Have you noticed?
Some people will just not be stopped. They have accomplished much despite adversity. They refuse to listen to their fears. Nothing anyone says or does holds them back.
As Ted Engstrom insightfully writes in his book Pursuit of Excellence:
"Cripple him, and you have a Sir Walter Scott.
Lock him in a prison cell, and you have a John Bunyan.
Bury him in the snows of Valley Forge, and you have a George Washington.
Raise him in abject poverty and you have an Abraham Lincoln.
Strike him down with infantile paralysis, and he becomes Franklin Roosevelt.
Burn him so severely that the doctors say he'll never walk again, and you have a Glenn Cunningham -- who set the world's one-mile record in 1934.
Deafen him and you have a Ludwig Von Beethoven.
Have him born black in a society filled with racial discrimination, and you have a Booker T. Washington, or George Washington Carver.
Call him a slow learner, "retarded," and write him off as ineducable, and you have an Albert Einstein."
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
HELPPPPP.....
Dear Friends,
Can anyone help me?
I cannot get my page element tab on new blogger to work. I've had this problem since I started my blog. It will maybe work once out of 15 times and that's it. I have tried blogger help ( and they're NO help) and I've read help forum entry after entry and it looks like no one else has this problem.If you have any ideas, let me know!!!
Thanks,
Suzy
Can anyone help me?
I cannot get my page element tab on new blogger to work. I've had this problem since I started my blog. It will maybe work once out of 15 times and that's it. I have tried blogger help ( and they're NO help) and I've read help forum entry after entry and it looks like no one else has this problem.If you have any ideas, let me know!!!
Thanks,
Suzy
Monday, June 4, 2007
Mexican Fare....
Here are some "South of the Border" recipes that are fast and easy.
~Simple Black Bean Corn Salsa~
2 cans hunt's diced tomatoes (drained)
2 cans black beans (drained)
1 can yellow corn
1 large Bermuda (purple) onion diced
1 bunch cilantro chopped (not stems)
juice of 1 lime
1 jalapeno sliced thin
dash kosher salt
I small can tomato sauce
2 T. sugar
Drain beans, corn, tomatoes. Combine all ingredients,chill
over night.
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Taco Casserole
1lb ground beef
1 medium onion, chopped
1 envelope taco seasoning mix
16 oz tomato sauce
16 oz whole kernel corn
2 cups shredded Cheddar
2 cups Original Bisquick®
1 cup milk
2 eggs
Sour cream, chopped tomato and shredded lettuce, if desired
Heat oven to 325ºF. Grease rectangular pan, 13x9x2 inches. Cook
ground beef
and onion in 10-inch skillet, stirring frequently, until beef is
brown; drain. Stir in dry seasoning mix, tomato sauce and corn.
Spoon into pan; sprinkle with cheese. Mix Bisquick, milk and eggs
until smooth. Pour over beef mixture. Bake about 35 minutes or until
knife inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes before
cutting. Serve with remaining ingredients and salsa on the side!
~Simple Black Bean Corn Salsa~
2 cans hunt's diced tomatoes (drained)
2 cans black beans (drained)
1 can yellow corn
1 large Bermuda (purple) onion diced
1 bunch cilantro chopped (not stems)
juice of 1 lime
1 jalapeno sliced thin
dash kosher salt
I small can tomato sauce
2 T. sugar
Drain beans, corn, tomatoes. Combine all ingredients,chill
over night.
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Taco Casserole
1lb ground beef
1 medium onion, chopped
1 envelope taco seasoning mix
16 oz tomato sauce
16 oz whole kernel corn
2 cups shredded Cheddar
2 cups Original Bisquick®
1 cup milk
2 eggs
Sour cream, chopped tomato and shredded lettuce, if desired
Heat oven to 325ºF. Grease rectangular pan, 13x9x2 inches. Cook
ground beef
and onion in 10-inch skillet, stirring frequently, until beef is
brown; drain. Stir in dry seasoning mix, tomato sauce and corn.
Spoon into pan; sprinkle with cheese. Mix Bisquick, milk and eggs
until smooth. Pour over beef mixture. Bake about 35 minutes or until
knife inserted in center comes out clean. Cool 10 minutes before
cutting. Serve with remaining ingredients and salsa on the side!
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My mother's menu consisted of two choices: Take it or leave it.-- Buddy Hackett
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I'm in shape ... round's a shape isn't it?-- Author Unknown
Saturday, June 2, 2007
The Stranger......
Author Unknown
A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.
As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. Mom taught me to love the Word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spellbound for hours each evening. He was like a friend to the whole family.
He took Dad, Bill, and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars.
The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn't seem to mind, but sometimes Mom would quietly get up - while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places - go to her room, read her Bible, and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.
You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house-not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted.
My Dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely ( too much, too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man/woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.
As I look back, I believe it was the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.
More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?.....We always just called him...TV.
A few months before I was born, my dad met a stranger who was new to our small town. From the beginning, Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer, and soon invited him to live with our family. The stranger was quickly accepted and was around to welcome me into the world a few months later.
As I grew up I never questioned his place in our family. Mom taught me to love the Word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger was our storyteller. He could weave the most fascinating tales. Adventures, mysteries, and comedies were daily conversations. He could hold our whole family spellbound for hours each evening. He was like a friend to the whole family.
He took Dad, Bill, and me to our first major league baseball game. He was always encouraging us to see the movies and he even made arrangements to introduce us to several movie stars.
The stranger was an incessant talker. Dad didn't seem to mind, but sometimes Mom would quietly get up - while the rest of us were enthralled with one of his stories of faraway places - go to her room, read her Bible, and pray. I wonder now if she ever prayed that the stranger would leave.
You see, my dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions. But this stranger never felt an obligation to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our house-not from us, from our friends, or adults. Our longtime visitor, however, used occasional four letter words that burned my ears and made Dad squirm. To my knowledge the stranger was never confronted.
My Dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in his home - not even for cooking. But the stranger felt like we needed exposure and enlightened us to other ways of life. He offered us beer and other alcoholic beverages often. He made cigarettes look tasty, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. He talked freely ( too much, too freely) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I know now that my early concepts of the man/woman relationship were influenced by the stranger.
As I look back, I believe it was the grace of God that the stranger did not influence us more. Time after time he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave.
More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with the young family on Morningside Drive. But if I were to walk into my parents' den today, you would still see him sitting over in a corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?.....We always just called him...TV.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Mornin' Glory !!!
Morning Glories are my favorite flower. They are so delicate and come in a range of colors.
Last year, I planted morning glories at the mailbox, which really look pretty when they were in full bloom. Since we moved, we no longer have a mailbox near the street, but one attached to the house. So I started my seeds in the house to get an early start and figured out a way to display them on the patio...
I transplanted them in a large pot, and added a short rod iron pole with a garden sign. Then I found a grapevine swag in my craft closet and attached it with wire to the pole at different heights.Now the morning glories will be able to climb the grapevine and fill in nicely !
Last year, I planted morning glories at the mailbox, which really look pretty when they were in full bloom. Since we moved, we no longer have a mailbox near the street, but one attached to the house. So I started my seeds in the house to get an early start and figured out a way to display them on the patio...
I transplanted them in a large pot, and added a short rod iron pole with a garden sign. Then I found a grapevine swag in my craft closet and attached it with wire to the pole at different heights.Now the morning glories will be able to climb the grapevine and fill in nicely !**** Here's a good project for those of you with little ones to try:
Mix about 5 drops of food coloring into 1/4 cup of water and pour into a tall glass or vase. Pick Queen Anne's Lace and place it in the container.The flowers will absorb the color !
Read more about "show and Tell Friday" over at Kelli's house.
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