Saturday, December 31, 2011

Saturday Centus #87 ~ Questions

This is the final Saturday Centus for 2011. Our beloved Jenny has given us 100 words in addition to this prompt:
Resolution! Schmezolution!
How appropriate too.

and now my contribution........
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2012.

I stand at the precipice of uncertainty.

Resolution! Schmezolution!

No time for empty promises.

The population is bursting at the seams….can this world no longer support us?

Precious water dwindling?

Solar flares wiping out the grid?

No electricity?

No banking? No money?

No gas? No transportation? No food trucked in?

Communications disabled? No warnings? No help?

Is this the natural course for humanity?

Is this the end of one cycle and the beginning of another?

No man shall know but GOD.

I will embrace life the way GOD intended.

Through his guidance; by faith, with love, laughter, prayer, praise and preparedness.

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Please drop by Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent) for the final Saturday Centus of 2011. Take a few minutes to enjoy what others have to say, how they think or feel, or what they have created with their awesome minds using this final prompt. You can get there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-centus-resolution.html


Thanks for taking the time to stop by my blog this year. Thanks for being a friend, and for letting me share in your world. I wish you good Health, a Warm Bed, a Roof over your head, Food on your table, Money to pay your bills, Joy and Happiness.
With Love, ~Ames 


Friday, December 30, 2011

My Take~ The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo


I went with my neighbor last night  to see The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I had seen the previews and it sucked me right in. I waited for it to come to my small town. 

Two men who had already seen it warned me in advance. But I still had to go.

Written by Steig Larsson, the original title was Män som hatar kvinnor – "Men Who Hate Women."  After his death he left three unpublished books.  This story is the first in his works known as the Millennium  series. The movie starring Daniel Craig, the hunky James Bond in Cassino Royale and Quatum of Solace, and Rooney Mara who starred in A Nightmare on Elm Street and The Social Network, both of which I have never seen.

I applaud Mara's acting. I don't think anyone else could have played the part of Lisbeth better than her. And that's what made the movie so real for me.

It was dark.

It kept me guessing.

It was raw.

There was  violence and abuse.....towards women.

Revenge.

It revealed the ugly side of life.

"... lurking within the fabric of Europe"

Horrors of the dark and the dammned.

Investigate the dead, you reveal the death

...and the atroscities

If you can endure viewing such ugliness to understand the story then I urge you to go and watch it.

 I was on the edge of my seat.

I was mortified.

I couldn't stop watching.

I couldn't stop thinking about how vulnerable we are.

Xenophobia

I had to go look it up .

Xenophobia: "An unreasonable fear of foreigners or strangers or of that which is foreign or strange".

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo was different.

She was strange.

But she was just as vulnerable as you or I.

Go see it.

I wonder if I would have understood the authors version in my mind any better than watching the directors interpretation of the authors work.

I think not.

I couldn't fathom such atrocities.

~Ames

The Last Thrifty Things Friday of 2011

It all started with this one little luncheon plate. I paid .59 cents for it at GW. I planned on using it to set out cookies  for Santa and I eventually went back to GW  for the other 5 plates.
Then on my third trip to GW the remainder of the set was still there. So I decided to buy the remaining pieces and I decorated my hutch this Christmas for my grandaughter. I hope to find a rocking horse and a goose toy to add to the hutch for next year.  



This pattern is called O Christmas Tree. It was originally sold in K Mart in the early 1980's

I am joining Diann over at Thrifty Things Friday. Stop by her blog and see what others have posted. You can get there by clicking on this link:  http://thethriftygroove.blogspot.com/2011/12/thrifty-things-friday-39.html  

Hope your Christmas was the best! Happy New Year too!~Ames

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday 2011 Christmas Post

     This is a repost from last year. My husband is going in the hospital tomorrow and I won't have time to write something new.  Don't worry, he will be better after his surgery. ~Ames                                                    


                                The Christmas Piglet

When I was a little girl my father went hunting every hunting season. I even walked behind him not knowing that he was tracking a deer. And if you can get beyond the fact that doing so is considered a very unsafe decision on a parent’s part, please keep in mind that song that Bucky Covington sings “A Different World” because I grew up in a different world from kids today.

One Christmas my father came home from the hunting lease with a burlap sack tied with a red ribbon. There was something wiggling inside that sack! My older sister always wanted a pet Raccoon and thought perhaps my father brought one home for her for Christmas! After she asked him if it was a Raccoon, my father told her that Raccoons don’t make good pets because he had one as a child and it turned mean on him. So we wondered what was wiggling inside the burlap bag. Then we heard this thing squeal as my father placed the burlap sack on the cold shiny asbestos tile floor. When it wiggled its way out of the sack it shot down the hall, slippin’ and a slidin’ trying for all its might to get a foothold, to get away from four squealing little girls.

There it was. A squealing spotted piglet being chased by four little squealing girls. It finally managed to out maneuver us and hightailed for the dark space under mine and my little sister’s bed. All one could see were four little butts sticking out from under a bed. What fun! What excitement! What a wonderful Christmas present.

After we caught this little piglet, and it was so very little, and each sister had an opportunity to hold it and pet it, our father told us how he found it. Apparently its mother had been killed, which was illegal to do so, and her untimely death left behind several little piglets. Each of my father’s hunting partners caught a piglet and each took a baby piglet home to bottle feed until it was old enough to survive on its own. Or at least that’s the version my father chose to tell us.

We bottle fed that little piglet until it was too big for its temporary home inside one of our rabbit pens. After Christmas, our father then gave our little piglet to a family that lived out in the woods. He said it was a better place for the piglet to grow up and we never saw that piglet again. I can only hope it didn’t end up on my plate at some point down the road.

Many years have come and gone since that Christmas, but I will always remember that little Christmas piglet.

Please take a few minutes to drop by Jenny Matlock's Christmas Alphabe~Thursday. You can get there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Alphabe-Thursday

Have a joyful holiday and a Merry Christmas!
~Ames



Counting My Blessings

It’s here, it’s here!

The end of the year!

Times are hard. Most people can only concentrate on the worse things that happen to them and give very little, if any, recognition to the good things that happen in their lives. 
I challenge you to sit down pen in hand, write down the hard times you may have had this year and write down the good things that have happened to you this year.
Think about it.

I'll start for you......

My daughter lost her job just before going out on maternity leave. We've tried to help out as much as we can.

 
Good news is that she was eligible for unemployment and the new job she found 9 months later works around her husband’s work schedule and their children’s school schedules. And when it doesn’t there’s always grandma. That’s me! And I have a beautiful new grandaughter!

The value of my house dropped by $100,000 this year.

Good news is that the annual tax I pay on my home dropped by $1,000!

Our number two grandson was rushed to the hospital after the ATV (he was not allowed to be on) hit a tree and ejected him. He wasn’t wearing a helmet either.

Good news is he didn’t have a concussion and only needed stiches in his bottom lip and a root canal to save his front tooth. He learned a dangerous and painfully expensive lesson. He also learned just how much his family loves him.

Our oldest grandson plays Varsity football and pulled a hamstring.

Good news is they won 5 games and lost 1 game and he didn’t get hurt any worse than a pulled hamstring.

Our oldest grandson also plays the violin. My daughter had to stop his private lessons when she lost her job.

Good news is that the instructor felt our grandson was extremely talented and offered to instruct him at no charge. Our grandson ranked a Superior at Solo and Ensemble. We are thankful he didn’t hurt his hand, arm or elbow playing football.

December 3rd marked my 26th year of marriage to my best friend and husband who was diagnosed with Cancer in the year 2000. I am blessed that he is still here with me.

My fur child (dog) “Baby” has only had one seizure this entire year. She is so dear to me and I am blessed to have her.

I sleep in a warm bed at night.
 
 
I’m not hungry.
 
 
I can pay my bills.

I can go on and on and on….

So, is your glass half empty?
Or half full?



Can you count your blessings?


~Ames




Saturday, December 17, 2011

Saturday Centus #85~Jenny's Catering

In the Kingdom of Oddities this would be considered normal. This week Jenny Matlock has selected this unusual picture to use as a prompt. No other pictures are allowed and only 50 little words may be used tell a story.

now on to my contribution.....
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She had the idea to earn some big money,

But her creations turned out repulsive and funny.

Noses would wrinkle, soon laughter would ensue,

In the garbage they went, what else could she do?

She watched with amazement, mice singing with glee,

Laughing and dancing around her meat Christmas tree.


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Please stop by Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent) and enjoy some other offerrings regarding this picture. Tell her I sent ya!


~Ames

Friday, December 16, 2011

Thrifty Things Friday #34

I'm done with my Christmas shopping and wanted to share a few thrifty things I found and couldn't resist picking up.
 I found a shoe box full of old ornaments at GW for $2.99. I was just in an antique mall the other day and they wanted $3.00 each for the same old ornaments so I feel I came out ahead. If you can tell by enlarging  the picture, there's a tree topper, a few feather tree ornaments, and some old Shiny brites. I love old ornaments! And the dough /trough bowl was $1.00. It is heavy and  I think someone painted it, but I still like it. I have been looking for one to fill with all kinds of ornies. 
 This little angel caught my eye. She was  .69 cents. She's pink and the bell is etched with "Every time a bell rings, a faithful angel gets her wings." I picked her up for my new grandaughter.
This little elf was .10 cents and the little green Fire King vase was $1.00. I already have a collection of green Fire King but I couldn't pass on it.

 This little plate was originally sold by KMart and it was only .59 cents. I am going to use it for cookies to Santa(I went back and bought the remaining five plates. I found out the pattern is O ChristmasTree, ironstone, and made in the 80's)
I also found these brand new kitchen towels 5/$1.99 and the little package of brand new sizzors were .69 cents. 

I like shopping the thrift stores now and then. You never know what treasures you'll find.

I am linking up to Diann's Thrifty Things Friday


Do yourself a tremendous favor and go visit Diann's blog.

You'll be inspired. http://thethriftygroove.blogspot.com/2011/12/thrifty-things-friday-37.html


Thanks for stopping in. ~Ames.

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday "F" is for "Frou Frou"

I grew up in a 1,000 square foot house.



There were 3 bedrooms, and one bath.


Five females and one male.


Poor dad.


There was no such thing as privacy.


Our living room was truly lived in.


And small.


I dreamed of living in a house big enough to have a formal living room.


A room that was pristine and stayed that way for company, and the pastor on surprise visits.


A room that did not smell like wet tennis shoes and deviled egg farts.


Well I’ve got that formal living room now.


My husband calls it a “Frou Frou” room and he thinks he’s special because he takes his coffee in there and watches “The girls” (our fur children) bask in the ray of sunshine that comes through the window every morning.


I’m here to tell that the “Frou Frou” room is a waste of space!


All it does is collect dust.


And other junk we don’t know where to put.


And frankly I am tired of dusting it and redistributing all that junk to other rooms.


So my “F” for this Alphabe~Thursday is for the “Frou Frou” room, which means a fussy or showy dress or ornamentation.


And I am thinking about knocking down the wall between the great room and the “Frou Frou” room.


Then we can have one giant living room.


I have come full circle.


‘Cause I miss the smell of wet tennis shoes and deviled egg farts.


((((Not!))))
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Thanks for stopping by. Please take the time to visit with Jenny Matlock over at her blog (off on my tangents). You can ride the short bus there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/12/alphabe-thursdays-letter-f.html

~Ames

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Saturday Centus #84~Spread Some Christmas Cheer


Hi all, everyone busy trying to get Christmas going over at their place? Humm? Buying gifts? Making cookies? Sending cards? 

Well Jenny has picked a perfect prompt this time, considering it's Christmastime.  I thought I could work it into my theme of remembering those that are alone this time of year. The usual 100 words plus this prompt: It doesn't have to be that way.....

now on to my contribution....

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He shuffled to his mail box. There was nothing.



“Look Jim, his first year alone.”


It doesn’t have to be that way. Why don’t we make him some cookies and invite him over?” Jim asked.


Karen scurried to make a few calls.


That evening the entire neighborhood showed up at the old man’s house caroling. They brought hot chocolate, a ham dinner, all kinds of cakes and cookies, and each person brought him a card.


“What’s all this?” the old man asked.


“Every Christmas your wife made all of us goodies, and sent us cards. She never forgot us. We’d like to reciprocate.”


The old man smiled.

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Don't forget to spread some cheer to those that are shut in or alone this time of the year. After all, you will be old someday, and maybe even alone too. Wouldn't you like to be remembered?
 
And don't forget to stop by Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent). You can take the express lane there just by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-centus-it-doesnt-have-to.html

Thanks for stopping by! Merry Christmas!~Ames

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Alphabe~Thursday ~E

E

Earrings

I don't want to brag or make anyone jealous or anything,
but I can still fit into the earrings I wore in high school.


E

Escargots

I don't eat them.
 It's the reason I can still fit in my earrings from high school.
 
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This Alphabe~Thursday was brought to you by Jenny Matlock from (off on my tangent). Why don't you stop over and join in on the fun. You can get there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/12/alphabe-thursdays-letter-e.html
 
Merry Christmas!~Ames

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

A Florida Christmas in the 60's

Growing up in Florida presented several challenges when it came to Christmas. Our little cracker house with it's flat roof and jalousie windows didn't have a fireplace. So our parents bought us one of those fake cardboard fireplaces that looked just like this one.



Photo credit: eBay
Oh and  I use the term cracker house loosely. Cracker is actually a Florida cowboy, named so for the sound their bull whips made when moving the cattle across the prairies or to port where they were shipped off to Cuba or other destinations. And no I wasn't a cowgirl growing up, although we had a Shetland pony named Traveler. Meanest little so and so. Came by his name honest. But that's another story for another day.

American Shetland. Photo credit: Wikipedia


Photo credit: eBay

 Our cardboard fireplace even had a little aluminum wheel that attached to an old orange Christmas bulb. When the bulb got hot, and they really did get hot, the wheel would turn and create a realistic flickering fire. Ha!


Photo credit: eBay
We would hang our red fur stocking on this cardboard fireplace and wake on Christmas day with all kinds of goodies inside those stockings. It's a miracle the fireplace didn't fall over what with the big Navel orange and hard candy with red fur stuck to it. We didn't care about the fur, we ate the candy anyway.

Well, I started getting suspicious about that fireplace and questioned my father.

"How can Santa come down that fireplace? It don't even have a chimney!" I asked.

My father would say "Oh I never said he'd come down that cardboard chimney. He comes through the front door." he stated.

"How's he get in, if we lock the door?" I asked real serious like.

"Why he don't need no key" my father said "He just twinkles his nose and opens any door he pleases. Except of course if little kids are bad, or don't mind, or aren't asleep." That explanation was all I needed to hear and I was off to bed.

Florida Sand Pine
Photo credit: Wikipedia

Our Christmas trees were the prettiest in all the land. We didn't buy our Christmas trees from a lot. My father took us deep into the piney woods where we would pick out the prettiest Sand Pine tree we could find. My father would drag it out of the woods and tie it to the top of our Town and Country station wagon with the faux wood siding.  Once we got it home he would shape it. We used the excess limbs to make our door wreath. It was a festive occasion.

As we got a little older, our parents would let us stay up a little later. We would lay under the Christmas tree and talk about which ornaments we liked the best, while we listened to Bing Crosby sing White Christmas, or Gene Autry sing Frosty the Snow Man,  on our 45 record player.

Those were some magical nights.
.
.
.

Winter Wonderlands.
.
.
.

Without the snow.


~Ames

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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Saturday Centus~16

Jenny has asked us to sum up our lives when we were 16 in sixteen words. Being sixteen was a long time ago, I had no worries, no stress, very little responsibility, and lived life without a care in the world.


at sixteen.........................


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Size two

Bra-less

License

First car

First Job

First Date

First Dance

First Kiss


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If I could go back, I'd change a few steps in my life. Would you?

Please don't forget to stop by Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent). You can get there by clicking on this link:
http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/12/saturday-centus-sixteen.html

Merry Christmas!~Ames