcqGsdZSSuzw4Lx/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436981335425325314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJGnPIsMPXlNkAlbtsHBKXZNLzHxEvuIMPfN5yYeqwtHj8GTPn7nYtpvr1mQ6mkIj1G7xNYTW0cFQphepEY1FcQBmlLYXbBr4OG9SFtuzx0feWzBmLST5WCmzEAToLiTcqGsdZSSuzw4Lx/s400/IMG_2318.JPG" border="0" /></a> I have a major case of cabin fever, as you may have guessed from the beach countdown. So I decided the laundry room needed an overhaul. After all, it is the first thing people see when they come into my house. Unless they use the front door, and we just don't.<br /><br />The laundry room gets lots of use. It's where all the wet shoes and boots get kicked, where the dogs eat, and the laundry gets done. And it sure showed.<br /><br />The walls were dinged and dirty, some of the hooks were broken, one of the bifold doors was off it's hinges...the list goes on.<br /><br />So I got ready to paint, then realized that even a fresh coat of paint would not fix what ailed my walls. They had been repaired many times. The texture on them was uneven. It was a mess.<br /><br />I called a plaster man, who retextured my walls with a process call "skip troweling". They look<br />amazing! Then I painted. Had a neighbor put a decorative edge on an oak board I bought for the new coat rack. I stained it, and put on new, big wrought iron-looking hooks. Tossed the old<br />grungy rug and put in a new one. Put new hinges on the bifold doors, and bought a slick new airtight container on wheels for the 40 pound bag of dogfood we keep just to the left of the washing machine. Made a new valence for the window.<br /><br />There was a moment when I entertained the idea of painting it a fun color-terra cotta or lime green. But in the end, as it always does, boring beige won out. Actually, the color is "Muslin", from Benjamin Moore, and it is really quite nice. Goes with everything. Very neutral. It is close to a color the realtors here call "relocation beige". Houses of executives of the big companies in town new on the market get neutralized with this color. All the fun colors go, in an effort to appeal to the masses, who can then turn around and paint terra cotta and lime green.<br /><br />So, I realized that my house is "neutralized." <br /><br />Does that mean I am ready to relocate, maybe to someplace warmer? I know the mid-Atlantic states have tons more snow that we do, but their cherry blossoms will still bloom on schedule, while we are still frozen. <br /><br />Darn! Now I have the winter blahs again. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-23113282822843690212010-02-06T11:14:00.005-05:002010-02-06T11:25:38.951-05:00Forty-Eight Days And I'm Here...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4HykyFm1cwRM3KHsJi5-1q2wmzwvljs2vnC0vrCyDRpFni6r-0stf_qBUvr89upWLEBeGxlWFqHIuw-gkd2P7MTk0Y5HxPsz4bOFlptWk4QtAHsMSf2U273M0dgflLuVCFH2HgP9Hpuf/s1600-h/Beach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435166759781284290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ4HykyFm1cwRM3KHsJi5-1q2wmzwvljs2vnC0vrCyDRpFni6r-0stf_qBUvr89upWLEBeGxlWFqHIuw-gkd2P7MTk0Y5HxPsz4bOFlptWk4QtAHsMSf2U273M0dgflLuVCFH2HgP9Hpuf/s400/Beach.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0h6bw46JAP2FPoDt24sFmOMBoeV6aSq0Q6U0nCkvkEZUT8S4b1gRMvB-YiXZOiF3m7xnuw6HG7B9CmP3cHHYpKSsJfSMDyxRmIl9JCg_jMa9gzu9_nCbjmKamnyZzK0MGBIF-Cm_nRGgB/s1600-h/6-Word+Saturday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435165060163487970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0h6bw46JAP2FPoDt24sFmOMBoeV6aSq0Q6U0nCkvkEZUT8S4b1gRMvB-YiXZOiF3m7xnuw6HG7B9CmP3cHHYpKSsJfSMDyxRmIl9JCg_jMa9gzu9_nCbjmKamnyZzK0MGBIF-Cm_nRGgB/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Cate at Show My Face.<br /></a><div></div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-86531676165011604582010-01-29T09:53:00.010-05:002010-01-30T07:10:17.426-05:00This Is Not Your Mama's Lasagne!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kUnQb8uSCrvnuywL91PM7roWDSszurmocOFnvOBvg56HYb0FUS8JJoVZ6Z1bSi_2t2zMVfTOCMlADojyVbHUvsgVmGppvIp7IE7iBrPBdAMTR2bZDKT1wrhVsySqq_BV978kSZu2Ef5_/s1600-h/6-Word+Saturday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432278434106708610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kUnQb8uSCrvnuywL91PM7roWDSszurmocOFnvOBvg56HYb0FUS8JJoVZ6Z1bSi_2t2zMVfTOCMlADojyVbHUvsgVmGppvIp7IE7iBrPBdAMTR2bZDKT1wrhVsySqq_BV978kSZu2Ef5_/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Cate at Show My Face.</a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEintzBv-6pDUfAHd6nHTZTboaWHrhyphenhyphen59x-a5bH25DM5g0gGHLpLCM6LrLIkTwnSRs1sNkyYhS7M1PJsE3_AKBou31nrBeMNje8JkkK3VUI6tKKZuuDzVA3QcSRXwegMuvuQ0Rz6-XbOyG0H/s1600-h/61--b--1--lasagnes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432277620338620978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEintzBv-6pDUfAHd6nHTZTboaWHrhyphenhyphen59x-a5bH25DM5g0gGHLpLCM6LrLIkTwnSRs1sNkyYhS7M1PJsE3_AKBou31nrBeMNje8JkkK3VUI6tKKZuuDzVA3QcSRXwegMuvuQ0Rz6-XbOyG0H/s400/61--b--1--lasagnes.jpg" border="0" /></a> Even though it may be healthier,<br /><br />It is still pretty darn good!<br /><br />I was craving a plate of decadent, cheesy lasagne the other day. Just a few days after the doctor told Uncle Lynn that his cholesterol was high and he needed to lose a few. So, being a good wife, I made a few changes. Decided to take one for the team, as it were. </div><br /><div align="center">The promise of lasagne drew boys who hadn't had dinner with us on a Monday night in ages! No one knew but me that substitutions were made. I was the only one not necessarily looking forward to dinner!</div><br /><div align="center">The low fat, spinach-filled, egg beater, low glycemic index carb noodle lasagne was a big hit!</div><br /><div align="center">When the boys second helpings were gone, and plates were empty, Uncle Lynn asked "Should we tell them?"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">The only response was "Cool. Tastes just like the regular stuff." </div><br /><div align="center">So now, I'm out to look for more ways to eat healthier. Guess I was the one who was the worst skeptic!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175750002060210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 249px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiiHO1fK70LMZlPMz6Z-FdapXggXihitrxZaGRpkcjVR5bi5keiUBdK-aprwt6KFPGsySPvojKa1OpzNeiNDNf0hlW0iLaOZCwbT6wwvekDIOP8KwHphgtRnOpc4HgX5tTyim4CcMnRm07/s400/egg+beaters.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432175660800637458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxcGaOntsma_R7m6s1CL5TEhzTbeeFc-M8c9yKzn2MFWCMUSo_qOvlQGr-19Bl7egdXjTEiq80sCFCZvd-R2zHJ0kJyAlhmh-pHVsBJL19dGBjUtYboexwRDFXbeZbpcRYJBhrTuTg9V6R/s400/cheese.jpg" border="0" /></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-33263236178108240132010-01-25T10:46:00.005-05:002010-01-25T10:58:55.873-05:00And Now The Dance Begins<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStLbjsLx4Kf-sJnjujTIImvHC7BldUevRt4Md0A4mI51oski2NAOtHBQAbZBaizCZkzAH257wCc7bTDqHi9H4xESTCT7kaB-W3HBmKDhb2S5YfpUbqCIh3XEKbIexg6HBhB3-baNVBj7e/s1600-h/brett-favre-vikings-trainer-come-back.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430704579969974546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhStLbjsLx4Kf-sJnjujTIImvHC7BldUevRt4Md0A4mI51oski2NAOtHBQAbZBaizCZkzAH257wCc7bTDqHi9H4xESTCT7kaB-W3HBmKDhb2S5YfpUbqCIh3XEKbIexg6HBhB3-baNVBj7e/s400/brett-favre-vikings-trainer-come-back.jpg" border="0" /></a> Well, I've about recovered from the Viking's <em>devastating </em>loss against the Saints for the divisional championship, and a trip to Miami for the Superbowl.<br /><br /><em>About recovered. </em>And it ended the way so many of Brett's Packer losses ended...with a chance to pull it off, but a last-minute "please, don't throw that pass" pass...and he throws it, and the season ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.<br /><br />And everyone will forget that there were many opportunities to win that game. That fumbles also played a major role in the loss. There is plenty of blame to go around.<br /><br />But everyone will remember the overtime, gut wrenching. could -see- that -coming pass.<br /><br />And now, the inevitable dance begins. Will he sign? Will he retire? Will he do both? Again? <br /><br />Look at the photo, and tell me...Is he taking the helmet off or putting it on?<br /><br />So Viking fans, welcome to our world!Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-12288207592560800812010-01-18T09:08:00.004-05:002010-01-18T09:18:48.579-05:00Winter Visitor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQoaKrNmE45R4ptquhgcADs6TCn7I6kPAdM5qIWwE8KU8fEfDvaS-3CFf2H4MuPftyhY6FcUBQQwOJ1DtqSUWdCbNJx2rpXNDUzl4RUl9YUTd-k0MbvXKNuQl8smDF4DLvKs6wTxC57i8/s1600-h/IMG_2311.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428082559971255554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQoaKrNmE45R4ptquhgcADs6TCn7I6kPAdM5qIWwE8KU8fEfDvaS-3CFf2H4MuPftyhY6FcUBQQwOJ1DtqSUWdCbNJx2rpXNDUzl4RUl9YUTd-k0MbvXKNuQl8smDF4DLvKs6wTxC57i8/s400/IMG_2311.JPG" border="0" /></a> This little guy, a Downy Woodpecker, has been a regular at my feeder. He is darling! I love the way he hops around. Wish he'd bring his friends. <br /><br />And where are the cardinals? They were in the yard all summer. The neighbor must have better seed!<br /><br />These winter birds are nice, but I am anxiously awaiting the return of the Oriloes and hummingbirds to the feeders. <br /><br />I've also noticed there are still robins in Wisconsin. Worms must be few and far between! The smart ones left a long time ago. We look forward to their return as a sign of spring. If they don't leave, how will they ever return? Hmmm....Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-40573335687894064892010-01-16T00:01:00.000-05:002010-01-16T00:01:02.278-05:00Favre Takes Vikes to the Superbowl!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30Kzj1bLmv5HoHqHta8mCioqaxCJk96h3vdJeNvdmbyHZyutDO03Ti2wPChyphenhyphenHhKqOg2HMBBx2foe4vX8mHxObD5rvMbKIZ2McJ2XwaR8OW88U_T0Ff-_z0e3c7gdTVen8mbRn_ewREocB/s1600-h/brett-favre-vikings.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427154655971058626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh30Kzj1bLmv5HoHqHta8mCioqaxCJk96h3vdJeNvdmbyHZyutDO03Ti2wPChyphenhyphenHhKqOg2HMBBx2foe4vX8mHxObD5rvMbKIZ2McJ2XwaR8OW88U_T0Ff-_z0e3c7gdTVen8mbRn_ewREocB/s400/brett-favre-vikings.jpg" border="0" /></a>(Well, since the Pack won't go... </div><div align="center"><div>And I love Brett, you know...</div><div>Sure I'm jumping the proverbial gun,</div><div>But watching Favre is tooo fun!)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427155320318198834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcaTaNxf7tAVsnEGOHJWbGFMPGbxU-ueUxChHwLjZI0D_2nebUnvMLdU9lTe0p92PdWvZzf3tvxIZ8odjw2hZVLkwqyugMC-4pJYeb4y9ztEqbyx2jfWP5zv8gLPBiG5x2OsB3yCWPuGk0/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br />I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Cate at Show My Face.</a>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-83742783779272383232010-01-13T16:27:00.005-05:002010-01-15T08:18:55.270-05:00January Thaw<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTTR2q3zXzX4iPfYYXT23SdL8A7sxsuZ7nkJn1QcdgsMsal6n6mQFZLl8pvL_ehMSIgc1j-fuBXWIxsob1QG_a_8EZg-s3RJeQfbnLq72qRa_7cf_nP0iwQw5lZCwOxeYifugrDstqCJ4/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426339482715312498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuTTR2q3zXzX4iPfYYXT23SdL8A7sxsuZ7nkJn1QcdgsMsal6n6mQFZLl8pvL_ehMSIgc1j-fuBXWIxsob1QG_a_8EZg-s3RJeQfbnLq72qRa_7cf_nP0iwQw5lZCwOxeYifugrDstqCJ4/s400/snowman.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For the next week or so, temps are supposed to be 15-20 degrees above normal.<br /><br />What a welcome relief, since wind chills have been reaching 15-20 degrees below 0!<br /><br />Unless you are a snowman, the sentiment here in the frozen tundra is "Bring it On!"Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-53763292851401368312010-01-13T16:01:00.009-05:002010-01-13T18:33:14.032-05:00Food for Thought<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">You're a 19 year old kid.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">You're critically wounded and dying in the jungle</div><div align="center">in the Ia Drang Valley, Vietnam.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">November 11, 1965.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Your infantry unit is outnumbered 8-1 and</div><div align="center">the enemy fire is so intense,</div><div align="center">from 100-200 yards away,</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">that your own Infantry Commander has ordered</div><div align="center">the Medi-Vac helicopters to stop coming in. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">You're lying there, listening to the enemy machine guns</div><div align="center">and you know you're not getting out.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Your family is half way around the world,</div><div align="center">12,000 miles away,</div><div align="center">and you'll never see them again.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">As the world starts to fade in and out,</div><div align="center">you know this is the day.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Then-over the machine gun noise-you faintly hear</div><div align="center">the sound of a helicopter.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">You look up and see an unarmed Huey. But...</div><div align="center">it doesn't seem real because no Medi-Vac markings are on it.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Ed Freeman is coming to get you.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">He's not Medi-Vac so it's not his job, but</div><div align="center">he's flying his Huey down into the machine gun fire anyway.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Even after the Medi-Vacs were ordered</div><div align="center">not to come.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">He's coming anyway.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">He drops it in and sits there in the machine gun fire,</div><div align="center">as they load 2 or 3 of you on board.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Then he flies you up and out, through the gunfire</div><div align="center">to the doctors and nurses.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">And he kept coming back!</div><div align="center">Thirteen or fourteen more times.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">He took about 30 of you and your buddies out</div><div align="center">who never would have gotten out.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Medal of Honor Recipient Ed Freeman</div><div align="center">died in 2008, at the age of 80,</div><div align="center">in Boise, Idaho.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">I bet you didn't hear about this hero's passing, but</div><div align="center">we've sure seen a whole bunch about</div><div align="center">Tiger Woods, Michael Jackson, Chris Brown, etc. etc. etc.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426336361646894018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF34hN9rUpv38GH4Ef1I010IxUOh6ERt7LTtd3eU3igheyaLabL0dPR2gJi0Z4b1-d2E2rsOlykWCoEbusP0JELzWujMahtYzawvSe18bEB8uq0oysRCfYWIrefc7z3ou9i_JNkkixZKGz/s400/Ed+Freeman.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>Medal of Honor Winner</strong></p><p align="center"><strong>Ed Freeman<br /></strong></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-14163875970886138322010-01-11T09:29:00.005-05:002010-01-11T09:48:09.761-05:00Arizona 51, Pack 45<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWs0WRS7lIqo0Qg6J3KTQg_gB8BFmfqXM6MzHVO5termU4Zzk9Rzz808DTOF88PHTYx5z6dBMWdNXgIx-FNcmvKySB_Gc60Ddy9DH6qFEwTjZz-RKU46Bxg5B9ojFno26sKHFrUah7UqNN/s1600-h/photo19.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425492158862264418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWs0WRS7lIqo0Qg6J3KTQg_gB8BFmfqXM6MzHVO5termU4Zzk9Rzz808DTOF88PHTYx5z6dBMWdNXgIx-FNcmvKySB_Gc60Ddy9DH6qFEwTjZz-RKU46Bxg5B9ojFno26sKHFrUah7UqNN/s400/photo19.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>In the highest scoring playoff game in NFL history, the Arizona Cardinals brought Green Bay's playoff hopes to an end. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We have been anticipating a Viking/Pack rematch. One where you-know-who returns to the Frozen Tundra.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Like they say, it's hard to beat a team three times. And the Packers have beaten the Cardinals twice this season. So the old saying holds. BUT...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The Vikings have beaten the Packers twice also. I wanted to see how true the adage is, with a rematch and Packer Victory over you-know-who! And now we won't get that chance.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Only one thing left to say...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><strong>Go Brett, Go!</strong></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-1651841508994629622010-01-09T07:45:00.000-05:002010-01-09T08:46:35.080-05:00Just Seventy-Six Days and Counting...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoDuMqPZMvPbYPuqp8nJl9wyl7IHxwQ551kg-P51PbYVI0cVW9MU1jap1FNZ0qRrJco7QGMBSHL560qnWS7r_wJaSn5XlLHqFJjXNlHUdaXhZzmQ8b7kwzXGXtXNj1MvjRRxqUJ_iW5hK/s1600-h/IMG_0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424105602003748722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmoDuMqPZMvPbYPuqp8nJl9wyl7IHxwQ551kg-P51PbYVI0cVW9MU1jap1FNZ0qRrJco7QGMBSHL560qnWS7r_wJaSn5XlLHqFJjXNlHUdaXhZzmQ8b7kwzXGXtXNj1MvjRRxqUJ_iW5hK/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424105992637566642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywbkEszSva9U2EsH5PADuhHFrHuc5NjffK6HfJWdYfcrxbNV5oXE3l6MeBFEbZPiu1LgwWwDDO3HyBt3UFOitP-s-V73gF5NtBnAUsSO88sCc-HAJJA2aapOTaTvaYXkuHOgzOBn1VLkh/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" />I am participating is Six Word Saturday, hosted by <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Cate at Show My Face.<br /></a><br /><br /></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-67261609809825086532010-01-07T23:51:00.000-05:002010-01-07T23:51:00.300-05:00Calico Buck? What Incredible Luck!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXJgR3zdZSJ7efUyWVG40Rp2ZDkYAyOnA-jkk1C1M2MKJy2WMt90cKA-LAei6DdEHV6yjzlFBOR32qMS73K3NmtG-FlcXjTFKpoT6Knw1ulrqrhZFhzA4m9m7-dZh-H3eAFvAS5SlKpfL/s1600-h/calico+buck.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424096269459850498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIXJgR3zdZSJ7efUyWVG40Rp2ZDkYAyOnA-jkk1C1M2MKJy2WMt90cKA-LAei6DdEHV6yjzlFBOR32qMS73K3NmtG-FlcXjTFKpoT6Knw1ulrqrhZFhzA4m9m7-dZh-H3eAFvAS5SlKpfL/s400/calico+buck.bmp" border="0" /></a> I got an e-mail the other day from a friend in Florida who asked if I had ever seen a deer like this one, allegedly shot in Wisconsin. It was so beautiful that I pursued the story and found the same photo on a website called <a href="http://www.snopes.com/">http://www.snopes.com/</a>.<br /><br />It's a cool site that is all about verifying or busting rumors. The page to see the deer story is<br /><br /><a href="http://www.snopes.com/photos/hunting/calicobuck.asp">http://www.snopes.com/photos/hunting/calicobuck.asp</a><br /><br /><br />To make a long story short, the "piebald" deer was shot in Texas. And the hunter was not paid $13,000 by the sporting goods store, Cabelas, to sell it to them to display.<br /><br /><br />But it makes a good story. And the deer is still striking!<br /><br /><br />Check out this website sometime. But do it when you have lots of free time! There is some very entertaining stuff there...Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-46482600335492811732010-01-04T09:12:00.009-05:002010-01-04T09:22:30.804-05:00Dogs in Snow**Remembering Trouble ElizabethI thought these photos were worth sharing. It was a balmy 30 degress, with a fresh snowfall. Nothing like the -20 out there today. We all had a great time that day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1_skWF33GrW55PjbCdvnp3VRRucZTVDXswDcM_SacBV688BsilueMzF38yWuGW5Vb5pd2bvdFH0RVFcqG7bplfdDKV9mZkFeGdn7_JbPME-yeJsM21QJ2HAPOVrd855JU1IrVigYS7E2/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422888909445450834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1_skWF33GrW55PjbCdvnp3VRRucZTVDXswDcM_SacBV688BsilueMzF38yWuGW5Vb5pd2bvdFH0RVFcqG7bplfdDKV9mZkFeGdn7_JbPME-yeJsM21QJ2HAPOVrd855JU1IrVigYS7E2/s400/IMG_0082.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_tokMG-pl_Id2hVE7PYDBjqACq9aUwD3huSU78l60mAy07JlK9BeFZWuU_GKL8zyz2mG1MkoNlus-hYcoTijziPTugSEoAYehVWQscKol-qYIcjc0O2DGwD2UZ2BHny3qm8VMFT8nNGo/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422888669438732642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC_tokMG-pl_Id2hVE7PYDBjqACq9aUwD3huSU78l60mAy07JlK9BeFZWuU_GKL8zyz2mG1MkoNlus-hYcoTijziPTugSEoAYehVWQscKol-qYIcjc0O2DGwD2UZ2BHny3qm8VMFT8nNGo/s400/IMG_0077.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIEJRijWj7ou6TcDiWSFQCE_NxqYGfLYlfOC-qz_BHSwC1w0I4Hafw_g4Le5Q-0dYfWl6loYpRbJ7l-7Ndgwz67-svIgKy2AbHVFu3OeZHFK6sy6btOXtB6eNKE_e4a2OIibPk7ecMJXf/s1600-h/IMG_0053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422888387312309522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwIEJRijWj7ou6TcDiWSFQCE_NxqYGfLYlfOC-qz_BHSwC1w0I4Hafw_g4Le5Q-0dYfWl6loYpRbJ7l-7Ndgwz67-svIgKy2AbHVFu3OeZHFK6sy6btOXtB6eNKE_e4a2OIibPk7ecMJXf/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UiOR0hjWfDHPBP0fkC1f8lV5FjWbFToSpZ8qRR0CPJuGdz_eRxzaFjiz-2e5MWVpSScZEhX1-hmvprF9p9gUjtjGA-U085SJaHUNH3TJe04v-w5vxh6lmLyfgj0WUt4wAy01mC4kDAxy/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422888111226384226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UiOR0hjWfDHPBP0fkC1f8lV5FjWbFToSpZ8qRR0CPJuGdz_eRxzaFjiz-2e5MWVpSScZEhX1-hmvprF9p9gUjtjGA-U085SJaHUNH3TJe04v-w5vxh6lmLyfgj0WUt4wAy01mC4kDAxy/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422889224024515762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuhr9px21M9qFj9XAwiEr7pHS1s3bjh_DlSCNPUE37jkle8mKUElSfyGDgk4BzFs3AsfDgT5704wfZG23_NWd446V5vk9I2uXk_jeYRrG1jBxpzvSP-KPhBZw9bW3LyWpfaKr_1-nejGo/s400/IMG_0071.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-48762932917063819682010-01-02T08:36:00.008-05:002010-01-02T08:56:38.739-05:00Resolutions Already Broken, New Ones Considered<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamm0cpQl3SPhR7fhT5WRWYrfAPWzcNRcrFnZGGa8xDdH2HP3D87yU8Aq9CrBsWEwzYTMTYjc5vadh-t6UUEw8eMtct2Lwu7oxWwSfaFQdHkVyutwtp0nKsAihc_T2DSVdg3dnNTotEKzg/s1600-h/6-Word+Saturday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422137804426386274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamm0cpQl3SPhR7fhT5WRWYrfAPWzcNRcrFnZGGa8xDdH2HP3D87yU8Aq9CrBsWEwzYTMTYjc5vadh-t6UUEw8eMtct2Lwu7oxWwSfaFQdHkVyutwtp0nKsAihc_T2DSVdg3dnNTotEKzg/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Cate at Show My Face.</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoUR26mqoVqSGJg_QmhyphenhyphenWs9c-jb3U4Ip3XfKBNXK80GzpVHtSOwPlqP8o39MfAi2Cr7aiGUY6J1xryd-mVY9s1DZlj54SP279pcFuTKlbmJu62up3RBAhVOCHgc77ql1wfg8_OxfpMcxQ/s1600-h/eliptical.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422137726817042594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUoUR26mqoVqSGJg_QmhyphenhyphenWs9c-jb3U4Ip3XfKBNXK80GzpVHtSOwPlqP8o39MfAi2Cr7aiGUY6J1xryd-mVY9s1DZlj54SP279pcFuTKlbmJu62up3RBAhVOCHgc77ql1wfg8_OxfpMcxQ/s400/eliptical.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguit5sa1hUuYpheG73SfrTw3sRQMXOnnJpp5lzuacGeTYJVPAy1STvHVSL3U3COGNJhDE_y3r_rhXTSL51EUw7CHrGS9vjIvBUBorNQtRr10gy6UEiTlXZDE_FPfCzqxqqEp5PWmzuBgqk/s1600-h/fast-food-restaurants.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422137632893021218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguit5sa1hUuYpheG73SfrTw3sRQMXOnnJpp5lzuacGeTYJVPAy1STvHVSL3U3COGNJhDE_y3r_rhXTSL51EUw7CHrGS9vjIvBUBorNQtRr10gy6UEiTlXZDE_FPfCzqxqqEp5PWmzuBgqk/s400/fast-food-restaurants.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujVoRS10ULgldwhZ6qSwIrwLq3S9QTVRToFX98QSr_R66fUzP-AaMlNl4fO6_pIumhV-yRfs4H8mZt9YrPq646ZgHQK9B6-Z2-ooVz_W5ghs2Rl0PUc1lufOR2dq_fvTy2YrqcMIaBobP/s1600-h/100_dollar_bill.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422137536131330098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujVoRS10ULgldwhZ6qSwIrwLq3S9QTVRToFX98QSr_R66fUzP-AaMlNl4fO6_pIumhV-yRfs4H8mZt9YrPq646ZgHQK9B6-Z2-ooVz_W5ghs2Rl0PUc1lufOR2dq_fvTy2YrqcMIaBobP/s400/100_dollar_bill.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-88154939289650973642009-12-31T23:14:00.003-05:002009-12-31T23:31:17.606-05:00Here's to a Safe New Year<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6I2Rr1svCed8S1m1Ktk1JZjzfBFhJVwK44MaHE1QVNlFz2AfV55IiUrSRNTzcuaSkgzZrgu5aHhCCnFfPd3-et2nwUcOmadZ-vvn4ee7bqS0Cr3TBD4DYmx7jXh8JiKWN8Ww_6kdkTcd/s1600-h/january.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421620079264367042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6I2Rr1svCed8S1m1Ktk1JZjzfBFhJVwK44MaHE1QVNlFz2AfV55IiUrSRNTzcuaSkgzZrgu5aHhCCnFfPd3-et2nwUcOmadZ-vvn4ee7bqS0Cr3TBD4DYmx7jXh8JiKWN8Ww_6kdkTcd/s400/january.gif" border="0" /></a> As a Mom, I really don't like New Year's Eve. My three oldest are now 27, 24 and 21. We don't have to worry about the underage drinking thing any more, but there are still plenty of hazards.<br /><br />So tonight, I called each of my boys, told them I loved them and asked them who they were going to kiss at midnight. <br /><br />Bob was first. He is going to go out with his former fiance, and staying at her parent's house.<br />You heard me right. Yeah, I know. Hmmm. We'll have to watch that one...<br /><br />David is half sick and is going to a buddy's house to watch football and eat a good dinner. The friend is married and has a little one, so he's pretty safe there.<br /><br />Number Three is going to dinner with his girlfriend, and they are coming back here. They don't want to do the downtown bar thing that most of the 20 somethings feel they have to do. I feel pretty good about that! Progress is being made.<br /><br />Soccer Boy will stay up late and play video games. So all in all, looks like old mama bear will get some sleep tonight. <br /><br />I just hate to have them out on New Year's Eve. No only do we have to worry about their<br />judgement, but that of every other person is a 50 mile raduis as well!<br /><br />Hope your friends and family all have a great New Year's Eve, and many more. <br /><br />Oops! I just heard Number Three come in, and it's only 10:25. Looks like I can go to bed early!<br />(late for me, any other day of the year). Good thing I saw the New Year's celebration in Australia this morning!Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-46062675303981098442009-12-25T21:38:00.007-05:002009-12-26T07:28:50.687-05:00Just Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419370844730015938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiCn7bfZMIDfdMjVUmrslaq5q_dPwvvDDimeSKR5AxCEzK9e0Bp_tc_Ot1xZkf9RqNeCdvaC4ygs-FhSeJQxEoFHVZwm0sae_e_lHapTUtw3Gu9pc4UsCGW2LggJ0L6-w8KLdfrv_9uXe/s400/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419370570492868722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheeCWu4H_Hm9JZuLMo9pTmxEgyrIywkkhyphenhyphenQ62B9xuX33FBWoQl-pONbAWW4l0X0aOI2IxPMQUA3YK62cddyKsrhW9QD9K0H0zEyum8iL0zbMPyp8mIdmy4lRsuYEhaeorn42RZuyyEJYh-/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" />I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Cate at Show My Face.</a>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-22707949920750879752009-12-18T21:10:00.000-05:002009-12-19T22:04:27.886-05:00If You Give a Mouse a Cookie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49hGdaKJEVhZDvmqcEefxPmlSr0P-_SoOQrJnTgaG16krFnvlNt5ALlOqG81eNKUDy1Sik1vawu-_NJwhX7uJK3tJxOFYeFRRFCmRE4a5WTRNt1euRUB5y8EfuoifBoeu7d5byPRUWiGa/s1600-h/Mouse+a+Cookie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400803805679331698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh49hGdaKJEVhZDvmqcEefxPmlSr0P-_SoOQrJnTgaG16krFnvlNt5ALlOqG81eNKUDy1Sik1vawu-_NJwhX7uJK3tJxOFYeFRRFCmRE4a5WTRNt1euRUB5y8EfuoifBoeu7d5byPRUWiGa/s400/Mouse+a+Cookie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We used to love to read this charming story to our boys. But these days, I have my own version.<br /><br />It is called <strong>If You Buy a New TV.</strong> Here is how it goes...<br /><br />If you buy a new tv to replace the old floor model, you will probably need to buy a stand for it also.<br />If you buy a new stand, you will probably find that it doesn't fit in the corner where it needs to be. So you will have to take out the built-in cabinet under the window.<br /><br />If you take out the built-in cabinet under the window, you will find that you need to change the heat register, since it used to blow out through the cabinet.<br /><br /><br />If you change the heat register to the floor, you will notice that the brick from the side of the fireplace was removed to make room for the cabinet you took out. The brick will have to be replaced, because now you can see the side of the hearth.<br /><br />You will want to hook up the surround sound that has been in the family room for 12 years and not used. Because after all, it's a new tv and the speakers have been just sitting there.<br /><br />So when the sound guy hooks up the surround sound, he will tell you that the surround sound never worked before because you need a new receiver.<br /><br />When you buy a new receiver and get the sound guy back, he will hook everything up. Three hours later, he will tell you that because of the way it was wired originally, some components sit under the tv and some are behind the couch in the armoire. In order to adjust the volume, you have to click over your shoulder, and have the doors to the cabinet open. So you will probably need to buy a new radio controlled remote, or never close the doors when the tv is being used.<br /><br />When you buy the new remote, it comes with a guy to program it. It takes him three hours to program the remote, and it is very complicated. When he leaves, everything is fine. The next day, for some reason beyond our understanding, the tv has no sound. We have a Packer party planned, and there is no sound! After many frantic calls to the store, a salesman reached the remote control programmer, who does not work on weekends, and convinces him to make a house call on Saturday.<br /><br /><br />When the programmer comes on his day off and fixes the sound, you are grateful. You give him a big tip and have the party.<br /><br /><br />At the party, a guest says "Gee, that tv stand is kinda junky. The doors are hard to open and it sticks out into the room. I see you had to remove the cabinet to get it to fit in the corner. Now you need to fix the bricks and the vent. Why didn't you just have me make you a stand for the new tv?"<br /><br /><br />So you check to see if the old one can be returned, then say "OK" and hire him to build a new cabinet for the tv...<br /><br /><br />Do you see where this is going? Everything touches something else, and nothing is easy!<br /><br />If this were only the end, that would be one thing. But no! There's more. Because nothing is easy, remember?Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-49902238259401345722009-12-13T21:08:00.007-05:002009-12-13T21:37:17.129-05:00Here pfishy, pfishy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYy_krK5NOKWBBaD-PwWSkPkQhSNQMGnIeVDiPcqUCSQ9bDkH7x6suXAOxj7YZzMln7gFjqrlKM9MUDhwM2zxZTGWZVHvUYGm93fjcXHhw0OcjgvDfCrpVh89iihQPZhgABHsxD_SnXtJ0/s1600-h/facebook-phishing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414914504738844514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYy_krK5NOKWBBaD-PwWSkPkQhSNQMGnIeVDiPcqUCSQ9bDkH7x6suXAOxj7YZzMln7gFjqrlKM9MUDhwM2zxZTGWZVHvUYGm93fjcXHhw0OcjgvDfCrpVh89iihQPZhgABHsxD_SnXtJ0/s400/facebook-phishing.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sorry I've been away for so long! I have had many misadventures in the last week or so, but I <div>came <strong>THIS CLOSE</strong> to being a victim of pfishing. That is a scam where you are contacted, by e-mail or phone usually, by creeps meaning to do you harm. <em>And they almost got me!</em></div><br /><div><strong><em></em></strong>I was caught up in the busy pre-Christmas hustle and bustle when the phone rang. Think I was baking cookies and had laundry in and had the vacuum out, that kind of chaos. The caller said he was from BankCard Services and wanted to lower my interest rate. Great. I was distracted, but yeah, go ahead, lower my rate. So I talked and talked, hunted down my cards, and talked some more. I talked to at least two people, maybe three. They were soooo nice.</div><br /><div>To make a long story short, <strong>I</strong> gave <strong>them</strong> my full card number, expiration date and 3 digit security number. For two cards. Oh, and to be a complete moron, I also gave them balances and credit limits. Brilliant! I finally sat at the desk, and Googled Bank Card Services. Interest rate reduction scam came up! So I read it, and guess what! That's what this was, almost word for word.</div><br /><div>We were just at the part where he said that for "$895 they would guarantee me that I would never pay a double digit interest rate on any of my cards again, and could I just record our conversation?". When I said "Let me think about it" he made some comment like "Good luck </div><div>paying off your balance at that rate, expletive deleted", and hung up on me!</div><br /><div>So I called my bank Saturday morning and confessed what I had done, and they closed the account and sent a new card. They were able to determine that up until that time, no new charges had been made. Wow. That sound you hear is me, breathing a sigh of relief!</div><br /><div>Another common pfishing scam is the e-mail, telling you that you have won a foreign lottery.</div><div>They go on and on. Pay attention, and just say, "Hey, I'm on the Do Not Call List. How'd you get this number?" And if you aren't on the list, get on it. Problem solved.</div><br /><p><em></em></p><em><div> </div></em><br /><br /><div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-38837735688145088512009-12-01T23:33:00.002-05:002009-12-01T22:49:16.452-05:00HAPPY 20th ANNIVERSARY<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410477184075507282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii6QgVmwSfRcHzuPC-_3Q3daR3UDB8YjRs_cagw5Bn1ueeDbJ4bkPLRQ5yrI8J5N0_vVCxtT5abgPo8vvedrvlRFtdmPS1uO_7EJR5S6smamydWbJlWGoluE__8pqyusVyy8NXan16-Po5/s400/displaymedia.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410477879431148402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHuWPuqIFpcnj5opR_FbOyAHP2AD4oCRLf3KcXhQHYG9Y8ODtDXMXucfeV9YWyqKZafSgFP4J4GsNrHlaOcEOLgBKd17BlQGHvBIPsY_42BL7syiyQWgjqztRxLGXoPBAAx2O56ae6bZX1/s400/nationallampoon_xmas.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410477735015272450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilE9eDp4OB13OWSMPY7CzApz-rsKrc9bnqCr9NOuIJO5WqM1a2XhzguYoAKauisvjG4W7HOWQ74Kqq5O3_rgRc1NFMgSQKCPyB2yR3THCO_mawOX6CVaKzSK5Te_dvd6Djt0qAfaJ0F6EM/s400/eddie.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYwyJhMDcFYRPVfdqZ2CVZJNXJ9gh-Hak4JsRPY2_QSBYklfjdGg0ipg1MCP2vLm8VjgLijUdLMtSX7XriS7vSFUGEJD7TQfQA2kMCipJaLh2XmvRS_u9poiE8y4GAb9a-PbcleTcHMUmI/s1600-h/nl_christmas3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410478012863723554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYwyJhMDcFYRPVfdqZ2CVZJNXJ9gh-Hak4JsRPY2_QSBYklfjdGg0ipg1MCP2vLm8VjgLijUdLMtSX7XriS7vSFUGEJD7TQfQA2kMCipJaLh2XmvRS_u9poiE8y4GAb9a-PbcleTcHMUmI/s400/nl_christmas3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410478109510453554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXbUfKPn8ze6cveX94_s_ZM-cJA3RgbqaTzRTjVIFUOCFR3Z9eza3BqobsG2qgdRfEWMlFXYwh-wJBMvXrFenT8zm4ysaxaZiU7sD1MO56ouCFfWzA1QnAk0a8SVplj9OVgqWO4hbvvrYm/s400/PHOTO_4000881_2827_3478120_ap_320X240.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410478269869801890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKS-m7SXFEGSL2CuBJWkWrYhDcuhJhQzvP8nX2pK29E4RhJA_euWlF75k0H132Iwpi1M-gUDihIIM_cLb_4y_e6_jV76L21Eeom9iRFBHL-1P9ovx9_Ognq0IIhcSDqf7eEBNZBe1H8J9/s400/NATIONAL_LAMPOONS_CHRISTMAS_VA-7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong>To the best Christmas movie ever!</strong></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left">All week, AMC is having back-to-back showings of National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, to celebrate the movie's 20th anniversary. You should watch it <strong>at least</strong> once or twice!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">What is <em>your</em> favorite Christmas movie? </div></div></div></div></div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-15677231215948107722009-11-30T07:47:00.008-05:002009-11-30T10:20:44.018-05:00Do I Make You Proud?<p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGODurRfVv4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BGODurRfVv4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></p><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">This sweet video comes from my friend Kristi, who raises Leader Dog puppies for the blind.<br /><br />Grab a Kleenex and enjoy!<br /></span>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8546346781211197873.post-74121453193990704152009-11-27T23:57:00.000-05:002009-11-27T23:57:01.027-05:00Woodson More Than A Football Player<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIGEDryLXX_nTsG83RGKxljsSDxlCP7BvEgvVeCZHuyheK9yAL66evLe1Tz2DvdS9P8CCLalxptv9Toua4_0ABxmcLMAr7dlWyyjKmVAxsPnCoURfjOJCLTgOwlDtzrTdd10QpRmRNgzo/s1600/6-Word+Saturday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408974034797945506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzIGEDryLXX_nTsG83RGKxljsSDxlCP7BvEgvVeCZHuyheK9yAL66evLe1Tz2DvdS9P8CCLalxptv9Toua4_0ABxmcLMAr7dlWyyjKmVAxsPnCoURfjOJCLTgOwlDtzrTdd10QpRmRNgzo/s400/6-Word+Saturday.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am participating in Six Word Saturday, hosted by <a href="http://www.showmyface.com/">Cate at Show My Face.</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCuxPETshLKjHWEEE3iBqP-wkfZfWwWu4PvevrEZdgokUXyeO8DMtJ6ikaqZDCi-FNlxkVgcC4dUWosSHFchHBWkm-SqCMYNwqMp0K7-wxKQ9zYMUFRq6TAiQ3N-DL0H3o6Q7WcFbIDAc/s1600/charles_woodson.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408970702327302114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCuxPETshLKjHWEEE3iBqP-wkfZfWwWu4PvevrEZdgokUXyeO8DMtJ6ikaqZDCi-FNlxkVgcC4dUWosSHFchHBWkm-SqCMYNwqMp0K7-wxKQ9zYMUFRq6TAiQ3N-DL0H3o6Q7WcFbIDAc/s400/charles_woodson.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>If you read this blog, even a little bit, you know I'm a Packer Backer. And a Brett Favre fan.</div><div>Even when Brett is wearing purple. And I love to love Donald Driver too. But my eyes have been opened to another player, who is really amazing.</div><br /><div></div><div>Charles Woodson is a little guy. But he is big in many ways. He won the Heisman Trophy in 1997, while a Junior at the University of Michigan. He took the award over such future football greats as Peyton Manning and Randy Moss. He became the first defensive player to win college football's most prestigious individual honor. But that is only the beginning.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408968205607225522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 369px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbcrvPAKAa_1sG-K-AavFccPyumplUjVfIttrspzSUEBVsRimvqDl3HnRda6w3DURSQCP4RVXlvOhMPwvtYLr5ATLKIGzMDdZva1MkK4tK6YElsignFpo3hv3xjsVuwpihnRasxy4lJc-3/s400/woodson.jpg" border="0" /></div><div></div><br /><div>Before the start of the Thanksgiving Day game between the Pack and the Detroit Lions, in Detroit, it was announced that Charles Woodson had given $2,000,000 to the new University of Michigan's Mott Children's Hospital. </div><br /><div>He said his mom always gave her best to people, even when she had little to give. She is his role model. After he had his first child, he has wanted to make a difference in a deeper way than just playing football. "My reason for working so hard has always been to be a part of something great," Woodson said. </div><br /><div>Charles Woodson is a very bright spot in a world of selfish, self-destructive professional athletes and musicians and actors in such abundance these days. Think I'll go out a buy a jersey!<br /><br />If your kids want a sports hero to look up to, why look any farther than Charles Woodson?</div><div> </div><div>(Did I mention that he is gorgeous, too?) Think I'm ready to let Brett go...</div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Aunt Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07925702578948250425noreply@blogger.com10