10 for 10

This is by far my favorite super market promotional “event”.  I don’t know if supermarkets everywhere do this, but Albertson’s and King Sooper’s here in Colorado do.  And I love it.  Throughout the store different items are marked “10 for 10″.  It means you can get 10 of that item for 10 dollars.  But, say I don’t really need 10 boxes of rolled oats or 10 Haas avocados.  Wellllll, the cool thing is, you don’t have to get 10 of the same item.  You don’t even have to get 10 items total.  You can get any number of any of these items for a dollar apiece.  I watch for these 10 for 10′s and stock up.  Last night I stopped in for cat food and kitty litter as I had great coupons for both and knew that they were both already marked down until the end of November.  While there, I saw that there were lots of 10 for 10′s marked.  So I went up and down each of the aisles to see what I could use.  Colgate toothpaste, all varieties, 10 for 10!  I picked up four tubes.  That’ll last me a year.  Cans of evaporated milk.  10 for 10.  I picked up a few cans for holiday baking.  Oats.  10 for 10.  Five pounds of flour.  10 for 10.  Cans of pumpkin.  10 for 10.  (And I had a coupon for this same item, buy one, get one free!)  More holiday baking supplies.  I’ve already stocked up on pasta, brown sugar, spaghetti sauce, and many other items I’ll be needing for the holidays.  And I’ll keep watching! 

A truly amazing deal.  And all you have to do to get it is join the preferred customer program!

Cranberries and Raspberries

It’s Round Robin Photo Challenge time again!  Sorry for the delay in posting a completed entry!  If you visited earlier and came back, thanks!

(Cranberries and Raspberries, originally uploaded by Blah Blah Blog)  

Thanksgiving.  A day set aside for the sole purpose of giving Thanks.  Traditionally that thanks has been directed “upwards” to God.  As with other celebratory days that have become diluted and somewhat meaningless due to our western need to scrub any traces of religion from our holidays, Thanksgiving has for many lost its roots.  It has become a day of football, and feasting, and Twilight Zone marathons.  Now then, sports, and food, and televsion aren’t bad things.  No.  At worst (without human involvement) they are neutral things (except for food which is a necessity). 

I didn’t get to post on Thanksgiving.  I was 1) out of town, and 2) my internet service has been out (see yesterday’s post).  Today is Round Robin Photo Challenge day and it’s all about “what I’m thankful for”. 

I thought this post would be easy.  I can come up with a list of a hundred things without even trying for which I am thankful, but how do I capture that in a single photo, or even in two, or three?  I couldn’t.  So I am simply putting in a picture of a pretty side dish that my cousin Jean served at Thanksgiving dinner at her house in Basalt.  Cranberries and raspberries.  Not only pretty, but pretty yummy, as was the meal in its entirety.

I am thankful for my family, my friends, my cat, my house, my job, my prosperity, my computer, my cameras, my good health, and my car.  I am thankful for what an amazing life I have been privileged to live.  For an average small town girl (El Segundo, population 12,000 something at the time) I have had much adventure.  I have traveled to the ends of the earth and seen things many only get to read about.  I have met fascinating people all over the world.  I have people that I have counted as friends on six continents.  I am thankful for the lessons, the fun ones and the painful ones, that I have learned along the way.  I am thankful for love, and for grief.  I am thankful that I can feel both emotions and touch.

And because of all of these things, and because of who He says He is, I am most thankful for God’s love in the sending of His Son to save me from myself and to take me into His family as one of His own.  For without the meaning that this has brought to my life, my life would be empty, without meaning, and without reason.

“In everything give thanks, for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus.”

 1 Thessalonians 5:18

 

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Didja Miss Me?

Even though you probably didn’t, I sure missed “you”!  My internet service went out a week ago.  My cable company was finally able to send someone out yesterday to fix the problem.  Friday after work I ran by the Adelphia cable headquarters to pick up a new modem, which the tech who originally helped me (over the phone) thought might solve the problem.  It didn’t.  So I stayed “disconnected” until the knock on the door yesterday morning! 

Oddly, on the same day that my internet went out, I received notice that I also had a signal leak that needed to be addressed or the FCC might make Adelphia turn off my service.  The two problems were apparently unrelated.  When these kinds of strange things happen to me I’m never surprised.  Weirdness follows me when it comes to electronics, commputers, that sort of thing.

The “fixit guys” that were out were great, as was the telephone technician who originally helped me to diagnose my problem.  But I’m a bit confused by the handling of the signal leak problem.  As I was instructed by the door tag which was left for me, I called to arrange to have the problem fixed.  I still haven’t received a call back.  The door tag made it sound almost like an emergency.

The fixit guys took care of both of my problems while they were here.  I do wonder if Adelphia will ever get back to me about my signal leak.  I’m still wondering exactly what that is.  Never saw any puddles of signal on my floor! 

That being said, I’m back on line.  I’ve had no problems for over 24 hours now, and am excited by that. 

It’s nice to “see” you all again!

Fences

I have lots to say, but all of my many posts are still in draft form. I simply haven’t gotten anything done and blog-ready for days. So I’m just going to share a picture with you today. This was taken on a road trip this past January. I’m never sure if a fence is there to keep “them” in or me out.

(FencepostBarbedWire, originally uploaded by Blah Blah Blog)

But I AM sure that I’m ready for a road trip. Tomorrow morning I head out to Basalt (near Aspen) with my cousin Julie and her kids to spend Thanksgiving with another cousin of ours, Jean. I haven’t seen Jean in ages and am very much looking forward to this very non-traditional (for me) Thanksgiving.

“Who did this to me??”

Ask anyone in my family to get you a “who did this to me” and they’ll bring you one of these: 

My mother is always busy with her hands.  She can often be found sitting on this or that couch quilting or mending.  Some of the straight pins she uses get away from her. 

When my nephew Richard was three or four years old, he was visiting grandma and all of the sudden he pulled his foot up while walking and started to wail “Who diiiiiid this to meeee?”  He was distressed, but soooo cute!  He was pointing to a straight pin sticking out of his foot.  The pin was pulled out, and in the lexicon of our family, a straight pin became, and will probably always be, a “who did this to me?”. 

This is one of those stories that I’m sure his girlfriends will be hearing at the dinner table someday.  (Someday soon, I imagine!)  Good thing this one isn’t one of the embarrassing ones! 

crazyscreensaver

I am removing my blogroll link to Sharp Reader and replacing it with a link to Feed Reader.  I was having problems with Sharp Reader doing something funky to my screen.  It was making it look like this:

(crazyscreensaver, originally uploaded by Blah Blah Blog)

Sometimes instead of looking like that, bar code looking things would run up and down throughout whatever I was working on, or watching.  Not easy to watch a movie with all that nonsense going on!I decided to see if there were any better moustraps out there.  And I found a free reader available here:

http://www.feedreader.com/download

It leaves a very small footprint on your computer, and manages things much cleaner and nicer than Sharp Reader does.  It has an alert, just like Sharp Reader, that pops up and lets you know when updates have been detected and where.  And it is even easier to load your favorite blogs and websites into than Sharp Reader, which was pretty darn easy to start with.  I’m sure most of my readers probably already have this on their computer, but if I’m just now finding it, I’m sure there are some others out there who haven’t! 

It handles rss and atom feeds.  I think I said that right.  Anyhow, I love it!  And no more bar coding when an alert comes in!  Woo Hoo!

And finally, all the missing stats from yesterday’s counter have not shown up.  Sad day.

So, what’s up with my stat counter???

If you know me and you know how electronics and computers are around me, this won’t surprise you.  It’ll make you chuckle and say, something like “Yup”.

My stat counter has never given me trouble.  For the past week I have been looking forward to today since my visitor count was pretty likely going to hit 30,000.  I was well on my way this morning when I posted “Blah Blah Blog Is Turning Thirty! (Thousand!!).  See previous post!  And then the counter stopped. 

How embarrassing!  Was no one visiting my blog!  After a few hours, I knew something was up.  I kept getting comments, but my counter didn’t change.  So I checked out WordPress forums and found that I wasn’t the only one experiencing the problem:

http://wordpress.com/forums/topic.php?id=5359&replies=11#post-34622

It’s so like this to happen to me on this particular day!

HA!

Blah Blah Blog Is Turning Thirty! (Thousand!!)

Wow.  Sometime today my visitor counter will turn over to 30,000.  That’s so amazing!  Thank you all for helping to make my blog be so much fun and such a fulfilling endeavor for me.

Here’s a picture that’s completely unrelated, but it’s time to introduce the world to a “habit” (of sorts, perhaps it’s better described as a compulsion) of mine.  Just about everywhere I go, I take a “Foot Picture”.  The point of a foot picture?  Welllllll, it all started a couple of decades ago.  I was at Disneyland with about 30 of my best friends (ha!) and we wanted to take a picture of all of us together.  We couldn’t find someone (must have been a slow day) who’d take our picture, so, since I wanted to be in the picture, too, I had everyone stick their foot into a circle and I took the picture of all us, from the knees down, myself included.  Ever since then, I take one of these pretty much wherever I go.  I try to find an interesting background for the picture, perhaps even one that gives an idea as to where the picture was taken.  Like I took one of me and friends on a sewer cover in Cuba that said “Havana” on it.  How cool is that?  This little picture was taken at Helen Hunt Falls in Colorado Springs this past August when my family visted after I returned from Africa:

(Feets at Helen Hunt Falls, originally uploaded by Blah Blah Blog)

From left to right that is Richard, me, Avalon, Jonathan, Mitchell, and Whitney

 

“In The Kitchen” – Garlic Sprouts

It’s Round Robin Photo Challenge time again!  This time around it’s all about what goes on in “your” kitchen.  Which, in my case, really is a whole lot of nothing most of the time.  So little so, in fact, I actually have been wondering since I heard of our assignment what it was I could possibly do!  (After all, I already used up cookies I baked in the LAST challenge – smile!)  Well, a couple of days ago I was looking in my spice cupboard to see what spices I needed to think about getting for the upcoming holiday baking season, and I found this!

(Garlic Sprouts, originally uploaded by Blah Blah Blog)

I have had potatoes sprout on me, and I have had an onion sprout on me, and I have grown all manner of science experiments in my fridge, but I had no idea that garlic would grow if left alone long enough!  Who knew???  So, in a somewhat graphic way, you can see just what doesn’t (and what does!) go on in MY kitchen!  Do you think garlic sprouts taste good?  I’m tempted, I tellya, I tempted!

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The Creek Ran Red

It appears as though I am posting twice in one day.  Technically I am.  Be here’s why.  I am tired and heading to bed.  I doubt I’d be up early enough, or have my wits about me enough if I were up early enough, to post my November 14th entry.  So, I’m posting it the night before.  Or else due to my schedule it wouldn’t get posted until tomorrow night.  Is that too much information???  Oh well!

(The Creek Ran Red, originally uploaded by Blah Blah Blog)

A couple of weeks ago I went out for my first solo adventure in geocaching. I was so frustrated trying to find my second cache, and I was sooooooo cold, I decided to take a walk. The cache was (is) located in a nice little park. On my walk, I came across a pretty little creek. At first I was a little taken aback…the water was red, like blood really. And I know what blood in water looks like, I’ve been an emergency nurse. On closer inspection, I found that there was some sort of red vegetation which lined the creek, giving it this erie appearance.

Is There a Child?

A couple of days ago my blog host, WordPress, listed an interesting sounding blog posting that was getting a lot of attention.  It was about the Hubble telescope and how it proved that God didn’t exist (killed God, actually).  I went to check it out, and found that hundreds of people had been leaving comments, many of them scathing.  I wondered if the blog owner was surprised by all the attention, so I went back today to see what else he had posted.  And I found a wonderfully powerful post about life and how it treats people differently.  The post revolved around a Peter Gabriel song called “Family Snapshot”.  His son made a video to accompany the song.  Here’s that video:

In case you missed the lyrics, here they are:

“Family Snapshot”

The streets are lined with camera crews
Everywhere he goes is news
Today is different
Today is not the same
Today I make the action
Take snapshot into the light, snapshot into the light
I’m shooting into the light

Four miles down the cavalcade moves on
Driving into the sun
If I worked it out right
They won’t see me or the gun

Two miles to go, they’re clearing the road
The cheering has really begun
I’ve got my radio
I can hear what’s going on

I’ve been waiting for this
I have been waiting for this
All you people in TV land
I will wake up your empty shells
Peak-time viewing blown in a flash
As I burn into your memory cells
‘Cos I’m alive

They’re coming ’round the corner with the bikers at the front
I’m wiping the sweat from my eyes
-It’s a matter of time
-It’s a matter of will
And the governor’s car is not far behind
He’s not the one I’ve got in mind
‘Cos there he is-the man of the hour, standing in the limousine
“I don’t really hate you
-I don’t care what you do
We were made for each other
-Me and you
I want to be somebody
-You were like that too
If you don’t get given you learn to take
And I will take you.”

Holding my breath
Release the catch
And I let the bullet fly

All turned quiet-I have been here before
Lonely boy hiding behind the front door
Friends have all gone home
There’s my toy gun on the floor
Come back Mum and Dad
You’re growing apart
You know that I’m growing up sad
I need some attention
I shoot into the light

Peter Gabriel

And watching the video, and listening to the words, and reading the lyrics made me wonder…Is there a child who needs more of my attention?  Who is the child in whom I can make a difference just by showing up?

(Click HERE to read the original post)

Side Splitter

Last night I attended a comedy concert.  The comedians were from the “Thou Shalt Laugh” comedy tour.  This tour was put together by the same people as the “Blue Collar Comedy” Tour, only it is comprised of solely Christian comedians.  The leadership of New Life Church decided to go on with the show despite the recent scandal because “a merry heart doeth good like a medicine” (Proverbs 17:22). 

Before we (that would be my cousin Julie and I) headed over to the church, we decided to go to Noodles & Company for a quick bite.  (My first time there.  Very good, by the way.)  While there, we noticed a large table of people.  It appeared two of them were  having the macaroni and cheese, and we wondered it if was good.  We took our seats in the church sanctuary, and shortly thereafter, Julie and I both recognized the people taking their seats directly in front of us as being the people from the restaurant.  “Say something to them”, Julie told me.  Well I had nothing to offer at the ready!  So Julie jumped in and loudly said “It smells like noodles in here.  Is it you guys who smell like noodles?  Did you just eat noodles or something?”  It was hilarious.  Their eyes got really big and they started to sniff at their clothing!  We let them off the hook after not too long, but it was a great little laughing warm up for all of us!  One of the guys was a macaroni and cheese orderer.  He said it would be worth going back for.

Then Julie shared a very funny story of her own with me.  She’s in real estate school and is starting to investigate post-graduation employment.  She had an interview with a large local branch of a national company.  But Julie has not been in the business world in decades, and really doesn’t have any business attire.  So she pulled together an outfit she thought would work (including borrowing a pair of her daughter’s shoes!) and headed off to the interview.  She got there verrrry early, and since she wasn’t thrilled with the sweater she was wearing, she dropped in at ROSS and found a cute new sweater that she liked much better.  So, she pulled off the tags and went and had a great interview, WHICH included a job offer (way to nail the interview, Julie!).  It was only when she got home that she realized that there was another set of tags (including a small plastic bag with a spare button) hanging off the back of the sweater! 

That’s something you only read about!  I’ve never actually known anyone who has done that! 

Anyone have an embarrassing clothing malfunction-type story they’d care to share???

Oh, and if you have the chance to see “Thou Shalt Laugh”, do!  But to get the full affect, you might want to go with a funny cousin and eat noodles first!

Way To Go, Bro!

Today my little brother Lawrence (aka Low) is celebrating his graduation from Vanguard University of Southern California (it used to be called Southern California College) in Costa Mesa.  Like all the good children in my family who needed (because a specific career choice made it necessary) to attend college, he went on the multi-school/many-year plan.  I think I held the record of most schools most years for some time (three schools, seven years), but Lawrence has now blown my record out of the water.  Vanguard is his fourth school, and his graduation has been fourteen years in the making! 

Sadly, I have no “real” pictures of Lawrence that are in a blog-friendly format (they’re all paper pictures).  So I found this picture.  I had to crop him out of a group photo.  He’s really not a menacing creature!  REALLY!  But I can see I need to get some new digital pictures!

Lawrence is graduating with a degree in Christian ministry and plans on becoming a pastor.  He is currently working as the Volunteer Coordinator for Mariner’s Church.  Of course, I hope that when he comes to Colorado for Christmas that he’ll find a job here and stay! 

In addition to this celebration, my family will be remembering Connie, who would have been 41 years old today.

Bad Dream

I’ve had a fairly active dream life this past week.  I dream wild, and often remember my unusual dreams.  But I had an unusual dream, even for me, last night.  Let’s start out with me walking down some stairs towards a hall which ran perpendicular to the stairs.  I could see the terminus of the hall on the left and on the right.  There were doorways at each end.  The hall was probably 500 yards long and the ceilings were probably 15 feet tall.  The wall of the hallway facing me was filled with very long windows with large metallic blinds.  The kind of blinds that were in all of my classrooms when I was growing up.  At the end of the hallway on my left I saw a man, standing in the doorway.  I was afraid of him.  And I could hear running footsteps echoing from somewhere off to my right.  All the floor surfaces were highly polished concrete, reflecting the light from those tall windows.  I was wearing little leather slip-on shoes.  The shoes were a pair that I used to wear two decades ago.  The bottom was warn and slippery.  This made for a serious challenge when running on that polished concrete.  But I distinctly felt the need to flee those echoing running footsteps.  I reached the bottom of the stairs and took off running to the right.  I looked back over my shoulder and saw that the man in the doorway had taken up pursuit of me.

My feet slipping wildly underneath me, I kept running towards the other end of the hallway, the sounds of the running footsteps coming every closer.  I reached the end of the hall way and ran through the door.  There was another staircase there.  I saw another man on those stairs.  He was pursuing me, too.  I decided to run up the stairs away from him, my feet slipping on each stair.  This man caught my foot and I went down.  I kicked him in the face, but he didn’t let go.  I managed to get a handful of hair and I smashed his head against the stair railing.  He crumpled and let go.  I continued to run up the stairs, still hearing the first man’s footsteps now echoing his pursuit.  I don’t remember what the man in the staircase looked like, but he was wearing a yellow and white vertically striped dress shirt.  It was bright (and ugly…like a circus tent). 

I don’t know how many flights I climbed, but I came out of the stairwell at some point and found myself in a crowd of people at a street bazar.  I believe we were in New York as it seemed like all the people were NYU students. One of them I “recognized” as somebody I should have known, but in my waking I have no idea who it was.  She identified herself as a foreign exchange student with whom I attended high school.  I told her I was very busy and that I wanted to get all caught up with her soon, and I asked her to write her name and number down on a piece of paper for me, but she told me to just “ask for her at the front.”  I told her I for sure would, even though I knew I wouldn’t since I didn’t know her name.  And then I ran into another person that I do remember as being a Swedish girl who attended the same church as I did in the late 80′s.  I only vaguely remembered her, again, as someone I should have known, but I didn’t even really recognize her face.  She wanted to get all caught up, too, and like the first girl, wouldn’t give me her name either.  I couldn’t really even understand anything she was saying. 

Since my life was clearly still in danger, I asked a kiosk keeper how I got to the staircase that would take me higher.  Her reply?  “Honey, the only way to get any higher than you are now…” and she pointed over her shoulder at what was clearly an insanely far drop as we were on the roof of a skyscraper…”is to die and go to heaven.”

And that’s all I remember. 

What made the dream so bad was not that I was being chased, or that I couldn’t remember people I feel I should have, but that I think I really hurt that guy on the stairwell.

If you feel compelled to be a dream interpreter, resist the urge!  I’m SURE my dreams prove me to be a nutjob! 

Snow in the Rocky Mountain National Park

(Snow in the Rocky Mountain National Park, originally uploaded by Blah Blah Blog)

Last October while visiting the Rocky Mountain National Park it started to snow. It was so quiet. The snow against the backdrop of the last of the fall colors and the dark wet branches is absolutely other-wordly, isn’t it?

This is one of my favorite pictures.

That’s all.

Mystery Solve-ed!

Some time ago, I posted a blog called Nostalgia in which I listed a number of items that had belonged to my sister-in-law that my brother had put on display in “the Shrine”.  One of the items that seemed curious to me was her tape dispenser.  Many of the items might seem odd to the average person who doesn’t know my family, didn’t know my sister-in-law.  But I was CLUELESS as to the significance of that dispenser.  I sort of wracked my brain wondering what its presence there meant to Phil!   I had written:  ”which reminds me that I need to ask my brother why that’s in there”.

And…I forgot to ask him.  But yesterday, much to my surprise, my brother Phil visited my blog and he answered the question for me!  Click HERE to go to his comment and the very funny (to me!) explanation! 

Thanks for dropping in bro!  I love you and miss you!  Can’t wait to see you at Christmas! 

Ida Noe

Didn’t meet her myself, but I did see her name on official records!  Her parents didn’t give her the name, she married Mr. Noe.  The woman in the office told me that Ida always enjoyed answering the question…”What’s your name?”!!

Ted Haggard

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

Jesus said that.   

I was not surprised to hear the allegations against Pastor Ted Haggard this past week.  I don’t know much about the man, but I’m never particularly surprised when I hear about people in Christian leadership falling hard into sin.  I had hoped that the allegations would prove completely unfounded and untrue, but in my heart, I pretty much knew that where there was smoke, there was probably fire.  Exactly how much fire remains yet to be seen, but I’m not particularly concerned with what Ted Haggard’s sins are.  Ted Haggard is a man and is human.  Every person I know is human.  Humans are sinful, dark, fallible creatures.  These are all reasons why we need saving in the first place.  While we all like to think that our pastors and Christian leaders are better than the rest of us, let’s be honest.  They aren’t! 

My heart breaks for Ted Haggard, his wife Gayle, and their family and friends.  There’s something about sexual sin that is particularly painful and embarrassing to deal with when it comes to light.

But man’s ordeal is God’s opportunity.  And I’m sure that God is on the move, bringing His very particular will to pass in this.  Pastor Haggard is no less loved by God in the middle of his nightmare.  Quite the opposite.  It is only now, through this exposed sin, that God can bring true healing and restoration to him.  Pastor Haggard will be ultimately be a better man for the truth coming to light.  I am sure that although this is a terrible ordeal,  he must be, finally, after all these years of struggle and internal warring, experiencing sweet relief from having the secret known.  The door has been thrown open and the light has come into those dark places in his life.

As Christians, this is our opportunity, too.  We need to embrace the truth that we should be ultimately looking to God, and not to man for our direction.  We need to not be shaken when our leadership falters…they WILL falter, just as we falter.  Our hearts and minds need to be stayed on Him (God) and not on “man”.  We need to learn better to show grace to people who fail.  As a community of Christ’s followers, not as man followers, we need to show God’s love and acceptance and forgiveness.  And not just to Ted Haggard, but to everyone.

Just ‘Cuz She’s Cute!

That’s my girl!  (Princess Mew Ling Calico Star!)

(Viscious Wild Kitty, originally uploaded by Blah Blah Blog)

I recently posted a photo of a lion I saw on safari. That picture brought this one to mind. Since I have very little to say today, I thought I’d shamelessly show you a picture of my “kid”! (Please notice how her nose pad is calico! Matches the rest of her!)

Need a Great Laugh?

I imagine most of you have seen this video before.  Even if you have, couldn’t you use a lift?  The kind of lift that only the sound of a baby’s laughter can give you?  Then click and watch, and more importantly listen.  This is pure joy X four!