Dutch Haven Shoo-Fly Pie Bakery - Paradise / Lancaster County, PA

I would really like to go there.

Titoonic & T-Viral - Christmas Greetings 2005: Brat Invasion

I am actually bored. It's not that I don't have ten tons of stuff to do, but I am just not with it. Guess I'll get a movie and go watch it in the living room and fold clothes. I am going to make a meat loaf tonight for my son Jake. He and his wife, Jessica, are down from DC for the holiday. He has actaully been spending time with us. Now that they are married, I guess I can get some time with him.

Leroy is out working on our bike. It has been flat for ages!!!

I Am Bored - Sites for when you're bored.

 

Crabby OLD LADY
> >
> > When an old lady died in the geriatric ward of a small
> >hospital near Dundee, Scotland, it was believed that she had nothing
left
> >of any value. Later, when the nurses were going through her meager
> >possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed
the
> >staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the
hospital.
> >One nurse took her copy to Ireland.
> >
> > The old lady's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared
in
> >the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the North Ireland
> > Association for Mental Health. A slide presentation has
also
> >been made based on her simple, but eloquent, poem. And this little old
> >Scottish lady, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author
of
> >this "anonymous" poem winging across the "Crabby Old Woman."
> >
> > What do you see, nurses?
> > What do you see?
> > What are you thinking
> > When you're looking at me?
> >
> > A crabby old woman,
> > Not very wise,
> > Uncertain of habit,
> > With faraway eyes?
> >
> > Who dribbles her food
> > And makes no reply
> > When you say in a loud voice,
> > "I do wish you'd try!"
> >
> > Who seems not to notice
> > The things that you do,
> > And forever is losing
> > A stocking or shoe?
> >
> > Who, resisting or not,
> > Lets you do as you will,
> > With bathing and feeding,
> > The long day to fill?
> >
> > Is that what you're thinking?
> > Is that what you see?
> > Then open your eyes, nurse,
> > You're not looking at me.
> >
> > I'll tell you who I am
> > As I sit here so still,
> > As I do at your bidding,
> > As I eat at your will.
> >
> > I'm a small child of ten
> > With a father and mother,
> > Brothers and sisters,
> > Who love one another.
> >
> > A young girl of sixteen
> > With wings on her feet
> > Dreaming that soon now
> > A lover she'll meet.
> >
> > A bride soon at twenty,
> > my heart gives a leap,
> > Remembering the vows
> > That I promised to keep.
> >
> > At twenty-five now,
> > I have young of my own,
> > Who need me to guide
> > And a secure happy home.
> >
> > A woman of thirty,
> > My young now grown fast,
> > Bound to each other
> > With ties that should last.
> >
> > At forty, my young sons
> > Have grown and are gone,
> > But my man's beside me
> > To see I don't mourn.
> >
> > At fifty once more,
> > Babies play round my knee,
> > Again we know children,
> > My loved one and me.
> >
> > Dark days are upon me,
> > My husband is dead,
> > I look at the future,
> > I shudder with dread.
> >
> > For my young are all rearing
> > Young of their own,
> > And I think of the years
> > And the love that I've known.
> >
> > I'm now an old woman
> > And nature is cruel;
> > 'Tis jest to make old age
> > Look like a fool.
> >
> > The body, it crumbles,
> > Grace and vigor depart,
> > There is now a stone
> > Where I once had a heart.
> >
> > But inside this old carcass
> > A young girl still dwells,
> > And now and again,
> > My battered heart swells.
> >
> > I remember the joys,
> > I remember the pain,
> > And I'm loving and living
> > Life over again.
> >
> > I think of the years
> > All too few, gone too fast,
> > And accept the stark fact
> > That nothing can last.
> >
> > So open your eyes, people,
> > Open and see,
> > Not a crabby old woman;
> > Look closer . . . see ME!!

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I have a headache.

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Get Organized Now! Idea-Pak

This is some weird stuff I found on a young girls blog I stumbled upon.


BLUE

??Which colour of Death is yours??
brought to you by Who ever

I am still looking for new position, but not always like I should. I DO NOT want a job I don't like though. That temp position I had for a couple of months sucked.

I really have a lot to do around here, so I guess I should get up. I cooked breakfast this morning. Bacon and eggs.

I wish it were summer, it would be so much more fun to be off work in the freakin' summer!!!!!!!!!!! But NOOOOOoooo, my dumb butt takes the temp job and screws up a couple of really great months, and now I could be working while it is GOOD to be inside. humprh

Got George back to school yesterday.

We had a nice holiday, and the kids were out all week. Jake and his wife drove to New York to site see the day after Thanksgiving. I want to see New York just one time!!! I've seen pretty much everything else I have wanted to see except maybe Niagra falls.

I guess there is a lot I have't seen though.....................I wish I could take the kids to the Grand Canyon.

Here it is: Grandma's Banana-Nut Bread (the BEST)
2 C Flour
1 tsp.baking soda
1/2 C shortening
1 C Sugar
2 Eggs
3 Very Ripe Bananas (turning black)
2 Tbsp.Buttermilk
1/2 C chopped nuts

Preheat oven to 350,
Sift flour and soda together. Cream softened butter and sugar until fluffy. Beat eggs in a small bowl, then add to creamed mixture. Mash bananas very well, then add to creamed mixture. Add buttermilk and flour alternately, then stir in the nuts. Pour batter into greased loaf pan, and bake at 350 degrees for one hour. Best served piping hot with real butter!

George broke his collar bone in the last game of the season for Basketball. His chool's team was 5 and 0. THEN he had an alergic reactioon to codeine! We are havin fun round hear...........................

A man and a woman, who had never met before but were
both married to other people, found themselves assigned
to the same sleeping room on a Transcontinental train.
Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a
room, They were both very tired and fell asleep quickly...
he in the upper bunk and she in the lower.

At 1:00 AM, the man leaned over and gently woke the
woman saying, "Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would
you be willing to reach into the closet to get me a second
blanket? I'm awfully cold."

"I have a better idea," she replied "Just for tonight, let's
pretend that we're married."

"Wow! That's a great idea!" he exclaimed.

"Good," she replied. "Get your own damn blanket!"

After a moment of silence, he farted.

This is us. We're skinnier now though! 

 

Turkey in the Straw - animated Flash ecard by Jacquie Lawson