I love this redition of this song in spite of the R rated movie it came from I never saw it
Just finished Laura Bush's new book "Spoken from the Heart". She is a lovely, tender, talented, and compassionate person and a loyal loving wife. She is amazing in her ability to forgive her enemies.
I don't know how they endured the vicious vitriolic diatribe from Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid and still invited them to White House functions. Pelosi and Reid really did start the "Bash Bush"
movement with the Democrats and the press.
In the recent election years it has been proven that George Bush was right to invade Iraq and get rid of Saddam Hussein. Saddam did have "yellow cakes"
a form of raw uraium which recently was sold to Canada.
Only history will recognize the greatness of this Presidential couple!!
The most popularly known of these groundhogs are Wiarton Willie and Punxsutawney Phil, well kept as part of Groundhog Day festivities in Wiarton, Ontario and Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, respectively. A famous southern groundhog, General Beauregard Lee, is based at the Yellow River Game Ranch outside Atlanta, Georgia. His forecasts are also very popular in the Southeast. The etymology of the name woodchuck is unrelated to wood or chucking. It stems from an Algonquian name for the animal (possibly Narragansett), wuchak. Nevertheless, the apparent relationship between the two words has led to the common tongue-twister:
I took this photo to enter into a PBase contest several years ago. It was an overhead shot of one of my Lismore crystal water goblets, filled with blue colored water.
I really liked it, but my son John, who is an expert photoshop person, said I should give it more pizazz.....so he converted it by the magic of photoshop to
agua invertida
which I think is more striking
didn't win though!
reading...
Just finished Laura Bush's new book "Spoken from the Heart". She is a lovely, tender, talented, and compassionate person and a loyal loving wife. She is amazing in her ability to forgive her enemies.
I don't know how they endured the vicious vitriolic diatribe from Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid and still invited them to White House functions. Pelosi and Reid really did start the "Bash Bush"
movement with the Democrats and the press.
In the recent election years it has been proven that George Bush was right to invade Iraq and get rid of Saddam Hussein. Saddam did have "yellow cakes"
a form of raw uraium which recently was sold to Canada.
Only history will recognize the greatness of this Presidential couple!!
A great quote.....
I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.
-- Winston Churchill
-- Winston Churchill
happy ground hog day...
The most popularly known of these groundhogs are Wiarton Willie and Punxsutawney Phil, well kept as part of Groundhog Day festivities in Wiarton, Ontario and Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, respectively. A famous southern groundhog, General Beauregard Lee, is based at the Yellow River Game Ranch outside Atlanta, Georgia. His forecasts are also very popular in the Southeast. The etymology of the name woodchuck is unrelated to wood or chucking. It stems from an Algonquian name for the animal (possibly Narragansett), wuchak. Nevertheless, the apparent relationship between the two words has led to the common tongue-twister:- " How much wood would a woodchuck chuck
- if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
- A woodchuck would chuck all the wood he could
- if a woodchuck could chuck wood! "
"a stranger in our house..."
"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 my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me the word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger? He was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.
Sometimes Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to her room and read her books. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home ... not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long-time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.
My Dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in the home, not even for cooking. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked ... and NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first.
Still, if you were to walk into my parents' den today you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?
We just call him TV."
As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. My parents were complementary instructors: Mom taught me the word of God, and Dad taught me to obey it. But the stranger? He was our storyteller. He would keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies. If I wanted to know anything about politics, history or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind.
Sometimes Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say, and she would go to her room and read her books. (I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.)
Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honor them. Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home ... not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long-time visitor, however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.
My Dad was a teetotaler who didn't permit alcohol in the home, not even for cooking. But the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly and pipes distinguished. He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked ... and NEVER asked to leave.
More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first.
Still, if you were to walk into my parents' den today you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.
His name?
We just call him TV."
the real Mc Coy...
Because of Mary vacationing in Mexico, today I am remembering our 12 day trip there in November of 1968. We had a great time visiting Acapulco, Taxco, Cuernavaca and Mexico City doing all the touristy things, like those pyramids and Our Lady of Guadalupe Church. We actually never went inside the church because we "ran out of time"....arrghh....but I won't explain that here...better in my "memoirs" !!!!!
In Mexico city and other towns Dad and I actually "dressed up"... me wearing a skirt and blouse or dress and a girdle and long stockings, and Dad a suit or sweater and tie. One day when I was wearing casual clothes, the women who cleaned our room stole my girdle and a lovely star burst pin which I dearly loved. It was my favorite piece of jewelry......and it looked like "the real McCoy"..... So today as I was thinking about that pin and that expression and I thought I'd look up the origin of "the real McCoy"....so here it is
"The real McCoy" is an idiom used throughout much of the English-speaking world to mean "the real thing" or "the genuine article" e.g., "he's the real McCoy". It is a corruption of the Scots "The real MacKay", first recorded in 1856 as: "A drappie o’ the real MacKay," (A drop of the real MacKay), and this is widely accepted as the origin. How it came to be "McCoy" is unclear – it is first recorded in this form in the US in 1908 and the phrase is the subject of numerous fanciful folk etymologies Rum-runner William S. McCoy Captain William S. McCoy was a boat builder and excursion boat captain in the Daytona Beach, Florida, area from 1900 to 1920. He was also a non-drinker. With the start of Prohibition Captain McCoy began to bring rum from Bimini and the Bahamas into south Florida through Government Cut. McCoy became famous for never watering his booze, and selling only top brands."
No we did not think we were the "bees knees" or the "cats pajamas" as Grandma Orr would say but rather we "dressed to a tea"...We were not too "long in the tooth" to "cut the mustard" but never got "three sheets to the wind". However I was "under the weather" one day because of turistas and never did get to the Ballet Folkorico!!!
We've never lived "high on the hog" but have been Blessed all our lives!!!!
In Mexico city and other towns Dad and I actually "dressed up"... me wearing a skirt and blouse or dress and a girdle and long stockings, and Dad a suit or sweater and tie. One day when I was wearing casual clothes, the women who cleaned our room stole my girdle and a lovely star burst pin which I dearly loved. It was my favorite piece of jewelry......and it looked like "the real McCoy"..... So today as I was thinking about that pin and that expression and I thought I'd look up the origin of "the real McCoy"....so here it is
"The real McCoy" is an idiom used throughout much of the English-speaking world to mean "the real thing" or "the genuine article" e.g., "he's the real McCoy". It is a corruption of the Scots "The real MacKay", first recorded in 1856 as: "A drappie o’ the real MacKay," (A drop of the real MacKay), and this is widely accepted as the origin. How it came to be "McCoy" is unclear – it is first recorded in this form in the US in 1908 and the phrase is the subject of numerous fanciful folk etymologies Rum-runner William S. McCoy Captain William S. McCoy was a boat builder and excursion boat captain in the Daytona Beach, Florida, area from 1900 to 1920. He was also a non-drinker. With the start of Prohibition Captain McCoy began to bring rum from Bimini and the Bahamas into south Florida through Government Cut. McCoy became famous for never watering his booze, and selling only top brands."
No we did not think we were the "bees knees" or the "cats pajamas" as Grandma Orr would say but rather we "dressed to a tea"...We were not too "long in the tooth" to "cut the mustard" but never got "three sheets to the wind". However I was "under the weather" one day because of turistas and never did get to the Ballet Folkorico!!!
We've never lived "high on the hog" but have been Blessed all our lives!!!!
virtual piano keyboard...
Click Here: Check out "The Virtual Piano for Songwriters, Singers, Producers and aspiring musicians"
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You can play chords and melodies on it. It also shows you how to play all the chords (triads) in twelve keys. Its an excellent tool for you to learn to play piano, to transpose songs
http://www.thevirtualpiano.com/
You can play chords and melodies on it. It also shows you how to play all the chords (triads) in twelve keys. Its an excellent tool for you to learn to play piano, to transpose songs
into any key or for writing songs.
To play single notes just click on the notes. To play chords, click on the numbers 1 to 7
To play single notes just click on the notes. To play chords, click on the numbers 1 to 7
just under the piano keyboard or press the 1-7 keystrokes on your computer keyboard.
Choose a different key by clicking on one of the twelve key selector buttons.
What does one TRILLION dollars look like?
This is what Elizabeth sent this morning....it's great!!!!
What does one TRILLION dollars look like?
http://www.pagetutor.com/trillion/index.html
What does one TRILLION dollars look like?
http://www.pagetutor.com/trillion/index.html
Aqua azule....
I really liked it, but my son John, who is an expert photoshop person, said I should give it more pizazz.....so he converted it by the magic of photoshop to
agua invertidawhich I think is more striking
didn't win though!
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