Saturday, March 28, 2015

A Horse! A Horse! A Kingdom for a Horse!

Here come the clowns.

 Beau and I had the best clown entertainment every
 summer and fall week end. Tourists came in from
cities to small towns such as what we had here up north.

Community Fairs made money staging horse and cowboy shows,
old gift shop saloons, crafts sold by the local people such as myself.
Then of course there was tons of food to be had,
fishing from small swimming pools for the kids,
 Ball games, country dances and old parlor music.
Petting stalls were put in for the small folk and an
amusement center with cotton candy and pop corn.
The teens had the outdoor movies to watch from their cars then of course
we always had bands come in for the big long week ends.

People had a hootin good time while filling the hotels
 with lots of loot to survive the winter.
 I would make posters to invite them in for the horse performance
 and Beau would do his best to annoy me while
 every one else giggled and laughed to no end.


We always had a ball Beau and I.
Then he would show his prowess at dangling me upside down,
 imitating me walking like a soldier and then sitting and pretending
he was an angel when I'd look.He'd turn my umbrella inside out when
 I pretended to hide under it from the rain so I'd get wet.
 In the end he would bow down and sit and thank the audience by
waving his hoof, with a toothy smile, to tell them to come again.
He pretended to fart when we would bow, bum to bum and then
 show a toothy smile.The public loved it.

They adored him and would always ask to pat him.
 After the show I'd take him to the public and Beau
would have more than his fare share of lovin and ego boosting.
They'd ask how I trained this horse to do the things he does.
I'd answer:

Train? When in doubt, I always let my horse do the thinkin .

These made for great, clean fun  memories and left the public
mesmerized wondering what this horse will think of next.


Friday, March 27, 2015

Tidy Flowers

"Flowers appear on the earth;
 the season of singing has come,
 the cooing of doves is heard in our land."
 Song of Solomon 2:12

hyacinth anemone  and bumblebee

Proverbs 16:7

When a man's ways please the Lord, he makes even
 his enemies to be at peace with him.

The hot house was budding. Flowers were sprouting and
the odd bee was seen already at work on them.
It was a good idea to surround the place with used hay
to keep the warmth inside and yet provide the sunlight
in the day time.
It didn't smell the best but did the job.
In winter one could see the smoke coming out of the hay pile
 when the sun came out
Now in spring, the hay could be mixed with soil and put back as fertilizer
in the garden outside.
Nothing is better for roses than used hay to keep the roots warm too.

Empty 12 inch pots were waiting for composted earth and
I had plenty of it to fill them with.I'd use grocery store boxes when I could.
I lived too far away to collect them but making bags from old clothing to fill
with soil was good since you didn't have to worry about them like plastic.
People were good and donated a lot knowing I was out here by myself, thanks to
Pastor Gibbons..

I checked on my grape vines. They were budding.
Pinto beans and mixed dry beans from the grocery store were waiting
to try their luck in the pots.Corn. All could be started in March and planted
 into the outside garden in June so birds did not eat the seeds.

Seed potatoes were good to grow in material tires sewn together and
 filled with soil.
They were easy to empty as well. One could grow them practically all winter
 in the hot house.
Tomato bags had to hold 50 lbs at least but if you hung them upside down,
 the tomatoes would grow down. Large rice bags could do the job very nicely.
You had the advantage of the forest trees to
 help you hang things from out of reach of the little critters like rabbits and mice.
25 plants had me stocked with tomato jars for most of the winter.
Black berry bushes made me lots of jam for my sweet tooth. They grew out here like

Living out here, one tries a lot of new things to scrimp to
 save time and money.
Dreaming, designing ideas, took half the morning to play with.

I concocted a manual air tire pump to suck air out of a hose dipped into the river.
It was fun to use and you felt like you were syphoning gas out of a car tank.
It gave me what water I needed without having to run around with buckets.

A little technology never hurt but it took some getting used to no lights at night.
 Electricity was hard to come by and the radio was my sole life support so the batteries
always had to be charged using what water current and sun I had.

With Gods' will and a bit of old Irish luck, you can live the best of lives in peace and
 harmony with the land. It also left you with time to do the other things you wanted to do
like read, paint, do craft work, do my shows with Beau, cows .....

I'd sell my stuff in the summer/fall and it kept me going for another year.
Bob kept me updated as to what
was going on where. He was a very good and loyal friend to have.
I counted my blessings every day.

Frosty Chicadee.

Woke up to another day, still in the barn.
Never  made it to the house.
I realize that this was some kind of tired last night
 that over took me but I was in no hurry to leave anyway
knowing there was a cougar prowling around.
I slept well. Could have knocked me over the head
and I would not have known.

 Outside the chickadees were having a field day chirping
Yawning, I stretched my hand out to feel a big soft nose.
Beau was standing over me checking me out.

It's nice waking up like this with you boy at my side.
Hello Beau Beau. How you feelin?

I smiled and stood up brushing myself off.
My legs felt like shit.

I opened the doors to the coral and let out my children.
Then came the hayin and the barn cleaning and the waterin, the hoof cleanin.
chickens were let out to strut in the hen house and fed, eggs collected.
As I finally headed towards the cabin that I made my home, I noticed
the chimney smoking.
It took me by surprise.
Who could be in there?

The door squeeked as I gently pushed it open.

Ah.... excuse me..... do I know you? I asked?
Two men sat at the table helping themselves to breakfast
of bacon and eggs. They looked very much at ease.

Oh Hi!
We came late last night and the door was open, the cabin empty...
 Are you Eleanor Walker?

Yes. Yes I am. Who are you?

I am James French and this here is my friend Luke Jenkins.
We're from Yellow Falls.


Well....... come and sit down and help yourself to some of your coffee.
he smirked.
Can I make you some eggs and bacon? Luke  offered.

Ah No... but I'll have some coffee. I tried to sound genteel.

James poured me a cup and I sat down waiting for an explanation
for this intrusion of privacy.

Like I said , we came last night and the cabin was empty.
We were tired. Hope you don't mind that we made ourselves at home.
We are headed up to Bear Mountain. We have family up there.

How did you come? I don't see horses or cars.

Oh, we came by ski doo.

Oh so you are the jerks making so much noise up in avalanche country.
Do you know you could have been killed this time of year when
snow is melting?

James looked at Luke sheepishly.
Well .... we were celebrating and kinda got carried away.
 Luke here is getting married
and we were having a bachelor party.
Thing is there were two ski doos but we seem to have lost the other one.
Two of our friends driving it are missing and we ran out of gas a stretch back
looking for them.

I huffed thinking to myself that I was not surprised but then
I found the story a bit far fetched.

We were just sitting here debating how we were going to go look for them.
Would you have a few horses we could borrow?

Oh... well I have a horse but he is a one man horse.

What does that mean?

Well... He is a sort of a show horse I make my living on.
I trained him a certain way and I am very careful with his legs and hoofs.
I dont ride him myself in these conditions.

I just walked him a stretch myself trying to get my cows back home.
They kinda strayed from their usual feeding ground.

Then I thought a bit and added... but if you need a kind of pack horse, I have a few cows
I can lend you.

C o w s ???

Yes . They are sturdy beef cows and they are used to me packing grub on them.
They can pull real well if you need a makeshift stretcher and I suppose they won't
buck either if you straddled them.  They are quite sedate where cows are concerned.
Have to say I lucked out with them.
I have a few pairs of snow shoes too but this time of year I don't think you will need them.

My mind was racing.
A little voice was telling me to get rid of these guys real quick before
 they show their true colors.
If I could convince them they were getting a good deal here......they might bite.

Luke and James looked at each other again .
Well I guess something is better than nothing.

Ya. I mean, you can load up on grub, warm jackets, shoes, blankets, bandages,ropes tent.

I have a kit set up for exactly such  an occasion. You never know when you will need one.
How about we go take a look?

I took the boys out to the barn and showed them what I had prepared to load on a cow.
I brought one of the new cows in and we loaded her up.

"Sorry kid. I know you must be tired but duty calls." I whispered in her ear.

By the way. This one I call Chou Chou. It's French for cabbage.
 I smiled.
She is real sweet. I gave her a big kiss on the schnoz.
This is a Bazardaise cow. I don't know if you know this breed but they are quite nice.

A sigh of relief was felt to the bottom of my feet when they finally trod out of sight.

I locked the door and headed for the secret room.
Yup, I have one for such occasions since we never lock doors when we leave.

I got out the emergency radio and hailed for outside help.
This is Mother Hen calling Rooster. Mother Hen calling Rooster. Come in Rooster.

 Is that you Eleanor? What's up?

I have a situation Bob. Got a few fellows here who are looking for a lost skiddoo.
I sent them with one of my cows to search but I think you need to send out a
 search party and find out what's going on.
I didn't want to be too nosy being alone out here.

Which way were they headed? They said they had kin on Bear Mountain.
 They just left so you might find them around Angus' Pass.

Will do.

Ok be careful. I mean it Bob.
Theres' a cougar out there and he looks pretty mean.

All right Mother Hen.

Over and out.

I was finally able to relax having sent out a search crew to help these guys without exposing Beau and Molly or myself to more danger.
It could have been a  very delicate situation but I took heart in that
the chickadees were still chirping and good sign as
 the forest knows danger.
"He will cover you with his feathers,
    and under his wings you will find refuge;
    his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart." psalms 91:4


Thursday, March 26, 2015


I tie Molly to Beaus' saddle in hopes she would lead
the other 5 cows home.
As we begin our journey, I once again am conscious
 of the spectacular beauty of the valley which now,
 with the morning rays of the sun,
 was bedazzled by diamonds in the ice crusted snow.
It was breath taking to behold.
Yawny was standing observing as well in the distance,
atop a small hill,sporting a full mane of  gold.

I named my wolf Yawny, as he had this nervous urge
 to keep yawning when ever you spoke to him.
He was undecided as to what he wanted to do and it
took a lot out of him.
Every time my eyes searched the horizon, there he was.

Crow stayed nearby too. It's as though he wanted
 to know our destination
so he could visit, as we visited him.
I named him Kalanu.

The trek was slow. The cows behaved and the
sun gradually became hotter.
I had to stop and get off Beau, to un layer.
By noon, we found a small grassy area bereft of snow.
I thought it would be an admirable spot to rest and
give Beau and the cows something
 to munch on.
Sweat poured down my brow and taking off  my
wide brimmed hat, I try wiping myself off when
 I hear it.
A chill goes up and down my spine as I grab for my rifle.
There is nothing innocent about a hungry cougar
prowling around a group of cows or even people.

I head off towards the sound when cat calls began
 to mix with growling and what seemed like
the beginning of a major battle.
There was Yawny, fur standing upright,
 alongside a tree with an un repenting ,
well muscled , adult cougar in it.

I aimed and shot. The shot missed the cougar but
gave him incentive to high tail
 it out of there with  Yawny at his heals.
I high tailed it back to Beau and Molly .

Ok guys. Sorry. We gotta go.

"No passing boat brought the truant back, though
 more than one pair of eyes looked out for the bright
hair under the round hat; and sunset came, bringing
no Rose but the lovely color in the western sky."
Louisa May Alcott

I began a tug of war with a reluctant Molly who was
just beginning to enjoy her day. I was determined not to be
 truant in my labor to get the cows home.
If I failed, spending another night outside, might
prove to be fatal.
 Thank fully the other cows faithfully herded
 alongside Molly.

How I found them to begin with, was beyond explanation.
My Molly girl has to be grounded when she
gets home I thought.

I began talking to myself and was glad no one was
 there to hear it and tell people
that I was close to losing it.

The only thing to fear is fear itself,  I explained to Beau.

Common Molly!!!

We need to adapt and find new ways to accomplish
our objective.
We can ignore the imagined risk and over come the
real risk if we have to.

I debated the pros and cons as to why the cougar
 would decide to return and stalk us
as Yawny and Kalanu do. Unlike my friends though,
 this cougar meant business.

We got to a clear cut path winding through another treed area.
Plenty of places for a Cougar to hide here, I thought.

We're not far now Molly.
There is some nice fresh hay waiting for you guys if you could
only hurry it up a bit.

I pulled out my rifle again just in case Beau bolted on me.

The light of day was close to disappearing but there it was....

I opened the gate of the coral and led my troupe through
 into the warmth and
 coziness of the barn. It was only then that I felt
a strange pressure lift off
my heart and rest on the heavy weariness of my bones and joints,
 from pulling two powerful and heavy animals.
 I collapsed into a bundle of fresh hay throwing
 my hat and lay there panting with closed eyes.

Slowly, after about 5 minutes, I got up.
There was still much to do but the animals all found their hay and
were content to be home.
I lit a gas lamp and sat admiring them, especially my Molly and Beau.

There is always something special when you raise
young whipper snappers from colt and calf.
They become a part of you, as you become a part of them.
To lose them, is like losing a part of yourself.

Then I thought about Yawny and what he did for us that day.
The world is full of guardian angels and they are always there
when you need them the most.
Hebrews 13-2 - Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:
for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.


Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Great Expectations

Dawn broke to a low full moon overlooking a foggy horizon.
 Slow, dying embers and smoke filtered through the air.
 Brother wolf had already departed, leaving me alone
 to tend to the morning chores.
I shuffle through the bag I used for a pillow, for rustic supplies.
A bag of oats I decide to share with Beau, my faithful, loyal
 steed and companion.

Herb stuffed pork sausages and bacon soon sizzle on a refurbished
 flame,topped with chopped onion and garlic.
 A pot of badly needed coffee, warms my cold hands as I pour from it
 into another metal cup absorbing the heat, equally as fast.

 I feel the warmth trickle down my throat, saturating the insides of my torso.
The outside, feeling like taught dry hide covering a skeletal form of life,
begins to melt and feel more supple.

 Life.... be it spiritual or physical, is felt all around me.
Solitude prevails.
 I am totally alone in the wilderness and yet I feel
united, blessed, protected.
 I am not alone. I am one with the forefathers of the forest.
They speak to me through the bristling brush and
the sway of old cedar.
A black crow watches from one of the lower branches,
 before deciding to gingerly step toe on the ground, cocking its' head and
 piercing eye, to have a better look.

 I smile.

 And?.........I ask him?
Do I meet with your approval?

 He struts to and fro as cocky as a bird I have ever seen, protecting his domain.
I realize, that at this rate, I would run out of bread to share with visitors.
 I rummage about in my bag again for flour specially crafted with raisins, for quick
meals and form some flat dough to pan in the fire.

 I watch him stand over the piece I threw him.
 He held it on the ground with one claw and slowly picked on it with his beak
 as if he had all the time in the world.

 It doesn't take long to make these flats breads and before I know it, I have 6 pieces
 to pack away.
The meat is filling and would keep me for the day.
If all goes well, I am going to make it home by night fall.
 Life, however, teaches one,
to always prepare for the worst and never to have expectations.
 Expectations are like pottery.
The harder you hold onto them, the quicker they crack.
Best to take it slow, one step at a time.

Beau was happy to have his body brushed of snow and a dry blanket thrown over him
under the western saddle.
I needed to keep him light, so we saddle a cow to act as a supply packhorse.
The sweet soul that she is, doesn't mind.
 It's as if she understands survival, is deserving of traveling in a pack, where safety
 is measured in numbers.
Her name is Molly and I raised her from a calf.
Straying is one of her irksome traits and the reason behind our tour of Gods' beautiful
mountain temple.
Unfortunately she is also the leader, for other cows who decide to follow her.

The smell of wolf, must still linger in her nostrils as she had close encounters before.
One can't expect love, acceptance, commitment and respect,
 when one has no understanding of concepts.
Cows don't have great expectations.
 They are there to accept what ever befalls them.
Everything is a gift, a given... as life is a given.  

"The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them."  Isaiah 11:6

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Love, Learn, Move On

Some things are meant to be and some are not so you
Love Learn and then move on.
The important thing is to try to get it right  but it doesn't mean
it is right or will ever be right.

Sitting on the range, smelling the cows and nature, feeling the cold
brisk air all around you, hearing a brook rushing over icy rocks
on its' way to somewhere, you have a chance to think about
what is important in life.
What can you give up or forsake ? Life? Freedom? Career?
Peace of mind?
Sitting, listening to cows quietly breathing and watching sparks of a crackling fire,
  dancing into the black of night,one can easily get lost in the arms of nature.

  Nothing can ever be so perfect as this very moment
when heaven and earth meet except maybe to have your horse come and
nudge you from behind.
Your  cold red fingers reach up to its' soft warm muzzle and as you caress
this warm blood, you know deep in your soul that this is where you belong.
This is the essence of life worth living.
It's clean and it's perfect and it all makes sense.

It is not long before civilization distracts your thoughts with  annoying  ski doos
buzzing through avalanche country and cowboy screams of drunken college boys
out to have a good time. Good to be young but deadly is the behavior
that challenges the woodland in the dark.
 They scared the wolf into showing itself and walking closer to the fire, tail
 tucked between its' legs.
Wild yellow eyes glistened up at you as if to ask permission to share your fire.
Ok old boy. That's ok. Come to share in the meal have you?
Gravy soaked bread  was thrown out to him which he immediately devoured.
Assured, he lay down and curled up to enjoy the company.
Funny how the wild animals have more dignity and savoir faire than the so called
intelligent human.

I pulled up the warm blanket around my shoulders and settled into a tree trunk
whose roots cradled me like a babe in its' mothers' gentle arms
Snow drifts covered the forest full of soft powdery snow and my eyes drifted
into a quiet peaceful sleep, knowing all will be well tonight.
Tonight I love and learn. Tomorrow... we'll move on.
Galations 2-20
I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me:
 and the life which I now live in the flesh, I live by the faith of the Son of God,
 who loved me, and gave himself for me.


Old Classical Rubens

This was a painting I was working on for a long time, layering paint.
 I finally got it to where I wanted it and then we lost it
during a move. lol
Mercury and Argus by Rubens  from the Metamorphosis by Ovid.
O well. Wasn't meant to be.
 I still have a picture of it. I might redo it again.
It's not as nice cause enlarging it changes the way it looked
but still it gives it some originality.
The story goes........
Zeus falls in love with Io, Heras' priestess and the daughter of Inachos.
Hera finds out, so Zeus  turned Io into a white cow and himself into a bull.

Hera was wise to his ways and asked to be given the cow who she put
under guard of Argus, her shepherd.
Zeus commands his son Mercury to set Io free, by lulling Argus to sleep
with an enchanted flute.
Mercury does so and then cuts off Argus's head.
Io escapes to Egypt and becomes the Goddess Isis.


Saturday, March 21, 2015

Ballerina Swan

This picture has been hanging on my wall for
the better part of my youth.
I used to sit and rock on my little rocking
chair listening to an LP of Swan Lake , over and over,
dreaming, making up a story
of this beautiful ballerina, before I even knew the story line behind it.
The music sure does speak to you, without a single word.

 I would then stand up and dance, pretending I was a ballerina and if only I had
a pair of shoes like she did, I would tell them a story and make the world right.
 Would I have become a ballerina?
Probably not since you need delicate, light bone structure, so I went into Karate
to learn self defense and exercise instead.
I did not have a big brother to take care of me
so I had to depend on myself.

This picture however keeps the dream alive and maybe if I ever have another life,
 in another time, one day, I might have a dream in this life come true and sacrifice all
to become a dancer, expressing a story of love, life, anguish, laughter, tears, from
 the deepest part of my being, my heart.
This is why I always had such passion for the violin and opera singing but I would never
have been good either because tears would flow into rivers.
 All people would see was a blubbering foolish woman lol

How tragic and romantic and beautiful life is.
 How wonderful to breath cool air and feel life bursting and coursing through your veins.
What richness of color feast your eyes in nature and life goes on...
never ending... always ....only beginning.
We live for ever both in life and in death.
We go forth in spirit, into the horizon and the future to live and to
fight for the glory of wisdom, perseverance, and justice.

We are all the same and yet so different.
We fight for love as seen through the eyes of those who truly
know what love is and we cry for those who will never know
for their heart is closed, in fear to give the only gift worth giving
and could never be for sale.
So much was learned by a child on a rocking chair without a single word,
from a picture on a wall and the music composed for it.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Abyssus Abyssum Invocat

 Abyssus abyssum invocat

 It is funny that when we come to discussing issues it is always about sex.
Sex always comes to the forefront.
On TV the other day , they put in 3 sex scenes which really wasted
 5 minutes on grunting and groaning and frankly damaged the movie
 content which could have done better without it.
Ended up when it came to those scenes , it was easy just to skip it and
 move on to what happened after that.

Has it finally happened? Has sex become boring to watch?
How about horror films? Are people becoming less sensitive to
 acts of violence?
Do people have more or less compassion for a person being raped and
 killed, watching how it happened or if the producer leaves it up to the
 imagination of the audience?

Many are of the opinion that people with criminal thoughts and
 fantasies are less liable to act them out in reality, if they are satisfied 
with seeing them  acted out on screen.
Question is, where and why would people have such fantasies to want
 to act out? Why would they want to torture a cat or turn the skin inside
 out keeping it alive? Why does it make them feel good to do this act?
Isn't mans' social nature to nurture and protect?
After all these years of teaching people especially parents, not to spank
 their kids, why do children still grow up to become violent and evil
 human beings?
We stopped spanking but opened doors to drugs,sex, violence in games and
 movies and telling people prostitution is ok, hoping it would stop 
psychological and physical abuse.
Our solution to problems arising out of all this, is to drug our kids.
(aquiris quodcumque vapi) you reap what you sew.

Sex has become more important than the issue of children and what
 they are forced to watch in life as they grow up.
It has become more important than finding traditional, God loving homes
 with a balance of a Mother and a Father, for  children who have none.
Human Rights has come to be used to defend the rights of abusers,
 rather than the rights of good ethical and moral people.
Laws have become so diluted so as to become proper excuses 
for doing what was always considered unlawful  and for the better 
of society as a whole.

A BBC movie called Nuts in May,

 was quite funny as it portrayed a very Conservative couple vis a vis an
unhappy but  tolerant man vis a vis an obnoxious couple who were 
willing to fight  to have their freedom to break laws and their rights
 not to be considerate of others.
A police man searched the Conservative couples' car
finding a weak tire, that could result in a fine, but harmless,
 as opposed to all the other bad things people got away with, 
which really could have been a lot more dangerous for many.
He let them go without fines, showing them tolerance.

Then Huff News reported a man being shot in the head at the
Washington border, for what apparently
 was seen as illegal border crossing. It cost him a shot in the head
 for using pepper spray on a patrol officer.
Could have been handled better but seems they want to save 
on court costs, as now the truth of what happened will never be known.
Another woman answered Craigs list for childrens clothing,
only to be attacked and have her baby cut out of her.
Social issues have never been easy to deal with.
Today they are trying to pass Cable laws so people could limit
what they want to watch on TV and maybe lower prices on cable.
This is good for parents who don't want children watching 
bad things on TV but still leaves the doors open to internet and iphones
and parents next door, who don't give a hoot .
People in Singapore reject Government censorship in what they watch
and read, but the result of what they are doing, makes for a docile society
and happy children.

However it could also , depending on what the demand will be,
cost the cable company more to run , since they will not be selling
 as many channels as before.
It may also bankrupt some channels which are good but less popular and
 boost some channels which people should not be watching because
 it gives them ideas they would otherwise not have ( ie sadistic killing).
Where do we set limits as to how much freedom is good and how much
 is bad, when people cannot set these limits for themselves?
Is it right to set limits to safe guard the rights of the innocent and the fragile
or does society have to become hard , less cordial,  forceful  and 
corrupt, in order to be seen as tolerant?
As we have seen through the eyes of history books, corruption is
always a lot more profitable.
People who are ingenious and criminal in the mind, make the most
money, have the most power and lead envied lives.

They get the best parts in movies,the best jobs in political institutions,
 in law firms, and even in religious sects.
The innocent and humble are always abused and used and even killed.
They make for easy prey.

Our movies also show this to be true, encourage bad behavior and 
mock those who try to do the right thing, as Nuts in May made clear 
when the Conservative male ran into the woods to cry.
 He then had to move his camp to one with no facilities, to sit by a river with pigs,
in a place rented out to them which was not a camp.
He was not being refunded the money he paid, for days he did not use
 at the legal first camp with so called rules.
Seems nice things invite bad people who come to destroy,
 leaving the people who try to make nice things, out in the cold sitting in dirt.
 These  same people will try to
 improve on things and probably have better food and water,
 which again will be invaded by destructive people,
 who want something for nothing.

Looking at our beautiful BC and where it is going today, it is clear that
improving infrastructure, only attracts more people to come to destroy it.
Veni.... Vedi.....Vici.

And where do we put the blame for all this?
Well , must be it goes all the way back to how we control ourselves and deal 
with behavioral responsibility,  accountability and sexual appetites.

In the end... sapientia est potentia  = Wisdom is power

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Father Ray Kelly Hallelujah

Wow this is so nice I had tears in my eyes.
What a memorable wedding for sure.
Father Ray Kelly seems to be having fun performing .
Hope you enjoy.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Okra Miracle.

 This is the recipe I always use for my okra.
1½ lbs okra
3 medium ripe tomatoes (peeled and diced)
1 small green pepper (sliced)
¼ yellow onion (chopped)
2 garlic cloves (chopped)
3 tbsp tomato sauce
Juice of ½ lemon
¼ tsp black pepper
2 tbsp olive oil
2 ½ tsp salt
2 cups water

Okra is washed and dried and the stem cut into a cone to stop oozing
Sometimes I just cut it into half inch pieces
 Then I pour olive oil, onions, garlic and saute a few minutes then. I add green peppers or red and chilli peppers and tomatoes Sometimes I put in celery.  I take 2 cups of water into which I add 1 can to tomato paste and stir.

This goes into the pot. Then lemon juice is added salt blk pepper oregano . Last I add the okra and cook on med heat for about 15 minutes and then simmer 30-40 min.

My husband loves it with rice.
Okra is fabulous for diabetics and treats inflammation of the respiratory tract, and for sore throats.
It is good for urinary problems, as a poultice for wounds, treats diarrhea,
Juice is good for skin itches and as a moisturizer.
The seeds are good for muscle spasms, fever head ache and arthritis.
It binds with cholesterol and bile acids  expelling them with stool.
Lowers blood sugar and also helps as a laxative.
It's also good to use on pimples.

Okra is what is known as a wonder vegetable.

Have a wonderful day.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

Dakotas Ride

What a powerful documentary.

"When you've been through the course, you have something then worth saying.
Don't blame any one for anything because we are killing our own people."

Abe Lincoln carries greatness for more than just giving the Black people freedom.
He massacred 38 Indians as opposed to the 300 that were supposed to be
. This is important news for Obama to

At school our teacher asked us where we found ourselves in our own body.
Our center point so to speak. I was the first up to answer and I said my heart.
The other kids said their head.
The teacher said this is interesting cause White people say the head , American Indians
say the heart and the Chinese say their stomach.

This really affected me to be different from my classmates, cause I was always in my heart and in my lungs.
This is where I live. My center point
Today I understand why, when the documentary speaks of the spiritual depression, American
Indians are suffering from.
I was always a spiritual person.( not depressive)
I loved nature, animals, more than I loved people. If I had a choice, I would rather be out there somewhere in nature by myself, as opposed to other people who really need to be around people.
My nature was to nurture, guard, protect.I would never be lonely as I would find so many things to do. I think I would find it very disturbing to find white people entering my domain of peace and beauty and destroying my means to feed myself  respecting the land.
What law is more important, mans' or natures'?

 The spiritual in me always connected me to something bigger than myself.
  To life... existence...being....God.
I guess I have always been an Indian at heart and I wonder if all the people that came to this country
as pioneers, did not feel the same things or was it just greed?

We are all connected by blood and by soul.

Interesting story.


Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Things That Don't Change
Four Strong Winds by Neil Young is one of my favorite songs.
The tune just came into me the other day and I  was singing it
in my head the whole day.

4 winds, from the north south east west.... these never change.
People are much like the wind. They spend their lives searching...
for a heart of gold.... (another of his songs)
only to go full circle and find there is no place like home.
Love this guy.


Saturday, March 7, 2015

Mango Blossoms

 Mango Blossoms

The sky groans and rumbles up above.
 Beneath the mango tree, I wonder ,
What maze my life must pass,
 Through a jet black forest?

Then my eyes get lifted,
 To a canopy of gold and
There I see you standing,
At God's eternal door.

 His mansion is enormous
With many souls inside and
Blossoms of the mango,
 Embroider faces of the wall.

 I try to feel the fullness and
 Sweetness of your breath
But you smiled and turned away and
 Left me at my best .

And now I hold a blossom
That fell from your black hair.
 A blossom.... he won't miss it
God .......who gives us all.
A Lady's Life
2015 03 05

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Life and Only Life

All Is Possible
 To come home is very possible,
To get a hug from those you love.
To feel a hand that's always been there
 In times when you were hurt or sad.

To get love is very possible.
 From friends who know you through and through .
With whom you joked and roamed the landscape.
 With whom you shared a life that's true.

 To fill a heart is very possible,
With things unique to ones' own soul.
A smile, a touch, a scent, a story,
 A love that will always be your own.

 To know the truth is very possible.
 Accepting it, is bitter sweet.
 Truth stands tall in weeds and meadows.
 There is nothing like it in the world at all.

 The possibility of strife,
 Is known as part of every life and
Every life walks pebbled shores
Smoothing faith for our dead |Lord.

 It's possible all life goes on,
 Born eternal to know the glory of the son.
 The spirit grows to include all and
Death is not a possibility at all.
 A Lady's Life 2015 03 05

finer things

Picture by Marco Muller
The Finer Things.

 In the stillness of the forest
 A warbler chirps a song of spring
He sings: "Wake Up! For dawn is rising!
Don't miss out, on the finer things!"

 You'll miss the sunrise over hill tops.
You'll miss the fish jump in the pond.
You'll miss all the woodland children,
 Peeking out of nests so worn.

You'll miss all the gentle breezes .
You'll miss the kiss of soft wet dew.
 But most of all, you'll miss me darling.
A Love so bright, when it shines on you.

 In the stillness of the forest,
 A warbler sings to greet the light.
 A morning brighter than the moonlight.
 A morning warmer, than the mist of night.
A Lady's Life 2015 03 04

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

jugglin michael davis

This is sooo funny even I had to burst out laughing.
Well done!!

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

I'm So Pretty

Wisdom is not a product of schooling but of
 a lifetime attempt to acquire it.

By three methods we learn wisdom .
The first by reflection, which is the noblest,
 the second by imitation, which is easiest and
the third, by experience , which is the most bitter


Monday, March 2, 2015

Finding Happiness in Life

"Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued,
 is always just beyond your grasp but 
when you will sit down quietly, 
may alight upon you."
  Nathaniel Hawthorne

Saturday, February 28, 2015

NO.... but maybe YES

Every one knows Betty White from the Golden girls.
Here she is when she was young along with Jimmy Boyd, the
 toothy freckled little boy, with a lot of spunk.
Gosh what a lovely voice she had.
Jimmy Boyd sang I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus and Tell Me a Story
and others like it
He sang so many different songs. I am sure every one remembers him.
It's just that  we forget, until we come across him and then say
Oh Ya..... How about that. I forgot about him. lol
The days are getting to be sunny and wonderful to wake up to.

I finally got to go to the pool,  sauna , steam room and hot tub with my son.
The place was full of people my age so now I am hoping my husband
will go with me.
Will do us both good.
Stretched my calves and thigh muscles and they hurt the next day.
I was going to tell my guys that I will go every day but now...
I dont think so lol
3 1/2 hours in one day was enough to conk me out for the next day but
skip a day and I am  ready to up an at em again.
My son would not let me go to the gym.
He said I have to break myself in easy.

Now what does he know lol Guess lots. lol

Was nice to sweat my pores out  though.
Reminded me of the good ol days when working out every
day was a thrill. Later, working out meant cleaning house washing clothes and floors
 playing with babies becoming a muscle woman bag lady, pushing strollers and
carrying shopping bags.
Easier to work out...3 1/2 hours and then be done .
 The other way is a 26 hour job.
in a 24 hour day.
But we all do it and when the kids grow up, wish those days would be back.

Anyway, we find other things to do and can once again enjoy what is called

Well. .... People who know me well know I'm the Lady that says no no no but
 it always sounds like yes and so don;t believe a word I say lol

Have a wonderful day.

Monday, February 23, 2015

little boy and old man

Old man , old man, is the world really round?
Tell me where in the world can a blue bird can be found?
Tell me where is the sky up above so blue
and when you were a boy did you cry like I do?

What becomes of the sun when it falls in the sea
and who lights it again so that we can see?
Tell me why can't I fly without wings when I try
I just can't understand why you're crying old man?

Little boy, little boy, yes it's true
The world is round
 But I never did find
Where the bluebird is found and
the sky is so blue,just because of love
May your sky always be, like the blue sky above

And the sun only seems to fall into the sea
If the sun always shone
how could moonlight be?
Little boy you can't fly, you might fall and I..
Well good bye, little boy,
 Good bye.

Old people and children have so much in common.

Little boy says I drop things. Old man says so do I
Little boy says I wet my pants, old man says so do I
Little boy says grown ups dont pay attention to me
Old man says  same with me
Little boy says I often cry, old man says so do I.

When you have things in common with other people,
esp old people, kids don't feel that bad .
I guess this is why a home should include grand parents.
The more communication there is between people,
the better it is.

I loved the songs from my time.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Miltons World

We have no snow up in the ski slopes.
Most of the ski mountains are closed for the season.
We look across at the US and marvel as usual at Mt Baker
 which is packed with snow.

 Here in BC flowers are growing and I am looking at planting
more seeds sooner than later.
 Reading up on things I found out how to tell what kind of soil
you have in your back yard.
You pick up some soil and press it in your hand.
 If it falls apart very easily it's sand.
 If it clumps, it's clay and if it's soft and crumbly, it's loam.
Knowing this, you can determine what kind of plants will
 survive in the type of soil you have.
 Now I know how farmers can determine if their soil is good for the crops
they want to plant. I dont know why they smell the soil though.
I looked it up and they said the way to test soil the best way you can
at home is to:

Quick & Dirty Method:
This won’t give you a specific reading, but it can give you an idea whether or not it’s acidic or alkaline.
  • Vinegar: Take a sample of dry dirt (about 1/4 cup), mix with distilled water to make a liquid “mud” and then start pouring household vinegar over top. If the mixture fizzes, it’s alkaline.
  • Baking soda: Mix dry dirt and distilled water as above then start sprinkling baking soda over top. If the mixture bubbles, it’s acidic.
If neither test produces a reaction, you have fairly neutral soil.

 I also found out things about wild rice and why maybe it's healthier
 to eat that than normal rice, which seems to contain lead.
Not many eat it and it's grown in the wild, so no chemicals in it.

 I learned how to make fish nets which can be used for so many
 things from hammocks, to carrying nets, to traps for birds and animals
 you may need in the wild for food, to containers you can hang food from
 high branches in trees.

One link I found made it so easy and without special tools.

 I learned how to make glue from tree resin and ash to seal things and
 how to make water proof baskets from tree bark using things from nature.

 I learned how to use the little dipper to find my bearings in the woods
 if ever I am without a compass.
 I learned many ways of starting a fire in the woods to keep warm and how
to make a shelter from the rain that is also soft to lie on.

 I learned how to use roots to make string.

 I love the idea of using the pop can ring tops (which you push up to open cans)
 to put on clothes hanger hooks so that you have an extra place to hang
 another hanger on for shirts, which result in space saving.
They can be collected, use very little space and when you need a ring,
they are there to help you.

So much to learn, it makes me want to go out and try living outdoors more.

What a great life to live in such peace with the little critters that inhabit
forests and spend so much time collecting  food.

I learned buffalo are needed because they carry seeds in their fur and transplant
them into different areas. Not good to kill buffalo.

Hides of elk are cleaned of fat and then warm water is put on them and they are folded
away for a few days and when they are opened, the skin is soft without tanning.

How interesting life is and how much is lost as the old ones pass away.


Monday, February 16, 2015

Tell Me A Story

When I was a kid I listened to this song over and over and over.
This was a time when spanking was legal and as can be seen
kids were tough. No psychological damage
And it made me feel better if my Dad ever spanked me.
In those days no one felt bad cause we all got
Life on my street was very entertaining. All the kids grew up to
 be great people.

Frankie Laine - Tell Me A Story Lyrics

 Tell me story, tell me story
Tell me story, remember what you said
You promised me you said you would
You got to give in, so I'll be good
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed

Oh, worry, worry, weary ends my day
Comes the time to go home without my raise in pay
Home by the fire where a man can just relax
Sippers there by the chair, not a worry, not a care
Along comes Junior swinging his little axe

Tell me a story, tell me a story
Tell me a story, remember what you said
Tell me about the birds and bees
How do you make a chicken sneeze?
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed

Came home so late one evening last July
Played a little poker the time had passed me by
Shoes in my hand and my darlin' wife in bed
Up the stairs sayin' a prayer
Then a voice comes through the air

Hi you there, daddy
Remember what you said

Tell me a story, tell me a story
Tell me a story, remember what you said
Tell me how your eye got black
Because the doorway hit you back
Tell me a story then I'll go to bed

Once upon a time I remember long ago
Don't go back in history, your memory's kinda slow
Stop your noisy talkin' until I finish with my tale

Once upon a, upon a what
Upon your back, you'll get a swat
Tell me about the fish you caught
That's was bigger than a whale

Tell me a story, tell me a story
Tell me a story, remember what you said
You promised me, you said you would
You gotta give in, so I'll be good

Here's a tale you'll never forget
(Tap, tap, tap)
Ouch, my tails all red
And now get up to bed
Ha, ha come on daddy, tell me a story, hee, he

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Ban Chok Dee Thai Cuisine

Ban Chok Dee Thai Cuisine, in Langley BC was a fun place to go.
It is run by Thai people and the food is to die for.
The service was excellent and the customers were very nice as well
Highly recommended .
Across the street was Douglas Recreation Center which had an
arched kind of covered outdoor theater and
one could watch the performances
from the restaurant.

Drunken Monkey was so tasty
Most of the drinks were like fruit punch and so good.
We had Tum Yum Gooong soup which was full of goodies. Yum Yum!
The place was packed and you needed reservations. Good thing they had a patio.
The patio had ceiling heating fresh air and a much better view.
One could see inside people were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
We also had spicy calamari and panang curry with pork . MMMMM
First place we find that has original Thai recipes.
This beautiful wood carving  had to be photographed.xoxox

August in February Jubilee

This is the first flower of the new year from a pot on
my balcony I am elated! So today I checked out the
bulbs I left indoors and saw they were rooting.
 I kept them in the bag because I was afraid that putting
 them into pots would freeze the bulbs.
 That didn't happen. Instead, the ones I did pot are all sprouting.
 Even the rose in the front yard is pushing out leaves.
 So today I potted them and if they continue to grow,
 I will have flowers for a long time till spring.

 Today I also discovered tons of bunnies in my black berry bushes.
They must have stayed there all winter and had more babies.

 So It's a great day.!


Saturday, February 14, 2015


Some may not agree but it is nice to have a day set aside for Love.
 It helps us remember that we are spiritual beings.
 It matters not if you are married or single or
 have someone special in your heart to love.
You are not alone.
There is always someone who needs love and
this is the day for it.
 Show yourself through acts of kindness.
Smile and remember
God always loves YOU!

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

A World Pretending to Care

A World Pretending to Care

The story was about a beautiful angel, who lived
in a beautiful family consisting of a Father, a Mother,
and two younger brothers. She blossomed under Gods'
light without a care in the world.
She believed the world to be good since her small world
was good.
She believed people to be good, since the people
around her were good.
She excelled in school, sang in the choir, helped by doing her chores,
wrote beautiful poetry and her paintings were loved by all who saw them.
She was generous with all her work and gave everything she made away
to people, just to see them smile.

As the years went by, more and more people began to come to her
with their burdens and their desires.
She tried to help them but the more she helped, the more she began to see
that people wanted help but then went back to continue what put them
into dire straights in the first place.

As more and more hands began to grab her, to quench their desires,
 only to be rejected, more and more evil words were thrown at her
and at her family for standing out.

Her beautiful world suddenly turned dark . Her voice was no
longer heard over the deafening noise of chants and drums and
deafening screams that was called music.
The faces around her were black, the clothes were black, and
the angel found herself alone and her soul was tormented by
 her environment.



The angel lifted up her arms to show her hands. I would.. but see
I have nothing more to give.
I have nothing.
YES! YOU DO!!. they  belched back at her.
We want your soul join us.hahahahaha
Yes... to join us hahahahahaha

My soul?
Oh no. My soul is who I am. I am an angel.
That is something I cannot give, for this would end my life.

Your Life?
You have a life?
You said you have nothing.
You lied angel.

I said I had nothing more to give.
I gave everything away.

They laughed as they taunted her for being good.
We want your life angel, so we can live too.
As an angel, it is your DUTY to give us what we want since
Your job is to be GOOD.

My Job??? the angel stuttered, surrounded by the black objects
that now became thousands.
She did not see them as people anymore.
They were not human.

The angel fell on her knees and looked up into the sky,
her face covered in tears.
Her arms slowly lifted up to God and she cried out to him.
God! What is my job now? The people are gone.
My life is being stolen!
 I cannot give it freely since this soul belongs
to you!

As she begged God to tell her what to do, the skies opened
and a blinding light shone through, forcing every one to cover
their eyes.
When it left, all stood blind, except the angel,
whose arms still were held up to the sky.
She smiled and nodded.

Thank you God.
I know what to do now.
She stood up and went home.

She opened the front door and there stood all the people.
Her Mother and Father and brothers, the choir,
and all the people she shared with.
In the back of the room stood God.
 He held out his arms to her
and said
 Child. You are home. Here is your life and love,
your heart and soul.
 Your face is  glowing and you are the
the envy of the world.

You gave but the world did not
You loved but the world did not.
The world is blind but here,
we all can see.

The angel was soo happy to be surrounded
by the love she grew up in but inside, her spirit
still cried for the blind, the non humans
she left outside her door, who could not hurt her

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Years Have Told me.....

"Years have told me.. what days didn't know."
A friend sent me this quote and I found it to be
 wise and so true.

In this technical world, people miss out on education.
Education teaches one the ability to think.
More importantly time and experience educates us all.

Many today listen or read and say:
 No, there is nothing wrong with that.

They do not see the fine print in between, which discloses
that maybe there might be a lot wrong once you take
 off the fine  packaging.

We find new ideas about what we should eat, what kills us.

Well death kills but when it comes to food,
everything they say is bad for us, was survival food in times of
scarcity. Today, food kills.
Tobacco    Tobacco kills
Bullets      Bullets kill
Behavior. Behavior kills
Drugs       Drugs kill
Lifestyle   Lifestyle kills
Ignorance  Ignorance kills
Lies           Lies kill
Truth         Truth kills

Every word, has a fine line one needs to cross, before
a friend, turns into an enemy.

We find old people, with cures doctors do not know.
We have doctors who do not know how to cure.
We have teachers who do not know how to teach.
We have judges who do not know how to judge.
We have historians, philosophers, mathematicians, physicists
psychiatrists etc... who send you on a tangent, away from truth.

Every one has ideas and as individuals, we are told to choose.
How we make our choices makes all the difference..
New generations do not experience what the old generations did
so for them something dangerous, is seen as innocent and ok.

For all of technologys' progress, life does not move forward
but follows the same pattern of self destruction.
War , hate, power, sex, alienation etc...
We think technology is better so things are different but life plays tricks.
It does not disclose that for every positive, there is a negative and
every time we think something is ok, the fine print says no.

You can't fool Mother Nature as they say, for she always has the last word.
You can't fool God by thinking he does not exist.
You can't fool him in his name ,  to do wrong.

Years have told me what days didn't know.
What I know today, I'll never know again
What I see today, I'll always see.
We stand divided, disinfected and infected.
We live, we fight and we die...
but some escape....
those from yesterday, the learned, who do not seek
but spend a lifetime living in quiet solitude.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Life and Questions

What's more important?

 Words or images
 words or touch
 words or smell
words or sound
words or feelings
words or taste
words or hearing

words or proprioception ie: clap hands with eyes closed.
writing with a pencil using correct pressure
 navigating through narrow space

 words or the vestibular which measure gravity,acceleration
 body movements,head position
ie: moving in an elevator
walking on a balance beam
knowing if you are lying down or standing up.

Analyzing everything, helps one conclude that all of the above
makes us the people that we are or makes us the people, we are capable of being
Being a rounded person requires using everything at your disposal.
life experiences, education, the 7 senses, math, science, religion, art, music etc....
Everything is important  Importance is found in everything.
Living, is to have access to it all, no matter who you are.

A very endearing movie to watch:

 Words and Pictures

with Clive Owen and Juliette Binoche and Bruce Davison.


The veggie burger = 1 tbs of flax with 3 tbs water or 1 egg,
1 cup mashed black beans
1 cup sweet potato
1/3 cup diced onion, 1/3 cup celery
2 cloves garlic, 1 tbs olive oil
3/4 tsp Italian seasoning , 1/2 tsp garlic powder, 1/2 tsp parsley
1/4 tsp salt 1/8th tsp cayenne 1.5 cups oats

4 buns 4 slices jack cheese lettuce spinach
Meal fit for a king.


Friday, February 6, 2015

Lifes' Tonic

Today I made myself a ginger tonic
It was very good, energizing  and heaty.
I don't recommend it to grumpy people lol
Tonics won't help what ails them.

"Jesus had to deal with a lot of difficult people.
 Here are FOUR methods he modeled through his life:
  1. Realize you can't please everybody (John 5:30). Even God can't do that. Some want rain and others want sunshine.
  2. Refuse to play their game (Matt. 22:18). 
  3. Learn to say no to unrealistic expectations. Confront them by "telling the truth in love."
  4. Never retaliate (Matt. 5:38-39). It only lowers you to their level.
  5. Pray for them (Matt. 5:44). It will help both of you. Let God handle them."

Looking at the world today, seems no one is happy
Every one has unrealistic expectations
Every one retaliates and as for Prayer, not many seek solace in it.

When I was a child and had a night mare, it always helped me
 knowing God was watching over me. My belief in God, covered me with his aura
and  when  evil confronted me, it never saw me and walked on by.
Left me speechless every time and comforted.

I wonder how many soldiers experienced this, when bullets, that should have hit them,
flew by instead . My Grand Father walked on streets being bombed and
never hurried to a bomb shelter.
 By the time he would reach one, the bombing would stop.
When we speak of faith, this is what we are talking about.
Through faith, small miracles happen every day.

When you experience something so positive, you want to tell every one.
So I ended up doing just that.
You can't change old people cause they are set in their ways but the young people
are innocent and might want to investigate the words of truth , and common sense,
for themselves. It does no harm and makes them rounded people.
Religion is for people to learn from, to become better people, not to be interpreted
literally so crime and violence continues.
 Religion is not for people to be brainwashed by. It should not be an opiate, nor a drug.
In life, a little of everything goes a long way.

Sending every one a blessing.
For the sick - health
For the weary - strength
For the blind - sight
May life be a source of beauty and joy to remember.
May darkness lift off the face of this earth so light may shine in.
 May hearts be filled with loves tonic, instead of hate.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

Sal Mon Tales

I guess it's not normal to flare our nostrils lol -
Only 30% of us can flare our nostrils. -
21% of us don't make our bed daily. 5% of us never do. -
 Men do 29% of laundry each week.
Only 7% of women trust their husbands to do it correctly. -
 40% of women have hurled footwear at a man. -
3 out of 4 of us store our dollar bills in rigid order with singles leading up to higher denominations. - 91% lie regularly, so you can just throw away statistics like these based on their answers *grin* - 27% admit to cheating on a test or quiz. -
29% admit they've intentionally stolen something from a store. -
 50% admit they regularly sneak food into movie theaters to avoid the high prices of snack foods. - 90% believe in divine retribution (but apparently not for lying) -
10% believe in the 10 Commandments. -
82% believe in an afterlife. -
45% believe in ghosts. -
13% (mostly men) have spent a night in jail. -
29% are virgins when they marry. -
58.4% have called into work sick when we weren't. -
10% of us switch tags in the store to pay less for an item. -
Over 50% believe in spanking - but only a child over 2 years old. -
 35% give to charity at least once a month. - How far would you go for $10 million?
25% would abandon their friends, family, and church.
7% would murder. -
 69% eat the cake before the frosting. - When nobody else is around,
47% drink straight from the carton. -
 22% of us skip lunch daily. - 9% of us skip breakfast daily. -
14% of us eat the watermelon seeds. -
Only 13% brush our teeth from side to side. -
45% use mouthwash every day. -
 22% leave the glob of toothpaste in the sink. -
The typical shower is 101 degrees F. - Nearly 1/3 of U.S. women color their hair. - 9% of women and 8% of men have had cosmetic surgery. -
53% of women will not leave the house without makeup on. -
 58% of women paint their nails regularly. -
 33% of women lie about their weight. - 10% claim to have seen a ghost. -
57% have had deja vu. -
49% believe in ESP. - 4 out of 5 of us have suffered from hemorrhoids. -
 44% have broken a bone. -
 14% have attended a self-help meeting. -
15% regularly go to a shrink. -
78% would rather die quickly than live in a retirement home. -
 46.5% of men say they ALWAYS put the seat down after they've used the toilet, yet women claim to ALWAYS find it up. What's up? -
30% of us refuse to sit on a public toilet seat. -
54.2% of us always wash our hands after using the toilet. -
28.1% pee in the pool. Think about that next time you go swimming! -
39% of us peek in our host's bathroom cabinet.
17% have been caught by the host... whoops, "uh.. just looking for the uh..." -
81.3% would tell an acquaintance to zip it (his pants). -
71.6% of us eavesdrop. - 22% are functionally illiterate.
 [Reminds me of the lady who said, "My son ain't illiterate. We was married two weeks before he was born!"] - Less than 10% are trilingual. -
37% claim to know how to use all the features on their VCR. -
53% prefer ATM machines over tellers. -
56% of women do the bills in a marriage. - 2 out of 3 of us wouldn't give up our spouse even for a night for a million bucks. Now, make it TWO million and half the night... : ) -
20% of us have played in a band at one time in our life. -
40% of us have had music lessons. -
 66% of women and 59% of men have used a mix to cook and taken credit for doing it from scratch. - 53% read their horoscopes regularly. -
16% of us have forgotten our own wedding anniversary, mostly men, (and they say statistics don't lie. See 91% Americans lie regularly for details. Yeah, we know the rest of you men just have wives who TELL you the anniversary is coming up!) -
59% of us say we're average-looking. - Blacks are more than twice as likely to call themselves beautiful. -
90% of us depend on alarm clocks to wake us. -
53% of us would take advice from Anne Landers. -
28% of us have skinny-dipped.
14% with the opposite sex. -
51% of adults dress up for a Halloween festivity. - On average, we send 38 Christmas cards every year. -
20% of women consider their parents to be their best friends. - 2 out of 5 have married their first love. - The biggest cause of matrimonial fighting is money. -
 Only 4% asked the parents' approval for their bride's hand. - 1 in 5 men proposed on his knees. - 6% propose over the phone, [but that includes only of those who were accepted over the phone, not those who were hung up on] -
71% can drive a stick-shift car. -
45% of us consistantly follow the speed limit. [Must be the over 55 crowd : ) ] - 2/3 of us speed up at a yellow light. -
1/3 of us don't wear seat belts. -
12% of men never use their car blinkers. -
44% of men tailgate to speed up the person in front of them. -
25% drive after they've been drinking. - 4 out of 5 sing in the car. - 1 in 3 have had an extramarital affair. -
62% think there is nothing wrong with affairs

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Being Koi

These are my beautiful Koi.
It is relaxing to watch them as they live in a world,
oblivious to the Gods around them. lol
 We had a lot of fish and they were all very educational to
learn from. So what is special about these?
 Well, they made remarkable meals to rascal coons.
Good sushi a la carte.
 Even though they had places to hide under rocks, those rascals
had no problem fishing them out.

Koi taste like carp. (Not that I would ever eat my pets.)
They have lots of bones like carp too.
My Mom used to fry carp dipped in flour and then she would
make a great tomato sauce with onions and cover them in a pan and
 bake them.
After everything cools, you put the dish into the fridge and wait
till meal time. MMMM so delicious.

Other times my Mom would fry the carp pieces and then marinate them
in a vinegar mixture with oil and seasonings .
I wish I knew how she did it. You have to eat it within a week, time wise.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Sake Me Good

Now this is a good bottle of Sake.
Dig the price.
Nothing beats a nice hot Sake sitting by a crackling
fireplace, in front of a large window, in a mountain
snow fall. A big, hazy moon in the back ground makes a fine
setting, just peeking out at you.

There is a nice Hostel offering single rooms for unbelievable prices
at Whistler called Hi-Whistler. Bunk beds go for 33 dollars a night.
The place is popular with hikers, snow boarders and skiers who stay till
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Many people drive up into the mountain and park during the day.
They take out the picnic baskets and the folding chairs, a nice warm blanky
and sit enjoying the heat of the sun. Sometimes it gets so hot you can sit and suntan
just like on the beach in the Carribean.
Unbelievable beauty up there.
 The camera just does not do it justice.

If you have a chance to experience something like this,
do it.