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Monday, October 20, 2008
One for the girls
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my shape to keep.
Please no wrinkles, Please no bags
And please lift my butt before it sags.
Please no age spots, Please no gray
And as for my belly, Please take it away.
Please keep me healthy, Please keep me young,
And thank you Dear Lord, For all that you've done.
Five tips for a woman.....
1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.
2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.
3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.
4. It is important that a man loves you and spoils you.
5. It is very important that these four men don't know each other.
Foot Note:
One saggy boob said to the other saggy boob:
'If we don't get some support soon, people will think we're nuts.'
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Jicama-cama- cama-cama-cama- chameleon
by Jamie Van Eaton, Low Carb Examiner
Atkins induction friendly, a jicama can easily weigh
a pound or more. (courtesy of: www.foodsubs.com)With apologies to Boy George, one of the most exciting things about eating whole, healthful foods is the ability to try new things for old experiences.
Do you miss hashed browns? Bristle at the lack of potato in your current regimen? Are you searching for a food which could be (dare I say it) a passable apple replacement in various sweet recipes and spreads?
Like a chameleon, jicama (pronounced hee-kah-mah) takes it rightful place in many dishes, lending its crunch and apple-like texture and mild flavor, making it a favorite among people who are missing out on hashed browns (as an example. Recipe follows below). From slaws to slabs, this underground beauty struts its stuff in its rightful place in many a low-carbohydrate, (or otherwise health conscious) kitchen.
This terrific tuber is loaded with Vitamin C (in fact, only one cup provides over 40% of the recommended daily allowance) and can be found in the fresh vegetable aisle of your local supermarket (look for skin still intact and with no bruising). Jicama can be stored for up to 2 weeks in a plastic sack in the refrigerator.
Known for its very fibrous and crunchy texture (not unlike an extra-crisp Granny Smith Apple), this root is jokingly infamous for its inability to break down into something softer without extreme effort. A friend of mine jokes that after a nuclear holocaust, we can be sure of one thing only: the jicama will still be crunchy.
Luckily, there are several ways to make the jicama more amicable to individual cooking needs. Differing cooks will generally present various ways of preparing the jicama to yield the results of the recipe. Slicing and freezing is one way many claim softening occurs. Others boil theirs prior to use. (I slice mine and leave them in a pot overnight covered with hot water for most applications).
While one large jicama is extremely high in carbohydrates (100 to be more precise), half of those carbs are fiber, bringing this tremendous tuber to roughly only 50 net carbs. Use one cup at a time and you've ingested only 11.5 carbohydrates and 6 grams of fiber, bringing that total to only 5.5 net carbs.
Not bad for a root many have passed over at the grocery store time and again.
Nutritional Information (1 cup jicama)
Calories: 49.5
Carbohydrates: 11.5 g
Fiber: 6 g
Net Carbohydrates: 5.5 g
Protein: 1 g
Fat: 0 g
To give credit where credit is due, I found this in a link from Wifezilla's newsletter...
I like to eat it raw with a Mexican fruit spice sprinkled on it. Yummy...Bug
Monday, September 29, 2008
Date: Monday, September 30, 2008
Dear Ms. Ezell:
Thank you for your letter of September 25. After careful consideration I regret to inform you that I am unable to accept your refusal to offer me employment with your firm. This year I have been particularly fortunate in receiving an unusually large number of rejection letters. With such a varied and promising field of corporate candidates it is impossible to accept all refusals for employment.
Despite your company's outstanding qualifications and previous experience in rejecting applicants, I find that your rejection does not meet with my needs at this time. Therefore, I will initiate employment with your firm immediately following vacation.
I look forward to seeing you then.
Best of luck in rejecting future candidates.
Sincerely,
Marc Taylor 
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I just wanted to get the day over with and...go down to Smokey's for a few cold ones. Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655. Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day. Full dress was hot in the August sun. Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever - the heat and humidity at the same - level both too high.
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new. It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace. An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed. She had a cane and a sheaf of flowers, about four or five bunches as best I could tell.
I couldn't help myself. The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste: 'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier...my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!' But for this day my duty was to assist anyone coming in. Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could just hurry the old biddy along, we might make the last half of happy hour at Smokey's. I broke Post Attention. My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch. I must have made a real military sight; middle-aged man with a small pot-gut and half a limp, in Marine Full Dress Uniform, which had lost its razor crease about 30 minutes after I began the watch...at the cemetery.
I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk. She looked up at me with an old woman's squint. 'Ma'am may I assist you in any way?' She took long enough to answer. 'Yes, son. Can you carry these flowers? I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'
'My pleasure Ma'am.' Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.
She looked again. 'Marine, where were you stationed?' ' Vietnam , Ma'am. Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'
She looked at me closer. 'Wounded in action, I see. Well done, Marine, I'll be as quick as I can.'
I lied a little bigger, 'No hurry, Ma'am.'
She smiled...and winked at me. 'Son, I'm 85-years old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done, might be the last time I can do this. My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one mor e time.'
'Yes, Ma'am, At your service.'
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone. She picked one of the bunches out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone. She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was; Donald S. Davidson, USMC, France 1918.
She turned away and made a straight line for the Wo rld War II section, stopping at one stone. I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek. She put a bunch on a stone; the name was; Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.
She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone; Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944. She paused for a second, 'Two more, son, and we'll be done'
I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, Ma'am, Take your time.'
She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son? I seem to have lost my way.' I pointed with my chin. 'That way, Ma'am.' 'Oh!' she chuckled quietly. 'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.' She headed down the walk I'd pointed at. She stopped a t a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted.
She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last one on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970. She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.
'OK, son, I'm finished. Get me back to my car and you can go home.'
'Yes, Ma'am. If I may ask, were those your kinfolk ?'
She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father; Stephen was my uncle; Stanley was my husband; Larry and Darrel were our sons. All kille d in action, all Marines.' She stopped, whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I just don't know. She made her way to her car, slowly, and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin waiting by the car. 'Get to the 'Out'-gate QUICK~!, I have something I've just GOT to do.' Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him. He broke the rules to get us there down the service road. We beat her.
She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.
'Kevin...stand to attention next to the gate post. Follow my lead.' I humped it across the drive to the other post.
When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice: 'TehenHut! Present Haaaarms!' I have to hand it to Kevin, he never blinked an eye; full dress attention and a salute that would make his D I proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing Duty, Honor, and Sacrifice.
I am not quite sure, but I think I saw a BIG salute returned from that Cadillac!
Instead of 'The End'... just think of 'Taps'.
Please let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas. Hold them in Your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'
Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before, in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.
'In God We Trust!'
Sorry about your monitor, it made mine blurry too!
I'm sure you might want to pass this one along to a few friends. . Semper Fi,
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.' That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She
hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always
there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'
One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.
He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The
girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The
sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected
that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life
led her to refuse to marry him.
Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying:
'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'
This is how the human brain often works when our status changes.
Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who
was always by their side in the most painful situations.
Life Is a Gift
Today before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak.
Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone
who has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone
who's crying out for a companion.
Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who went too early.
Before whining about the distance you drive Think of someone who
walks the same distance with their feet.
And when you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the
unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on
your face and think: you're alive and still around.
There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She
hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always
there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.'
One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages
came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.
He asked her,'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The
girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The
sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected
that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life
led her to refuse to marry him.
Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying:
'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'
This is how the human brain often works when our status changes.
Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who
was always by their side in the most painful situations.
Life Is a Gift
Today before you say an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak.
Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone
who has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone
who's crying out for a companion.
Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who went too early.
Before whining about the distance you drive Think of someone who
walks the same distance with their feet.
And when you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the
unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job.
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on
your face and think: you're alive and still around.
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