Good morning.
It’s Tuesday. You know what that means?
Me neither. I’ve got nothing.
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Sooooo… Question of the Day
What do you do on Tuesday?
Quote of the Day
“There is no defense against adverse fortune which is so effectual as an habitual sense of humor.”
Thomas W. Higginson
Wandering Views 
Here is my recipe for Cornbread Dressing. All you Southern Bells should appreciate this:
Cornbread Dressing
Ingredients:
1. One large pan of Cornbread
2. Two large onions chopped finely
3. One heart of Celery
4. ¼ tube of mild sausage
5. ¼ tube of hot sausage
6. Diced cooked chicken thighs (3) each
7. Garlic powder
8. Salt
9. Pepper
10. Swanson Chicken Broth
In a medium sauce pan combine the onions, celery, sausage and chicken. Cook over a medium heat until all the onions are caramelized. Add some chicken broth to keep the mixture moist. Add Salt and Garlic Powder. Poultry Seasoning will add to the flavor as well.
In a large mixing bowl crumble the Cornbread and add the mixture. Add chicken broth until the mixture is the consistency of a loose paste. Add Pepper such that it covers the mixture. Mix the Pepper in the mixture.
Preheat the Oven to 350 degrees. Bake the dressing in the oven until the top starts to brown. Serve with your Turkey.
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Ahem, Excuse me kind sir, but a bell is something you ring. A BELLE is a whole ‘nother thing all together.
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/belle.
Granted, there have been many of belle who has been looking to get “ringed” but their mama’s have taught them not to be so obvious about it.
Which reminds me. If you weigh a couple hundred or more pounds and you are in shorts and a bikini top at a water park and you have “Southern Bell” tattooed across your back in big gothic letters; you may not be one. (Before you ask, yes I HAVE seen this)
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My family never put sausage in the dressing but that looks good.
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Mr. DrivesGuy has given you a wonderful recipe for cornbread dressing. It isn’t the version I happen to make. It is the version I sneak over to my friend Malia’s house on Thanksgiving night and scarf up.
He forgot to tell you how to get that big ol’ pan of cornbread, so I am here to fill in the gaps.
1 cup butter
3 cups corn meal
1 cup flour
3 eggs
3 cups BUTTERMILK (this is IMPORTANT)
Heat your oven to 425 degrees
Melt a stick of butter and put in the mixed ingredients above. Melt a stick of butter in the bottom of your CAST IRON SKILLET in the oven as it is warming up.
Pour your mixture in the skillelt, return to the oven and cook for 30 to 40 minutes unitl it is done.
THEN proceed with making the dressing.
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Kim, she probably didn’t weight that much when she got the tattoo. 🙂
My problem with tattoos is that it is a fashion statement that can’t easily be removed. They may go out of style but your stuck with it. I tell my son it’s kind of like having bell bottoms surgically attached to your ankles. And he says “What are bell bottoms?”
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Thank you Drivesguy and my two Southern Bells, I feel like I am at my Grandmother’s house already.
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I see JoeB puts onions in cornbread.
I’VE NEVER HEARD OF SUCH A THING!
You all know I don’t eat onions.
You all know that we’re haveing a big dinner at our house Saturday.
People bring various dishes to share.
When they come in, they say, “Charlie, this is your dressing.”
“Charlie, this is your potato salad.” etc.
Elvera says they all have me spoiled.
Maybe so, but it’s been going on for over fifty years.
Annie Lee used to say, “Charlie, this has some onions, but you can’t taste them”
If you can’t taste them, why put them in there? I can taste them.
I know I’m odd on this, but a little piece of onion on my tongue is like a blast in the ear. It detects immediately.
The only exception is in some highly spicy Mexican food.
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Chas, Can you get good Mexican food in Hendersonville? Thirty years ago, there was no good Mexican food in the entire DC metro area. Forty five years ago, Atlanta had one Mexican food restaurant (which was very good).
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Chas, every one of my siblings and I are that way about coconut and we all married people determined to sneak coconut in on us. But no matter how much they try to disguise it we can always taste the coconut. It is our super power.
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I am that way about venison. I have had it cooked just about any way you can cook it and I can still tell what it is and it gags me.
Today’s pet peeve. They have changed the sizes on most of the packages of things I buy. Today I am going to a Thanksgiving Potluck at work. I am making Spinach/Artichoke casserole. It calls for 2 10 oz pkgs frozen spinach. Now they only sell it in a 16 oz bag. It isn’t enough for the casserole. It looks skimpy.
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Hey, I think I’m related to Kbells!
I’m on tap only for an appetizer for the big meal.
I usually teach Bible study on Tuesdays but so many are traveling we decided to skip today.
Instead, I’m hoping to finish my Alaska novella today while my husband, all four grandchildren and 3/4 of their parents head 3.5 hours south on one of the busiest travel days of the year, to visit the Monterey Bay Aquarium on a pouring rainy day.
I was invited but squelched the urge to ask , ” are you out of your mind? At minimum seven hours in the car with four children under five?”
My husband heard me muttering, but he’s going anyway. I’m having dinner with the one parent who has to work–after I finish writing my book, of course!
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Kim, let me know if you like my recipe.
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I luv appetizers. I often joke that I need to start Appetizers Anonymous.
Hello, my name is Kim and I am powerless over appetizers. My excuse is that they are often finger foods and anything you eat standing up doesn’t count as calories.
See there? Perfectly logical.
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Ricky, There are Mexican restaurants in Hendersonville. But I’ve never eaten at one. Elvera doesn’t like spicy food. I can eat it but I like German better. There is a nice, not fancy German restaurant here. I never found one in the Northern Virginia area.
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Chas, You are making me wish I was in Fredericksburg, Tx. There are lots of good German restaurants there.
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I’m on tap to make green bean casserole. I don’t actually have a recipe for it, since I hate the stuff and only take a bite or two of it if I know the person who made it. (Like I think last year one of the girls might have made it for some event, and then I felt like I had to take at least some.) Why, with all the good things on the table, I get asked to bring the thing I won’t touch, I don’t know. But I did ask sweetly “What else can I bring?” and was told to bring a relish tray. So I can make sure that we have black olives (a holiday basic in the family I was born into, but not the family I married into).
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I am going to make the attempt to cook Thanksgiving meal this year, but alas, I do not have anyone to share it with me. In addition to the dressing, I am going to make mashed potatoes and gravy. I have a recipe for homemade cranberry sauce with walnuts. And of course the traditional green bean casserole.
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On Tuesday I try to get out of the hole I dug on Monday. 😦
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Tuesday = work.
I’ll be probably be stuck working on a story about a huge project to build a new county storm drain system in our area. Doesn’t get more exciting than that.
Oh wait. I forgot. Last week I actually set up an interview for 11 a.m. today with a woman who’s starting a new business selling fashionable dog collars with 10% of every sale going to the spca.
We’re meeting at a coffee bean at the beach. I so rarely get out anymore I’m truly looking forward to this as an “outing.” How pathetic is that?
See? I knew there was something I was forgetting after having yesterday off. Good thing I remembered. And now I can procrastinate some more on that storm drain story.
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Cheryl, water chestnuts made the green bean casserole better. Gives it a little crunch.
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Good luck, MiM. I’m not sure I understood entirely what all the mess entailed, but I did read that post and it sounded rather significant and potentially $$$ ‘spensive.
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Michelle, I think the coconut thing is a sign of royal blood. 🙂
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The best (that we’ve found so far, anyway) Mexican restaurant in Hendersonville is the one across from the German restaurant. 🙂
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I believe some of you, on previous days, were complaining about certain pains.
In cleaning out some stuff today, I came across an article about “Foods that Fight Pain”. It may, or may not be helpful because I don’t remember the complaints.
All of these can be taken daily.
Osteoarthritis: Bing cherries, ginger, avocado oil and soybean oil.
Rheumatoid Arthritis: Fish and vitamin C-rich food. Fish oil supplements are recommended. I take fish oil because my opthamologists recommended it. I don’t have any chronic pains. yet!
Gout: Lose weight, avoid refined carbohydrates such as white bread and commercially baked food. Eat celery and cherries.
Migraines: Coffee, tea and oats. Almonds, broccoli and pumpkin seed. caution, consuming too much caffeine increase the frequency and severity of headaches.
Muscle pain: tart cherries and cherry juice.
Nerve pain: Tumeric, figs and beans. (Doesn’t specify the kind of beans.)
Since I’ve copied verbatim from a source, I suppose I need to credit it;
Bottom Line Personal, November 1, 2012. Vol. 33, No. 21.
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Well, according to the LDS church, I trace back to Charlemagne. How much royal can you get than that?
I bet he didn’t eat cocoanut.
(My father used to say everybody of European descent probably traces to Charlemagne given 1/3 of Europe was wiped out in the plague circa 1300).
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Can we have a spell check for Christmas, AJ? 🙂
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Chas: I agree, if you can’t taste them why put them in!
My husband gets migraines from onions (including onion powder which is in almost everything including ketchup) and I’ve learned to cook without onions and now if there are onions in a dish, that’s ALL I can taste.
He also gets the “Tim, this is your stuffing, lasagna, casserole, etc.”
Kim: venison makes me nauseated as well – even the smell of it defrosting on the counter!
😦 Hubby wants to add a deer to our freezer this year.
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Tuesday: sleep in, then go to a friend’s to do some bookkeeping in trade for acupuncture treatments for migraines (not sure if it’s working or not yet)
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I trace my roots back to John Mohr McIntosh, High Chieftain of the clan McIntosh. The name McIntosh roughly translated from Celtic to English means Touch not the Cat.
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Spell check?
Pfffttt……
Where’s your sense of adventure?
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I have it but never use it. I wish I’d gotten a gift reciept so I could return it and get something I would use. It’s just like those stupid puffy vests my parents insisted on giving my brothers and I year after year. We never wore them, but we got a new one every year.
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QoD: Tuesdays is usually Bible study day, but we are off for the holidays. Though I did have a fantastic time in 2 Thessalonians this morning.
This thread is making me hungry. I love onions, green bean casserole (I’m adding water chestnuts this year) appetizers, coconut, Mexican food and cornbread stuffing (I make mine all guten free of course).
Michelle, according to Oxford University I am descended from Duncan King of Scotland and they apologized for not going back further than something like 1032. Thus another ancestor, Henry Wrisothley the 3rd Earl of South Hampton, commissioned Shakespeare to write about Macbeth dispatching him to the afterlife and was a little miffed Duncan was so in the first act leaving the murderer the protagonist. Somehow Robert the Bruce and Thomas Carlyle also snuck (sneaked?) into our family tree too.
Adios
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A lot of us Scots around here, aren’t there?
We love plaid.
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Yes their are a lot of Scots here Donna. Too Bad Sawgunner is not here with us. He is a military historian. It is my understanding that during WWI, the army the Germans feared more than the US Marines (nicknamed Devil Dogs by the Germans) was the Scottish Black Watch. The Germans named them the “Ladies from Hell” presumably because the Scots wore Kilts into battle. From what I recall from history, the Black Watch would polish their bayonets and dress in all black and even color their rifles and skin with black, then they would march on nights with a full moon. All the Germans would see would be rows and rows of polished bayonets and all they would here would be the sound of the bagpipes.
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How big is my hole? Well for perspective’s sake, if I have to replace the whole unit brand new; $10,000.
If I can have it repaired, it will cost between $500-1,000, plus shipping. If I can have it done relatively locally, I can drive the part to the repair location. Problem with that is lost turn-around time might be as expensive as buying new.
Big hole. 😦
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😦 Warren Rudman was the same age that I am.
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A couple of years ago, our Lions club had a lecture about bagpipes. Seems they were feared so much that they were defined as a weapon of war.
The sound is continuous in a weird sort of way.
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I am descended from Frederick Scholl who arrived in Philadelphia in 1721. I don’t know how it became Shull. I used to think it was an accidental misspelling that created an unusual name, and that all Shulls were related to me somehow. But I have later concluded that isn’t so. Turns out, they are all over the place. Places high and low.
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A lot of times Chas, the spelling on the census forms would be recorded incorrectly. This might account for the difference between your sir name now and the sir name of your family tree in 1721
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Hey, I’m related to Adios, too! The LDS puts me in with Duncan as well . . . and from there goes al the way back to Old King Cole circa 100!
I wrote about the joy of potentially owning bagpipes on my blog earlier this year:
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Very sorry about the machine, MIM. My son is a machinist, too, and is always depressed when he miscalculates and the machine breaks. Ouch!
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Perhaps the preponderance of Scots here has something to do with this being an offshoot of WMB and with World magazine being a fundamentally Reformed publication and the connection between Reformed theology and the Scottish Reformation.
Or is it just a coincidence?
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My friend has traced her lineage back to the Duncan clan.
Me, MacEwan.
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Go Presbyterians.
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Thanks for the condolences. It’s always tough when you have to admit you’ve been a liability rather than an asset. And it couldn’t have come at a worse time…
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My mother was born in Sicily . . .
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Mim,
I’ve seen some of your work. You are definately an asset. Accidents happen. Don’t be too hard on yourself. We’ll keep praying for you too.
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And I definetly can’t spell definitely.
It’s like I need spell-check or something.
Naaaaaaaahhhh………..
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Make It Man, when you figure out how not sometimes to be or cause a liability, let us know. It could be that you are a mere human being.
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I know it’s not Saturday,
But I just have to share this. And of course make fun of the whiner fans from Ohio St.. You folks do realize that the President has no authority to pardon stupidity, doncha? Crimes yes, stupid no.
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Just think, if you followed the rules, you might be facing the Irish for the National Championship, instead, you get nothing.
Alabama just called. They said “Thanks!”
😯
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http://msn.foxsports.com/collegefootball/story/ohio-state-buckeyes-fans-petition-president-barack-obama-white-house-ask-pardon-tattoogate-play-bcs-championship-111912
“The Ohio State Buckeyes are undefeated and, naturally, their fans want their team to have a shot at the national championship, or at least a Big Ten championship.
That’s why some intrepid Buckeyes supporters have started a petition asking President Barack Obama to pardon their football team. Ohio State is ineligible to participate in the postseason — including the Big Ten championship game — because of sanctions levied last season stemming from Buckeyes players receiving free tattoos and other gifts for game memorabilia.
Ohio State currently sits at 11-0 with one game remaining: Saturday in Columbus against the Buckeyes’ hated rivals — the Michigan Wolverines. If eligible, Ohio State would represent the Big Ten Leaders division in the Big Ten championship game. More importantly, as one of only two current FBS undefeated teams (Notre Dame being the other), an eligible Buckeyes team would play for the national championship if it could win “The Game.””
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Of course, another Scot here. How many of you have been a Scottish Games/Festival? The largest one is in Carolina, and the second largest is near Atlanta. Both are well worth the slightly steep ticket price.
I can message Sawgunner on FB about this page later today.
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Stephen,
I responded to you on yesterday’s thread.
But to further that response, let me clarify something else.
It’s not that everything is “proof” of the existence of God, but that God’s existence is a necessary precondition of proving anything.
I think you either intuitively, or perhaps consciously, are aware of that, which explains your radical skepticism resulting in your claim that nothing is provable and therefore, nothing is ultimately knowable in the philosophical sense. To deny God, one has to resort to skepticism.
But to say that something from nothing is more plausible than “In the beginning, God…” and to say that raping toddlers, although not conducive to a desirable society, is not inherently wrong, and to say that impersonal matter could plausibly have produced mind and consciousness, is to be fundamentally irrational. Rational conclusions require a right view of God as a first principle. But not only is it irrational to dismiss God in our reasoning, it’s rebellion and it’s a culpable offense. This is what the Bible speaks of as “suppressing the knowledge of God.” And this is, ultimately, why, apart from repentance, we’re under God’s judgment.
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If Ohio wanted something from the president they should have asked before the election. I have a feeling he would have given them anything. 🙂
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KBells,
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Stephen, as we’ve said before—nothing we say here will convince you. Only the Holy Spirit can do that, although He can/does use human means to accomplish His will.
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Cameron, we use to go to the one in Montgomery. We usually took our Border Collie in her plaid scarf.
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What a thread today! I laughed ’til I cried with all the talk about bells and belles and bell bottoms, and onions on the tongue being like a blast in the ear! First time the mention of the word onion brought tears!
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Off to get some groceries to make our Thanksgiving Day meal. (No onions on the list, you will be glad to know, Chas.) 😉
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real AJ,
Please leave my Buckeyes alone. FWIW, I think the petition is a stupid waste of time.
Buckeye Nation will be better served rooting for Notre Dame, Alabama, Florida and Oregon to lose, leaving Ohio State as the only logical choice as (AP) National Champion.
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kBells, I love to see how people dress up their kids, pets, strollers, you name it in tartan at the Games. I love the pipe-and-drum bands and the dancing competitions—what’s your favorite part?
Hey, I think my gravatar finally changed to show my tartan!
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Go Wolverines!
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What do I do on Tuesday? Laundry. Lots of it.
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Cameron, the pipe-and-drum bands and dancing are great but I think since we love Border Collies our favorite part was the sheep herding competition. The caber toss is always fun to watch as well. We haven’t been since our son was born. We need to take him to one. However our border Collie has gone on to doggie heaven and we have a lab now. We would probably leave here home.
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Cameron, I’ve been to the games at Grandfather Mountain (NC) once. My oldest brother lives fairly close to there (a couple of hours or so) and planned a family reunion to take place during that time period, and a bunch of us went. It would be worth going again if I ever got a chance (though I no longer have a Scottish last name, I’m still close to 100% Scottish myself, with something like 1/16 American Indian for a little color to offset the redhead genes.)
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“The name McIntosh roughly translated from Celtic to English means Touch not the Cat.
When we married I had three cats and it was a running joke between Hubby and I that he thought they were out of control and needed him to “straighten them out”. I disagreed and thought they were fine and should be allowed to do what they wanted to. When we found out that “Touch not the Cat” was the motto of my Mom’s Scottish family name it became part of the joke. Later we found out that the motto of his family was “touch not the cat without a glove”. I guess we both get our weird sense of humor from the Scots. 🙂
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Tuesday=work in the morning and meeting (more work) in the afternoon. This particular Tuesday saw me in a meeting all day long 8:30-6:00 (with 2 hours for lunch 🙂 )
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We’re celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow evening. We have team meetings in the morning, then we will scatter to cook for our Thanksgiving dinner. Thursday is a regular work day here, so we just have to work it in where we can. All the missionaries will get together. There will be 24 of us this year! This is a huge blessing after the years when there were 5 of us.
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All this talk of geneology and last names. I was a Black. My grandfather had the family geneology done sometime back in the 1970’s and it got to the younger son of some Scottish nobility. He wasn’t going to inherit so he took to horse thieving. My grandfather told the geneologist, “Stop right there Bubba, I’ve heard enough!”
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Oh and one more thing I forgot to say. Although we don’t say that everything proves God, but we do say that everything reveals God. There’s a difference.
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kBells, I didn’t know they did sheepherding competition–how fun!
Cheryl, those are the largest Games in the country, so they have a lot to offer, but it’s likely that there are smaller Games closer to you, though there’s no one official website to calendar them all.
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I forgot there was a QoD. What do I do on Tuesdays? Pretty much what I do on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays — laundry, dishes, chores, homeschooling, snuggling with a little one… I can still call a five-year-old a little one, right? 🙂
Speaking of five-year-old, she had a bit of a scare today (more than a bit to her young mind) when she finished using the bathroom and couldn’t open the door to get out. It was unlocked, but the doorknob kept slipping but wouldn’t unlatch. She started crying and banging on the door, but no one could get the door open from the other side, either, for a while, and the more we’d try, the more frantic she got.
Finally, 1st Arrow managed to wedge in a couple screwdrivers in strategic locations between the door and frame and get the door open to rescue the damsel in distress.
Yay for big brothers. 🙂
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They have the Scottish festivals out here, too, but I haven’t been in a few years (yes, they are rather pricey just for admission!).
But (and I know this will surprise no one here) my favorite part always was the sheep herding demos, too. Although because some of the venues were inside (on a ship, the Queen Mary), you couldn’t bring your own dog into the festival grounds. So Tess has never been.
But Tess also has a plaid bandanna. 🙂 I will have to get that out soon since it’s also somewhat Christmas-y. The dogs & I are all getting our hair cut this weekend. All of us long overdue.
Funny tweet from a fellow journalist I spotted just a few minutes ago:
MIL called. As I answered, I accidentally dropped the phone and hung up, so I called back. She had accidentally called me. #TwoGoofballs
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And the onions made my eyes tear up, too — especially the part about how they were to be “finely chopped.” Crying again just thinking about that!
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Cameron, they did have a sheep heading demonstration at the last one we went to. We thought our dog would be interested but she was more interested in the hotdog the little boy sitting next to us was eating.
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The closest I get to being Scottish is that my uncle imported his border collies from Scotland. He used them to herd his cattle when he was training his cutting horses. I loved watching them work!
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My mother’s name was Steadman. I think that is Irish.
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seventy five.
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Seventy-six trombones in the marching band…
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Paternal grandparents: German & German
Maternal grandparents: German & Polish
My mom’s maiden name ended in -ski.
I haven’t dug much deeper than that…I should look further into my family history.
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I’ve taken Tess sheep herding around here a couple times and she really loves it. Amazing to watch them light up at the sight of a sheep — and then see their natural instincts just take over.
I have one set of great-great grandparents who were Irish — Northern Irish, of course. And some English ancestors as well.
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So my wife has some relatives on this blog? Someone traced her family back to Charlemagne too.
Tuesdays are just another day of teaching. Except today was also Wednesday and Thursday. That’s right. It’s a three day week, so this being the middle day makes it Wednesday. And since tomorrow is the last day of the week, that makes today Thursday, the second to last day.
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Famous relatives, Dizzy Dean, the baseball player was my 2nd cousin once removed. Somewhere I have a letter from his mother to my grandmother. They were 1st cousin.
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Oh Good Lord, I don’t have any FAMOUS relatives. I might have a few infamous ones.
Hey, KBells, Don’t forget you are almost, sorta, kinda related to Elvis…in a strange sort of way.
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Second Arrow comes home tomorrow for two days, and we will be enjoying some time together as a family. Wishing all of you a most blessed Thanksgiving.
For all of the Scots here, everyone who enjoys Celtic music, and all who love We Gather Together, this is for you:
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I’m a Frisian so its quite possible that I’m related to one of the killers of Saint Boniface.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Boniface#Last_mission_to_Frisia
According to Wikipedia only 350,000 people speak Frisian in the Netherlands. As far as second languages go, I wasn’t exactly blessed with a useful or marketable langauge.
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I love the Highland Games! Watching the border collies once, the dog was sent up the hill, but the guy helping couldn’t get the gate open to let the sheep out so the dog gently herded five young siblings down the hill.
Michelle, we’re related?! We’ll come to your place for Thanksgiving then 😉
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Kim, we don’t talk about him. 🙂
Also Hubby may be related to a pirate.
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Come on over!
Frisia? Where is that? Near Utrecht? Southwest of Denmark? (I’ve now looked). I think the only reference I know is a Fresian horse? Is that possible, a big gray/white steed that pulls things well?
Okay, well another quarter of my family comes from Denmark, so at least I’m in the same neck of the woods with HRW!
I’ve been discussing DAR stuff all day on email with other folks. Quite a busy rainy day–AND I finished the first draft of my gold rush story so I’m ready to work on my uncle’s memorial power point presentation, now!
Warm up the scanner and turn on a movie–I’m brain dead.
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Nice video clip 6 Arrows, thanks! 🙂
I’m related to Kit Carson. I remember visiting one of his homes that’s now a museum (in NM I believe) several years ago.
My mom also had feared we could be related to Bertrand Russell, not exactly something a Christian you would want to boast about. 🙄 I don’t think she ever really confirmed that — oh, and maybe the guy who founded the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Another one she wasn’t eager to claim & was never confirmed.
And we were related to Marian Russell who wrote a book about the Santa Fe Trail:
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Fryslan or Friesland is a province in the Netherlands, north of Amsterdam. Frisian horses and Frisian-Holstein cows are indeed associated with it. Frisians do live in Germany and Denmark but under 100K and most don’t speak the language. My extended family on both sides all live within the province and all speak Frisian.
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Trapped. The cat (again) is insisting on going on the walk with the dogs so we had to turn back. Now she refuses to come inside because she knows I’ll lock her in.
What a brat.
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Ah, just had to break up a yowling standoff between Annie and the neighbor orange cat, Dewy.
She still won’t come inside.
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I liked that video, too, Donna. That hymn was running through my head tonight, so I thought I’d look on YouTube for a video where it was sung. After watching parts or all of about 10 different versions, I found that one and thought it fit so well with the historical theme going on this thread today.
And I’ll admit, I loved the video even more when I saw that the little girl at exactly the one minute mark looks a lot like my 6th Arrow (and 4th Arrow when she was that age)!
🙂
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6Arrows,
Thanks! That’s one of my favorite hymns, especially at this time of year– (though I’m not a Scot, my family came from Wales). :–)
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6 Arrows 🙂
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I’m big on mercy, but shouldn’t there be accountability somewhere in life? Have we totally lost our moorings in our efforts not to offend?
A friend just sent me a link to an article about her former surgeon–who died the other night at 41 when his plane crashed into a mountain. It was only his second night flight, but apparently he was desperate to get to Reno from San Francisco because he wanted to gamble.
A post-mortem on this addictions specialist, showed he had Xanax, prozac, cocaine and a host of other cocktail drugs in his system. FDAA said had they known of his addictions, they never would have given him a license to fly.
Tragedy, completely, but I was amazed at the comments following the article, all of which insisted he was a “really good guy.”
I’m sure he was personally, I must have met him because I went to all those surgeries with my friend–but he also was a drug addict gambler who operated on people. Isn’t that a problem? Surely that would move him from the “really good guy” category to the unethical physician category?
You wouldn’t say that to his children, of course, but would you proclaim what a greaty guy he was when the evidence contradicted you?
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Debra — it’s one of my favorite hymns, too!
In the hymnal our church uses, we have We Praise You, O God, Our Redeemer set to the same tune.
We Praise You, O God
By: Julia C. Cory
We praise you, O God, our Redeemer, Creator;
In grateful devotion our tribute we bring.
We lay it before you, we kneel and adore you;
We bless your holy name, glad praises we sing.
We worship you, God of our fathers, we bless you;
Through trial and tempest our guide you have been.
When perils o’er take us, you will not forsake us,
And with your help, O Lord, our battles we win.
With voices united our praises we offer
To you, great Jehovah, glad anthems we raise.
Your strong arm will guide us; our God is beside us.
To you, our great Redeemer, fore’er be praise!
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Michelle, I agree. We’re too afraid to step on toes. As long as a person did some good, we too easily dismiss the rest, I’m afraid.
😦
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I should have said, “As long as we think a person did some good…”
Who knows how many of those surgeries were done under the influence.
😦
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Hmmmmm…….
It’s so close. And everyone’s sleeping………
So tempting………..
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I’ll share.
Who wants it?
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People! How can this be possible?? I left you at what I thought were capable hands at 97 last night! And I wake up to THIS??
ok. I’ll take it. And good day-before-Thanksgiving morning to you all. :–)
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