tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10073299701462960362024-03-05T06:05:26.349-08:00Monday Morning BluesJeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-42485931185799510022012-08-10T19:42:00.000-07:002012-08-13T09:09:02.748-07:00Chasing Miss Daisy<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
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<b>Yesterday our youngest daughter, Nancy, asked if we could dog-sit their basset hound, Daisy Mae for a week. "Sure, when?....."<u>Tomorrow</u>? ..."dahhhhh OK" This has been a summer of dog sitting. Granddaughter Jennifer called in July to ask if we could take care of her little highland terrier, Oakley, then two days later came daughter Christine's call from Chicago, "Mom, can you watch Cloe and Bella when we go to Denver?"......."sure" Cloe is a cocker-poo and Bella is Shitz Tzu. </b></div>
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<b>So, Oakley, Cloe and Bella were here at the same time. The girls got along great...once in a while Cloe, the oldest would get a little peeved with the two younger dogs..."I'm too old to play "chase around the yard!!!!". Their food dishes had to be in different areas...Cloe eats like a horse and, if she can, she will eat whatever the other dogs left in their dishes.</b><br />
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<b>We're not used to little dogs and these pint-sized girls would follow me around like three little white shadows. If I took a step backward, I'd almost step on one of them! Things went very well except at bedtime...Oakley was used to being kenneled at night, but not the other two. They are Christine's babies....so, Ken and I had two bed partners. Ken finally gave up and slept in another room...which actually caused me to have a week of peaceful sleep....Ken snores.</b></div>
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<b>Daisy Mae is a sweetheart but has not been around Ken and I. We'd see her when we'd go over to Nancy's house, but she doesn't know us well. Nancy brought her over about 7:15 AM on her way to work...she and family were leaving that afternoon for a vacation in Minnesota before our granddaughter Rebecca went back to school. </b></div>
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<b>We put Daisy Mae in the back yard and I settled into a deck chair to enjoy the beautiful cool morning, have a cup of tea and watch the birds devouring the seeds in the bird feeder. All of a sudden I realized that I couldn't see Daisy Mae then caught a glimpse of her tail as she slipped through the back gate. Yikes, she hadn't been in our care for 15 minutes and I've lost her already.</b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Luckily the neighbors weren't looking out their windows or driving down the street on their way to work....they would have seen a 74 year old grandmother in a nightgown and fuzzy slippers trying to get an extremely heavy and uncooperative basset hound back to the yard. Her little jaunt must have tired her out because she spent the rest of the morning curled up on our front room chair...which by the way was NEVER allowed when we had dogs. Guess it's that ole grandma thing, grandkids and pets get by with a lot more than they used to.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Since I haven't heard from anyone.....or been pointed out at the grocery store followed by hysterical laughter, I think I pulled it off!!!!!! </span></b>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-88590855211024698212012-06-20T06:03:00.000-07:002012-06-23T07:34:37.786-07:00Mudpies and flowers<span style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>grandson Andrew is an active little guy and loves getting outside and playing in the yard. Yesterday the sun was out and the day was beautiful, so we were planting flowers in the garden and taking photos of the proposed garden layout... Drew was having a great time digging in his sandbox. He's 18 months old and thinks everything he picks up can be eaten. Just wish he'd be more selective. </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Luckily I had the camera with me because it was a "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kodak</span> moment:" I yelled, in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">strictest</span> grandma voice..."Andrew! stop that" He </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>looked up, grinned at me and took another lick. Then leisurely </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsu-3NmF7mGJaZ3AVwf2zd2qEXs9Ex1Ge_PljcHkZnlEH4UWJA6aVzzon3aH8GZkgrp_egcQo-DD0-gAOUviQkvUplodr8rWNoB910TI-k7fxHnzCM_QGiSXXLUOXQL_81zqhLTihydJY/s1600-h/andrew+&+mud3.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325274966102022930" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsu-3NmF7mGJaZ3AVwf2zd2qEXs9Ex1Ge_PljcHkZnlEH4UWJA6aVzzon3aH8GZkgrp_egcQo-DD0-gAOUviQkvUplodr8rWNoB910TI-k7fxHnzCM_QGiSXXLUOXQL_81zqhLTihydJY/s200/andrew+%26+mud3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /></b></span></a>got up, gave me his usual "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">smilin</span>' Jack" smile and babbled something </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>like.."hi grandma, whats the problem?" </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Since he was mud from head to toe, we stripped him then and there and into the house we went, straight into the bathtub....one of his favorite places to be. </b></span><br />
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would have been a lot more upset with having a muddy little boy to deal </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>with in the middle of my busy day but as a </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>grandma, its just FUN!</b></span><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Its FREE and all you do is watch the dollars flow into your Paypal account...( you do have to have a Paypal account)</span></b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-34317370353386967092012-05-10T05:51:00.002-07:002012-05-10T05:51:38.304-07:00Omaha, NE's Henry Doorly Zoo Railroad<img alt="" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-670" height="326" src="http://www.littlemodeltrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Doorly-Zoo-train.jpg" title="Doorly Zoo train" width="650" /><strong>In 1963, the Zoo Railroad was one of the first major
attractions added to the newly renovated Henry Doorly Zoo in Omaha,
Nebraska. As part of its centennial celebration, the Omaha-based Union
Pacific decided to sponsor the construction of a train ride at the zoo.
The zoo’s railroad initially had just over two miles of
2 ft 6 in (762 mm) gauge track (roughly half the width of standard
mainline railroad tracks) in the form of a twisted oval with a
connecting track through the middle. Two wyes (Y-shaped track
arrangements enabling the train to reverse direction) were constructed
at the intersections of the connecting track and the main oval. The
track was laid using rail from the Union Pacific’s Encampment branch in
Wyoming. </strong><br />
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<strong>Due to the hilly terrain of the zoo’s riverside location,
grades of up to 6% (for most railroads 2% is considered steep) were
required and some of the curves were well under 150 feet in radius.
Track crews from the Union Pacific were brought in to lay the track, and
operation commenced on July 22, 1968 under the supervision of UP
Roadmaster Robert Kovar.</strong><br />
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<strong>The Omaha Zoo Railroad was initially themed after the UP’s
First Transcontinental Railroad route for which Omaha was the eastern
terminus. Passengers boarded at the “Omaha Train Depot” located in Dairy
World and rode to “Promontory Junction” at the south end of the zoo’s
lagoon, where they had the option of disembarking at the small depot and
catching a later train back to the starting point, the Omaha Train
Depot. The ride also featured a slow climb up the 6% grade of “Sherman
Hill”, named for the Union Pacific’s own grade over the Continental
Divide in Wyoming.</strong><br />
<strong>Engine Number 119 is one of the two Henry Doorly Zoo’s
locomotives and regularly hauls a train of four open-air coaches. </strong><br />
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engine is known for its colorful paint scheme, polished brass, and
sweet-sounding Nathan six chime whistle. It was custom built for the zoo
in 1968. Its builder was Crown Metal Products of Wyano, Pennsylvania, a
company that built replica steam trains for amusement parks and zoos
all over the country. The steam locomotive was painted and decorated to
resemble Union Pacific’s No. 119, the famous locomotive used in the
laying of the real “Golden Spike” marking the transcontinental line’s
completion, and the four coaches were given names significant to the
UP’s history.</strong><br />
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<strong>#119 is a 4-4-0 type steam locomotive, meaning that it has
four pilot wheels to help guide it through curves, 4 large driving
wheels, and no trailing wheels. This type of locomotive was prevalent on
American railroads from 1850 to about 1880, thus earning it the
nickname “American standard”.</strong><br />
<strong> <img alt="" class="alignleft size-full wp-image-673" height="163" src="http://www.littlemodeltrains.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/Doorly-Zoo-train-Riva.jpg" title="Doorly Zoo train Riva" width="254" />During
the 1970s the Omaha Zoo Railroad saw a large increase in attendance,
especially on the weekends. A search was begun for a second train. A
small tank locomotive of Austrian Heritage named “Riva” was found in
Romania and its owner, the Plasser and Theurer Company was willing to
donate it to the zoo. </strong><br />
<strong>“Riva”, number 395-104, was acquired in 1974. It is an 0-6-2
tank locomotive meaning that it carries its fuel oil and water in tanks
on the locomotive rather than in a separate tender. It has six
relatively small driving wheels and large cylinders, making it extremely
powerful for its size and is also known for its European-style
high-pitched whistle. A two wheel trailing truck supports the firebox
and cab. Generating tractive effort of 10,600 pounds it has almost twice
the pulling power of #119, and typically operates with a train
consisting of six open-air coaches and a caboose.”Riva” began its long
career in 1890 when its was turned out by the Krauss Works of Linz,
Austria.</strong><br />
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<strong>The locomotive was restored in the UP’s shops and entered
service at the zoo in 1976, together with two extra cars that were
purchased to augment the original four. A major multi-year overhaul took
place in the early 1990s and another in 2000-2002. During the winter
and spring of 2005, the water tanks were replaced and the air tanks
(added in 1976) were moved to a concealed location, returning the engine
to a more historically correct appearance.</strong><br />
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<strong>Today the trains circle the park in a clockwise direction, covering roughly 1.8 miles and taking 20–25 minutes on each circuit.</strong>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-43941130759674917852012-04-28T07:03:00.001-07:002012-04-28T07:07:30.351-07:00Dry Eyes<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="font-size: small;">For years I've been bothered with dry eyes....eyes constantly water and look red. (I am sooooo tired of people asking me if I had been crying or if I had Pink Eye) I faithfully use eye drops which, no matter how many promises they make, do not make the whites of my eyes look like those of the models in eye commercials. Seems I have a never ending case of Blepharitis, an irritation of the eyelids. It has a variety of causes, ranging from allergies and infection to irritation as well as skin cancer. It is the most common eye disease. He ruled out skin cancer so the possibilities are an allergy (we live in Nebraska, the home of ragweed, free blowing dust and Golden Rod) and a mild infection....cause unknown.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">He prescribed Tobradex, a prescription eye drop, and an OTC eye drop Suystane Ultra. Plus, each morning I hold a wet, warm washcloth to my eyes and keep it there for a few minutes. Then wash my eyes with baby
shampoo. I put a few drops of shampoo in my hand, add warm water and wash the upper and lower lids. It does not burn!!! I seldom wear makeup at home, so I do the "washing of the eyes" several times a day.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">It really seems to help and the warm washcloth is reducing the thickening of the eyelids, which I didn't know I had.</span></b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-8331006129923666342012-04-06T05:41:00.000-07:002012-04-06T09:00:35.420-07:00As a Grandmother of Seven, I Know This to be a Fact!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPV_cxeQkT88VZ75muh3ikUpk0F2im6HVlzwKG4ulT-RW7IrdwCjvUrL3mVbavnHswTVoCt-xp_4y65-xdc64iy6FMZaXhMHq3rK11XkUxqem6ndCvjrde7LJsyABqmmXDabIHvOZBugE/s1600/all+children+are+beautiful.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="337" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPV_cxeQkT88VZ75muh3ikUpk0F2im6HVlzwKG4ulT-RW7IrdwCjvUrL3mVbavnHswTVoCt-xp_4y65-xdc64iy6FMZaXhMHq3rK11XkUxqem6ndCvjrde7LJsyABqmmXDabIHvOZBugE/s640/all+children+are+beautiful.jpg" width="640" /></a></div> <b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That's what I keep telling my grandchildren....and they admit it's true!!!</span></span></b>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-84893598321909776582012-04-05T12:04:00.000-07:002012-04-06T08:59:17.775-07:00To my children<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcKMI8c-aOWyUgkzffnZfT9clHp41EZFfLgstpw5Tyx5EXBMb5weYwvSdBCmoI04qlDEh0DccbzXN80sbACpiF5J9nB9UQrM6mg-LEfEzHTu6eO-6iFClREhO9Avv1JXcOKVvc2sMLAM/s1600/Children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcKMI8c-aOWyUgkzffnZfT9clHp41EZFfLgstpw5Tyx5EXBMb5weYwvSdBCmoI04qlDEh0DccbzXN80sbACpiF5J9nB9UQrM6mg-LEfEzHTu6eO-6iFClREhO9Avv1JXcOKVvc2sMLAM/s320/Children.jpg" width="198" /></a><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></span></b></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">I've made mistakes being a Mom, more than I'd like to admit. I am not perfect at all. But I'll always be there for you, to hear you, to cheer for you, to laugh or cry with you, to protect you with my life and tell you things you don't want to hear. </span></span></b></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">I will love you even at those times when you don't love me. No matter how old you get, no one will ever love you more than I do, because I am and always will be your Mom.</span></span></b></h6>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-41311769866673882452012-04-03T07:49:00.002-07:002012-04-05T14:45:18.215-07:00Tennis keeps me YOUNG!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-yxAvXUXuw8ppLITkZGiWAQL2fsttfHzogM8XXH-EgG0OLlPGt8hdrLpCoS0WZpYW4Fyrr3mGIP8dqGnzJn6PO5b3Z-EfkgnDoGFyAW70cuGJay44qiOqQgHdficJLzpSOvfAAUv4Lg/s1600/jean+2012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE-yxAvXUXuw8ppLITkZGiWAQL2fsttfHzogM8XXH-EgG0OLlPGt8hdrLpCoS0WZpYW4Fyrr3mGIP8dqGnzJn6PO5b3Z-EfkgnDoGFyAW70cuGJay44qiOqQgHdficJLzpSOvfAAUv4Lg/s1600/jean+2012.jpg" /></a><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">First of all, let me introduce myself. I'm Jean aka JeaneBee, a 74 year old retiree who loves tennis and plays 3 times a week at the 3.5 (used to be 4.0) level. I live in Omaha, Nebraska, smack dab in the middle of the great Midwest where we spend half our tennis life playing in the heat and/or wind, and the other half playing on indoor courts to get out of the snow….indoors is a great place to play, no wind, no sun and no low flying birds! </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Years ago, when I was young and foolish, I used to snicker at senior players, watching them put on their knee braces, elastic arm bands, sun visors and after having a swig of water went ditzing around on the court, talking, laughing and having a good ole time, then going out for coffee afterwards. Then, somehow, much to my dismay, I turned into one!</span></span></b><br />
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I realize that although we’re not as fast on the court and our ground strokes aren’t as hard as they used to be, we’re out there hitting the ball with the same love for the game that we always had. And yes, we do a little giggling and talking between games (SOME of us even like to sit down---bringing our own chairs if seating isn't available on the court!!)</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"> I took up tennis as physical therapy after having a stroke at age 29…. it was termed a self-induced stroke but a stroke nevertheless. My husband I were “finishing” our basement and my job for the day was putting plaster on the ceiling and making swirls in it with a sponge. It looked pretty good and I was at it for most of the afternoon. My husband found me unconscious, blood streaming down my chin from a bitten lip and limp as a dish rag. He called the rescue squad and I spent two weeks in a stupor, getting punctured from stem to stern. The final diagnosis was stroke, but cerebral hemorrhage and epilepsy were running a close second and third.<br />
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I was a healthy 29 year old, preparing for my 10 year high school class reunion. I rode horseback, took gymnastics for years, played softball and was an all-around tomboy growing up and kept at it after marriage. I wasn’t a couch potato, overweight or a smoker, and neither my doctors nor myself could understand why I had a stoke…shouldn’t have happened. Years later, while reading the health section of Better Homes and Gardens magazine, I found out why it did. </span><br />
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Having my head tilted backward and looking up for hours while putting plaster on the ceiling had caused pressure on the back of my neck…reducing the blood flow to my brain….wham, bam, thank you ma’m.... and.....hello stroke. </span><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9Sa8gcKfI5NI0WpulxoCquqyugrXhEx4OPqTs8fmGeOYNWqH2jMY1HjWAhu9ZSta8h7NzF5VoCOiPdtb5qvv_Uw7k9JGINva6xhC8hf56pQx-QU5yQ6-dF5Qa8An40G3MLuD-_ZYJyZx/s1600-h/jean.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219910843564539490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia9Sa8gcKfI5NI0WpulxoCquqyugrXhEx4OPqTs8fmGeOYNWqH2jMY1HjWAhu9ZSta8h7NzF5VoCOiPdtb5qvv_Uw7k9JGINva6xhC8hf56pQx-QU5yQ6-dF5Qa8An40G3MLuD-_ZYJyZx/s200/jean.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></span></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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Physical therapy after my stroke was practically non-existant. This was 1968 and physical therapy wasn't as common as it is now. A friend suggested that I take tennis lessons to improve my eye-hand coordination.....so my physical therapy consisted of learning to hit the ball against the YWCA wall and playing on a hardwood floor. Gradually I got better and better. I had good reflexes thanks to years of gymnastics (helps a lot when you take a fall while running after a tennis ball…you learn to “tuck and roll” gracefully and not sprawl all over the court) and my tennis improved.<br />
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<div><b><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Fortunately the stroke caused very little residual damage to my body and general health. I occasionally have trouble with speech, sometimes the words just aren't there and I need to "search" for the word I want......I almost have to visualize it and can then say it (many people think that my sometimes halting conversation is because I want to emphasize a point.....WRONG) Also, my short term memory comes and goes….my doubles partners know that when I ask “what’s the score?” I'm serious, its gone, I’ve forgotten it. Even if I’m serving, the memory is gone and I have to rely on my partners. Guess that tells you why I seldom play really competitive singles!<br />
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Now onto our senior tennis. My teammates are great! We are all over 65, actually most of us are in our 70's, grandmothers many times over and play in a Super Seniors league…its not a “hit and giggle” league.. we are as intense and play as hard as we ever did.. We all play on other leagues with players who are younger than our own children. And we do our share of winning, I might add. </span></b></div><div><div><div><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYuR-aWY9Vy-GfsqqIV0YbM2c_48phH6taQn4Kwihyq4jl901EceBDVMdpOfcFEsSgL8WKuB1SLK8sELPebdOnoa633JE5MYq_1-EcOiI220GeAGV7Woq6dA_HLXZJQDoSrZcK24V2gW8/s1600-h/Charleston+resting.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219909519568122290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYuR-aWY9Vy-GfsqqIV0YbM2c_48phH6taQn4Kwihyq4jl901EceBDVMdpOfcFEsSgL8WKuB1SLK8sELPebdOnoa633JE5MYq_1-EcOiI220GeAGV7Woq6dA_HLXZJQDoSrZcK24V2gW8/s200/Charleston+resting.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></span></a></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">Its been said that you are only as old as you feel – and we are a pretty frisky bunch. Most of us have played with and against each other in tournaments for years. We're familiar with each other's families, children and grandchildren. We care when one of us is hurt, sick or has a family member who is hurt or sick. We keep them in our prayers.<br />
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In April, 2007, our team, the SOMOS SOMOS represented Missouri Valley at the Senior Nationals Championships in Charleston, South Carolina. WOW, is the Family Circle stadium a beautiful sports facility. We met some great ladies and hope to see </span><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUreEY94W-e6sS3P4m8QgGhkdAcX9py8GemBg5jKhWW7bVkJbmNVEDwcjPvTQ3L85H_Ox1rV9CBaWSKKbaxk4fjsjtuEYECk1n9S8rUhVqL-lUuWYtxu_Y80TRYctVQpbkE3wKKsi82mpA/s1600-h/charleston+stadium.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219908849781812482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUreEY94W-e6sS3P4m8QgGhkdAcX9py8GemBg5jKhWW7bVkJbmNVEDwcjPvTQ3L85H_Ox1rV9CBaWSKKbaxk4fjsjtuEYECk1n9S8rUhVqL-lUuWYtxu_Y80TRYctVQpbkE3wKKsi82mpA/s200/charleston+stadium.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></span></a></span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;">them next year.<br />
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We didn't win, but fought a good fight. And, we looked great in our bright pink and black tennis clothes. Did I mention that when our group travels, the first place we look for is the nearest grocery for snacks and various drinks (soda, bottled water and WINE....we have a couple of players who really "whine" if they don't have wine with their snacks!) and the second place is shopping malls or any place where the best bargains in tennis clothes will be. We left a LOT of money at the Family Circle pro shop! </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: small;"><br />
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Our Super Senior team played in Oklahoma City in September again we didn’t win our Division of the tournament , (hmmmmm, I'm really getting tired of saying that! ) but did win the talent contest! I wrote the song, and the team sang….we were lucky that the judges liked the words since our singing was awful! </span></b></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjN59OTdvtxL6SgH18L7OOZQtRZFBgLgWurKXnm5pqSt4UAOMxVaMf9tk84oz8hKpD0Mhrlisk_zaDWZYvzdTWb27Tqk9Ta83jhK_PC03DPIhNM3dXM177TygCBLI6zfA4J_EtrS6Rkj6/s1600-h/charleson3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219908467523241858" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjN59OTdvtxL6SgH18L7OOZQtRZFBgLgWurKXnm5pqSt4UAOMxVaMf9tk84oz8hKpD0Mhrlisk_zaDWZYvzdTWb27Tqk9Ta83jhK_PC03DPIhNM3dXM177TygCBLI6zfA4J_EtrS6Rkj6/s200/charleson3.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8PJF4ZsajJGGIbLA-viJ2VSfC5UmDe171W-woYvqnMJ1n4wEWGQzdwRAKB0LLwKUsimsYusIOcgoQ-tpWNiNJOxf5Hnbczo4YtPBXNhWk8gXvBklMCwqIgwdxGeBnoD2qY_buwUclR6g/s1600-h/charleston5.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"><b><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219909354125611810" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD8PJF4ZsajJGGIbLA-viJ2VSfC5UmDe171W-woYvqnMJ1n4wEWGQzdwRAKB0LLwKUsimsYusIOcgoQ-tpWNiNJOxf5Hnbczo4YtPBXNhWk8gXvBklMCwqIgwdxGeBnoD2qY_buwUclR6g/s200/charleston5.jpg" style="float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /></b></span></a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219924946044027730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP5Pc6rrODYX_nXbeKP9IENEwBNR6RVA3wdx8Wl6E27ln0WX3oy_r97j6P7VQYD4rJ5hbLPOT3cYiuVKkVE-hl1FjZsVV-RVXYc4NFLU6sTloK1hB1R_qgo0U6-jd3Fi76mag3UB-iknV1/s200/charleston+marie.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></div></div></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-18248965699104209662012-03-27T08:27:00.005-07:002013-09-09T06:26:01.309-07:00Grrrrrr Gonna Toss that Dishwasher!!!!!<span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Something was wrong with my dishwasher....my drinking glasses were coming out cloudy, the silverware and flatware had some sort of gunky coating and my aluminum pie tins turned nearly black. I blamed the glasses and silverware on my dishwasher, it is getting older and maybe wasn't doing it's job. But couldn't blame the aluminum pie tin problem on the dishwasher. And, I did not have this problem previously. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">I scanned the internet for "dishwasher problems" and guess what.....its my dishwasher detergent. I had used Cascade, Finish and Kirkland for years, both in the powder form and the newer gel. My glasses were sparkling clear, the pie tins stayed their shiny aluminum color and silverware had no spots or gunk. But last week I ran out of detergent so I bought a huge box of Cascade at Costco.....when I started using it, my troubles began.<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">The silverware and dishes came out of the dishwasher coated with a whitish film almost scale. I can scratch it off my clear Pyrex bowls with my fingernail. The glasses were so murky and foggy that I was ashamed to have my kids see them much less drink from them. I thought that the dishwasher's rinse cycle was not working or that the sprayer arms had been caught on something and couldn't rotate. Luckily, I had not called the appliance repairman, but that was going to be my next step.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">More research on the "murky, scaly and not clean dishes" gave me my answer...... laws banning </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">phosphate in soaps by July 1, 2010 had been enacted. The Soap and Detergent Association, a trade organization that represents North American manufacturers of cleaning products, stated that they would be </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">phosphate free by that deadline.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Obviously </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">phosphate is the cleaning agent in dishwasher detergent that cleaned and made the dishes clean and sparkling....and its now gone. Don't believe the hype that Cascade is putting out....your dishes will not come out sparkling clean and totally food free with the new product.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">I have tried several ways to get my glasses sparkly and silverware gunk free and the only way I have been able to do it was to re-run the dishwasher rinse cycle with a cup of vinegar The vinegar seems to cut through the foggy gunk. Its not perfect, but at least I'm not looking at murky drinking glasses (they are still foggy but not as bad as before) and funny stuff on the silverware (am undecided about that) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">Want to read some user comments....... </span><a href="http://www.thriftyfun.com/tf98723206.tip.html" style="font-family: arial;">http://www.thriftyfun.com/tf98723206.tip.html</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">And, I took the big box of Cascade back to Costco for a full refund.<br />
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I believe that we should find ways to protect the environment, but manufacturers must be able to come up with something better than this.</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Note: Date 2013.... I have found a dishwasher soap made by Cascade for restaurants, etc. It is NOT </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-family: arial;">phosphate-free and my dishes and glass come out sparkling!</span></span></span></span><br />
JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-71804565630975869582012-03-23T17:33:00.000-07:002012-04-06T09:02:34.544-07:00My Act of Kindness<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Winter is cold in Nebraska and today was typical – 4 degrees above zero at 11 am. The tail end of a sleet storm had hit Sunday night and the streets were covered with both snow and ice. It was windy, cold and spitting snow.<br />
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The best place to be was at home. But, here we were, attending the funeral of an old and loved friend.<br />
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As we were leaving the church, preparing for the long drive to the cemetery, I felt a tug on my arm. An old gentleman who had been sitting in front of us in church was standing there with his car keys in his hand. He said “would you please go to the parking lot and bring my car to the door….I’m afraid that my wife will slip on the ice.”<br />
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Now mind you, I did not know this man and he didn’t know me, but here he was giving me the keys to his car. I took the keys, asked where he had parked and what kind of car it was…”white”…”Ok, but what model” “it’s a van”….<br />
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Because the departed was a dear friend, we had been asked to ride to church in the mortuary’s limo. The other occupants, her daughter and son-in-law, were starting to leave the church so I didn’t have time to quiz him about his van. I planned to push the horn button until a white van answered.<br />
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I told my husband to wait in the limo and I would find the van. The funeral was not large. Many of the older family members and friends did not attend due to the weather.<br />
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To make a long story short, I found the van, (using the honking horn as my guide) and drove it to the church door. The elderly gentleman and his wife were waiting for me. They did not go to the cemetery nor to the luncheon following the ceremony so to this day I don't know who they were and I have never seen them again.<br />
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Although this wasn’t an outstanding act of kindness, in my heart I felt that I had done something very good.</b></span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-84767980395574970982012-03-16T08:11:00.001-07:002013-09-09T06:28:34.770-07:00Formal Cruise Photo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>(1) John and Jennifer....Son in law and granddaughter</b><br />
<b>(2) Jennifer and Austin....grandchildren</b><br />
<b>(3) Lisa and John....daughter and son in law</b><br />
<b>(4) Interior of cruise ship</b><br />
<b>(5) Ken and Jean</b><br />
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<b>What a great time we had!</b>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-3165253627338996612012-03-15T06:40:00.000-07:002012-03-16T07:46:10.082-07:00Andrew's Four Letter Word!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzjanLCf-y4AHqmlNmp3CwqS_hh29Lu63_fGPqtErdL_kAET9NuTZSMVPhnHytO9Vv_F4Uy5Q5xzln0VnAEuf0LH_GL4MEcG-cmH2R0FmqpEgPqK_n3i08nmYXFAECZtAT7aK9jBarh4/s1600-h/andrew+2+yrs.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448956541988445714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQzjanLCf-y4AHqmlNmp3CwqS_hh29Lu63_fGPqtErdL_kAET9NuTZSMVPhnHytO9Vv_F4Uy5Q5xzln0VnAEuf0LH_GL4MEcG-cmH2R0FmqpEgPqK_n3i08nmYXFAECZtAT7aK9jBarh4/s200/andrew+2+yrs.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 162px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Andrew is nearly 3 ½ years old and is now going to daycare which is both a good thing and a bad thing. It’s good because he is learning to play with children his own age and not rely on Grandma and Grandpa to cater to his every wish. But, it’s turned into a bad thing because he has been exposed to and caught every germ the daycare has floating around. Everyone says “well, he has to build an immunity to those childhood illnesses”....trust me, thats not a particularly welcome comment.<br />
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First colds, sore throats, sinus infections and now he will have surgery to place tubes in his ears to relieve fluid which has accumulated behind his ear drums. Do his grandparents feel guilty that he was in the dreaded daycare and not safe at home with us…..yes we do.<br />
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This morning I read an article by Sarah Warren a contributor to Momaha.com in Omaha, NE. She writes about a four letter word that Andrew has learned (from where?) and uses regularly. How embarrassing when he’s with a group of mothers with their sweet children. But, Sarah reminds us that children have their own “Rules of Engagement”. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">And, this is one of Andrew's favorites! </span><br />
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1. If I like it, it’s MINE<br />
2. If it’s in my hand, it’s MINE<br />
3. If I can take it from you, it’s MINE<br />
4. If I had it a little while ago, it’s MINE<br />
5. If it’s mine it must NEVER appear to be yours in any way<br />
6. If I’m doing or building something, all the pieces are MINE<br />
7. If it looks just like mine, it’s MINE<br />
8. If I saw it first it’s MINE<br />
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, it automatically becomes MINE<br />
10. If it’s broken, it’s YOURS<br />
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Sound familiar?<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Back when I was a pre-teen, horses were the love of my life. Now that I'm a grandmother, I have passed that love onto our youngest granddaughter. "Becca" is 14 and loves to ride....luckily we have friends with horses! Our friends also have 3 goats......playing with the goats is fun, but nothing compared to playing with the horses.</b></span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-6893020292304447222012-03-06T06:03:00.000-08:002012-03-16T07:39:18.667-07:00Rebecca, Andrew and Jenny<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Our youngest grandson, Andrew Michael turned 4 on Monday.....where has the time gone! We had his birthday party at our cabin on the Platte River. Andrew enjoys the cabin so much. There is a fishing pond, playground, meadow where he can fly kites and enjoy the fireworks on July 4th. Occasionally he will see the wild turkeys and deer that come out of the surrounding woods.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">We live in Omaha, Nebraska, home of the Henry Doorly Zoo, a wonderful place to lose yourself for hours. I grew up a block away from the zoo and consider it one of my old 'stomping' grounds. Prior to becoming the world renown zoo that it is now, it was called Riverview Park. In 1898 Riverview Park was part of the Trans-Mississippi and International Exposition. The next time you watch the original WIZARD OF OZ with Judy Garland, look at the hot air balloon Dorothy is going to use to return to Kansas....it says STATE FAIR Omaha!</span> <span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><br />
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Anyway we, the neighborhood kids, would play softball where the antelopes now roam, make dams in the stream that wanders through the park, ending in a big lagoon where we would ice skate in winter. Things have changed a lot in those 60 years...but is it still a wonderful place for kids.</span> <span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><br />
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We took our almost 4 year old grandson to the park on Friday....we wanted to see the new Madagascar exhibit and show Andrew the baby animals.....he has been to the zoo many times in his young life and thoroughly enjoys walking the paths in the Lied Jungle, seeing the monkeys high in the tree tops and hearing their screeching calls.</span> <span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">We were there from 10 Am to 3 Pm and had a great time......Andrew ran, climbed and splashed his way</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGlgoyENCa2Y8_2vzhlPKn9Ww6_cqGSJJYu1bPBZwQdG7k9P4sAx3jmpTyowq9tXYN5W7oaNVs7Z-Lq9gBqteQfUTD80OIWWLnvG9tDf84uonzap0fk-4lUtBbacM8VI3Q0mKlrMWGQI/s1600/Andrew+sleeping+in+car.jpg" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469671136927714162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGlgoyENCa2Y8_2vzhlPKn9Ww6_cqGSJJYu1bPBZwQdG7k9P4sAx3jmpTyowq9tXYN5W7oaNVs7Z-Lq9gBqteQfUTD80OIWWLnvG9tDf84uonzap0fk-4lUtBbacM8VI3Q0mKlrMWGQI/s200/Andrew+sleeping+in+car.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"> through everything he could find.<br />
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But, by 3 o'clock, he was ready to have a drink of water and settle back in his car seat for the ride home.</span> <span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">We are so fortunate to have our grandchildren in Omaha where we can call their parents at a moment's notice and say "Hey, we'd like to take Andrew, Rebecca, Jenny, Austin, Mason, Connor or Hayden to the zoo with us for the day"</span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-57626631677804293572012-02-22T07:22:00.000-08:002012-03-16T07:41:22.071-07:00I Make My Tea in a Mr. Coffee Coffee Maker<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw8JjZnLT21pQat9HHiGb0JxoHti0Qu0SIJnQXTMa49WY-5p1DV2Z2H0X97zorRvvJHOrOpb8xOiRgVQCKHZ8Fff5D-CEle1rZEHL0s60ij6ukx2OiRIXZ6yd_vzpNC-XFqJoHwgtlsY/s1600/tea+in+a+cup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw8JjZnLT21pQat9HHiGb0JxoHti0Qu0SIJnQXTMa49WY-5p1DV2Z2H0X97zorRvvJHOrOpb8xOiRgVQCKHZ8Fff5D-CEle1rZEHL0s60ij6ukx2OiRIXZ6yd_vzpNC-XFqJoHwgtlsY/s200/tea+in+a+cup.jpg" width="143" /></a><b><span style="font-size: small;">I have made tea in my Mr. Coffee Coffee Maker for years....we drink a lot of tea and its easier and faster than making it in a tea pot or one cup at a time. I use 3 Lipton tea bags, two are black tea and one is green. But, we haven't a water softener and we live in an area where the water is rock hard, full of </span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">two minerals -- calcium and magnesium.</span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"> I always have major tea stains in my sink and coffee cups. Plus the tea looks murky. The tea leaves a filmy layer in the cups and if I don't rinse the cups right away, the stains "set" and are very difficult to remove. If I do rinse them in the sink and do not immediately clean the sink, it gets really yucky too and I have to scrub it with cleanser. It sounds like I'm a terrible housekeeper but actually I'm not. I just have this problem with tea bag stain.</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">Last week my husband suggested that I put a coffee filter into the coffee pot, put the tea bags into it, and let the filter catch the residue from the tea bags. Zoweeee, it works, my tea is clear and the flavor is as good as ever. </span></b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">This residue stuff does not always appear. I think that our water utility company treats the water differently at some times of the year. It depends on the water itself. Our water is taken from either wells around Omaha, or from the Missouri River...a scary thought. It is purified and treated and passes all its' inspections, but.........</span></b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-33958094971275000202012-02-22T06:45:00.002-08:002013-09-09T06:45:16.211-07:00A Bonanza - But not the TV series<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Are you one of the millions who BUY items online? Or, are you one of the millions who SELL on line? Some of my friends hold garage sales every spring, summer and fall – but that is usually too time-consuming and here in Nebraska, you never know what the weather will be like…..wind, sudden rainstorms or “fry an egg on the sidewalk” temperatures.</span></b></span><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">My friend Connie and I have ventured into the Sell On Line arena….at first we did some posting, etc. on Ebay…she has a basement full of glassware and did well. Unfortunately, between owning a “store” on Ebay and paying a monthly fee, plus fee for posting an item and paying a final fee on the sales price (including postage) it turned out to be a lot more work and less profit than anticipated. After a few months, I gave up.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">I turned my back on Ebay and opted to try a new selling site…Bonanza. Bonanza is not an auction site, you set a price and if a buyer wants it, they buy it. All in all, Bonanza’s prices tend to be less than Ebays mainly because they do not have a charge for owning a “booth”, have no listing fees and once you list an item it does not expire in a week …</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Many of the items are from our own family of four grown children plus seven grandchildren, ranging in age from 21 to 4. I also frequent garage and estate sales (my favorite). Estate sales have much nicer items….a garage sale usually has things that the owner wants to get rid of…an estate sale means that it all goes…good, bad and often quite ugly! </span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">My store/booth is called</span><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.bonanza.com/booths/StarChild3" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> U Finally Foundit</a></span><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> and I invite you to visit me on Bonanza. Or, if you are a seller (or want to be) you can join and do some selling yourself. The other sellers are the friendliest group you will ever meet…no snide remarks if you don’t know what you’re doing, many suggestions as to how to improve your booth…..many of your sales will be to Bonanza members and you’ll find yourself buying items FROM Bonanza members.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Come on over and see what I’m offering.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.bonanza.com/booths/StarChild3" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> U Finally Foundit</a></span></span></b></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /></span> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">JeaneBee</span> </span></span></b>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-4617171137371591432012-02-01T07:29:00.000-08:002012-02-21T21:51:48.725-08:00Tip of the Day - foggy shower mirror<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>My favorite "Tip of the Day"....clean your mirror with shaving cream!<br />
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I like a HOT shower and although we have a fan in the bathroom, the mirror gets steamy and foggy. If you clean your mirror with shaving cream, as you'd do with Windex, it won't fog up.....it will be perfectly clean, no oily film and you'll see your reflection as usual. You can use a coffee filter to wipe off the shaving cream.<br />
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But, don't do what I did! I pointed the can of shave cream at the mirror and pressed the button....whoosh, I had a gob the size of Texas on the mirror with rebound splatters all <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFxGfGPX17Em7gdPqXtEg3ckN4Xa1paEEXbbzG6Jr7aFZ1aXzXHslykwIqHXlLHtNmJAM4oIHME0yOcwNtXleqaC7PRILC57TKAQgimFr4CQylGEpKsqOu-p9EaRWio0BF39CEHRWMsg/s1600-h/shaving+cream.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" height="107" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240885061644048994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFxGfGPX17Em7gdPqXtEg3ckN4Xa1paEEXbbzG6Jr7aFZ1aXzXHslykwIqHXlLHtNmJAM4oIHME0yOcwNtXleqaC7PRILC57TKAQgimFr4CQylGEpKsqOu-p9EaRWio0BF39CEHRWMsg/s200/shaving+cream.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="90" /></a>over the wall! And a whole bunch of shaving cream splatters on me.<br />
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I know better now!</b></span></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-86642681146786843762012-01-17T17:42:00.000-08:002012-01-22T08:53:30.556-08:00Surviving the 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>A friend emailed this to me. Wow, I was born in the 1930s and can remember doing most if not all of the dangerous things mentioned. Even putting my children on their tummies and letting the toddler stand between Daddy and I as we drove down the street.<br />
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TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1930's, 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's!!<br />
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First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.<br />
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They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can and didn't get tested for diabetes.<br />
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Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints.<br />
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We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.<br />
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As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags. Riding in the back of a pick up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.<br />
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We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle.<br />
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We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and no one actually died from this.<br />
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We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-aid made with real white sugar. And, we weren't overweight.<br />
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WHY? Because we were always outside, playing...that's why!<br />
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We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.<br />
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No one was able to reach us all day. And, we were O.K.<br />
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We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.<br />
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We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's and X-boxes. There were no video games, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms.<br />
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WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!<br />
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We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.<br />
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We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.<br />
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We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.<br />
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We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them.<br />
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Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment.<br />
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Imagine that!!<br />
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The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!<br />
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These generations have produced some of the best risk takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.<br />
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The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.<br />
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We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all. If YOU are one of them ........ CONGRATULATIONS!<br />
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You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.<br />
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While you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave and lucky their parents were.<br />
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Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it ?</b></span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-3256978534558733352011-12-25T10:57:00.000-08:002011-12-29T09:05:45.650-08:00Halloween Buzz Lightyear Twins<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ujA0RvXdWgft53g0mryWzfiluj-z9rkpE_NO3lgBFzi5hs1WFmmCGD1_h4att7NZ6vOBBwVAzdLwUEt5HuyILj5S88ZS18UTd7y2y9oQEIq_vsqVVNDbxqZCbpdj5k23gfjiljOjhA8/s1600/Andrew+Halloween24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ujA0RvXdWgft53g0mryWzfiluj-z9rkpE_NO3lgBFzi5hs1WFmmCGD1_h4att7NZ6vOBBwVAzdLwUEt5HuyILj5S88ZS18UTd7y2y9oQEIq_vsqVVNDbxqZCbpdj5k23gfjiljOjhA8/s200/Andrew+Halloween24.jpg" width="174" /></a><b><span style="font-size: small;">Andrew's Day Care had a Halloween Party and parade on Monday, October 31 (Halloween this year) He had such a great time. The staff was dressed in costumes and the kids were excited about walking to the stores near the Day Care center. The first stop was a dental office (expected toothbrushes but actually got candy), then was the Pizza Place and Kwik Shop. More candy....nothing was turned down, there will be lots of trading when they get back to the center. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Last on the parade route was Jensen Tire and Auto </span></b><b><span style="font-size: small;">which is next to the Daycare complex....the parade leaders evidently forgot that Jensen was expecting the little guys to stop and the parade walked right on past. The front door flew open and manager, Mike, came running out after them. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Hey, hey, don't forget us, we've got lots of candy for the kids", the parade made a reverse turn and went back to the auto shop. Who said that Halloween was just for kids? The adults have fun too!</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ken and I were there to take photos of the costumed "beggers" and didn't notice that Andrew had a twin....he and another little boy were wearing Buzz Lightyear costumes. They weren't identical but Andrew was thrilled that he had a "brother"...."Grandma look!!!! he's just like me" They walked around each other .... Andrew had boots and gloves, the other boy didn't. But....he had a belt that talked "I'm Buzz Lightyear"...I think Andrew would have gladly traded his boots and gloves for that belt!</span></span></b></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbP2vKo9YVr4XQz9YOn3p2c_pOtjZd_Xz386gfcUPsm7afttyycZrumPUo2ADRIRdBv1HsDO3EqVIdVYv2oWqmymTUx0oYRboHNscLbVpGWrOijJq10niPpXfp4NerkQBUKLuQzsYpag8/s1600/Andrew+Halloween17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbP2vKo9YVr4XQz9YOn3p2c_pOtjZd_Xz386gfcUPsm7afttyycZrumPUo2ADRIRdBv1HsDO3EqVIdVYv2oWqmymTUx0oYRboHNscLbVpGWrOijJq10niPpXfp4NerkQBUKLuQzsYpag8/s200/Andrew+Halloween17.jpg" width="200" /></a>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-88661653014660273732011-10-29T14:01:00.000-07:002011-12-10T13:19:44.621-08:00100 Years from Now.......my legacy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEv6MHVBb0nHak2PmGBUN1p1BX1XUlt0zGcOYY7nov2ws6qBamoAn1yqGFKODeGZEGQA92IqYXYxceb9qgKmSSuz6hbDZpVWC419DYvRmP1lobs9ULA5zLGUB0h1tD43NrNGBIsWPpo_M/s1600/2010+Christmas3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557232813435292498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEv6MHVBb0nHak2PmGBUN1p1BX1XUlt0zGcOYY7nov2ws6qBamoAn1yqGFKODeGZEGQA92IqYXYxceb9qgKmSSuz6hbDZpVWC419DYvRmP1lobs9ULA5zLGUB0h1tD43NrNGBIsWPpo_M/s200/2010+Christmas3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrIwkhVplPaBuftaavopmW-HeukDLkGgKi_VpEIwb0O377XNFh2ld6BBARVmmWar4IJ5KPTRSpjKvRGNYkcq7a_f2Fn2tkS0pfA7uPB5Bz-NF9WlJc4OBR99BqFDFWRw_kdJw2hfd9H8U/s1600/2010+Christmas2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557230258182839410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrIwkhVplPaBuftaavopmW-HeukDLkGgKi_VpEIwb0O377XNFh2ld6BBARVmmWar4IJ5KPTRSpjKvRGNYkcq7a_f2Fn2tkS0pfA7uPB5Bz-NF9WlJc4OBR99BqFDFWRw_kdJw2hfd9H8U/s200/2010+Christmas2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 157px; width: 155px;" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80SvFglz-tmBKkQSY8EVz4GL2hLgodKtmWCP5xHVEiDP_CewFn8h0j_FN_Uhash0Zdm2xeP7HzKS-3OIYZfo4hBkjjeJijCugJx4SzreGUUVEe4W0KpnVqaZ0RfHqhfzK89TX0Ehgevo/s1600/rebecca2+July+2009.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481584315836455250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj80SvFglz-tmBKkQSY8EVz4GL2hLgodKtmWCP5xHVEiDP_CewFn8h0j_FN_Uhash0Zdm2xeP7HzKS-3OIYZfo4hBkjjeJijCugJx4SzreGUUVEe4W0KpnVqaZ0RfHqhfzK89TX0Ehgevo/s200/rebecca2+July+2009.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; height: 159px; width: 98px;" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKS2S7YtN7sD6n9KGMQvtOyxpBVZ08C3IWehJQvMedvRhbug7f944JL9bKnPVJ3tBUO4MjLTWroyAD1oV89p_dGnZl50Gj1_Xfpx4zMhyphenhyphenKVO7KOo5VLnMVIuqLdhhNzLG4ptGXT7z85U/s1600/Andrew+9+2010.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481510084148332082" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeKS2S7YtN7sD6n9KGMQvtOyxpBVZ08C3IWehJQvMedvRhbug7f944JL9bKnPVJ3tBUO4MjLTWroyAD1oV89p_dGnZl50Gj1_Xfpx4zMhyphenhyphenKVO7KOo5VLnMVIuqLdhhNzLG4ptGXT7z85U/s200/Andrew+9+2010.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 162px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 128px;" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 180%;">...................</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 180%;">.......100 Ye</span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 180%;">ars </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 180%;">From Now.......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">It will not matter what my bank </span><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">account was, the sort of house I lived in or what kind of a car I drove, but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child...</span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"> Grandma </span>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-79161116825835331722011-10-27T09:52:00.000-07:002011-12-10T13:20:24.916-08:00Jenny and the Ostrich<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2U-9lNHi1hCZ50fBHbTDyABBQo93fh1UJIhfI2UB7liGptdYcgt_ryOcOXVwRwXj-IfYCpQ0IBBNM1Q5x8yaC0cVZkf8HJtTf5pCig2o3n8euiE5mGoj2u0jYSQBKsBxuFkB8LQfu0Q/s1600/Aruba+ostrich.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518733146762650434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS2U-9lNHi1hCZ50fBHbTDyABBQo93fh1UJIhfI2UB7liGptdYcgt_ryOcOXVwRwXj-IfYCpQ0IBBNM1Q5x8yaC0cVZkf8HJtTf5pCig2o3n8euiE5mGoj2u0jYSQBKsBxuFkB8LQfu0Q/s200/Aruba+ostrich.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 171px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Last spring we were on a cruise to the Caribbean and one of the ports was Aruba. We took a day tour and visited an ostrich farm. </b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZSlyrmC0FHrnM4exHi5XWGb4SbtNtGxELunVEMYkHf6gVrnOv6dskFGdXvLHg43SKDpHgYQrNy22nBtI9vSN4oGcJrKj72HPCcxNuBebntHAoO1paMtimvEmhUDCmDzqyqtEdqZl4UQ/s1600/austin+ostrich.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518735213060135730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMZSlyrmC0FHrnM4exHi5XWGb4SbtNtGxELunVEMYkHf6gVrnOv6dskFGdXvLHg43SKDpHgYQrNy22nBtI9vSN4oGcJrKj72HPCcxNuBebntHAoO1paMtimvEmhUDCmDzqyqtEdqZl4UQ/s200/austin+ostrich.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 122px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Our two grandchildren Austin</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> and Jennifer had a chance to feed the ostriche</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>s….Austin was not sure if he liked them and was worried l</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>osing a finger or two in the process. I don’t blame him, they were about 8 feet tall and had big hard beaks and big eyes that stared at you (not friendly). The feed was a small type of pellet and the trainer pour</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>ed some into their cupped hands. The birds would reach over the fence</b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrqP6_RRFzwrdGUgqwifDYZt9JPpYj_XibzHWbUdg4Xn3uVwwYWmW1L7Qelw2ZtM5E6N4EHdMYQw7BwvdE0nvAZoHrWB4Rf45wqpSaF9-ffqL96P7lWB1h83Zc1lm99N0yooyUUDE300I/s1600/aruba+ostrich2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518677876448135138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrqP6_RRFzwrdGUgqwifDYZt9JPpYj_XibzHWbUdg4Xn3uVwwYWmW1L7Qelw2ZtM5E6N4EHdMYQw7BwvdE0nvAZoHrWB4Rf45wqpSaF9-ffqL96P7lWB1h83Zc1lm99N0yooyUUDE300I/s200/aruba+ostrich2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 130px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> and peck the food from your hands. Jenny didn't like th</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>em eit</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>her </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>but the guid</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>e gave her the feed bowl so we could take a photo of her "feeding" the ostrich.</b></span><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I didn't feed them, d</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>idn't even give it a thou</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>ght. I</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> never did like ostriches. The trainer made a huge ostrich squat down and the children in the group </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>we</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>re allowed to sit</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> on it’s back so the parents could take photogra</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>phs. This was one of the few tourist stops that didn't charge for photographs and the parents were clicking like crazy.<br />
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</b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_sks8Nm0K0WDKG2SEJs_NgoAjyVc4hxY22teqBrgo-xc_evKn86kimJFHIpIEPSTRS1925Yitjp5vyCwnJWIkVgWoNdsaJ_UseO7AsiAy8U3GRHvlPlmoi3W3LjK0SYpoe5b_1lJegc/s1600-h/aruba+ostrich3.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></span></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>When it was Jenny's turn she climbed on it'</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>s back and the ostrich decided to get up and take a walk around the enclosure. </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The ostrich was probably getting tired of the w</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>hole thing and just wanted to be left alone.<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>It started off as a walk but it was more of a trot with the trainer trying to grab it's neck. </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>The trainer didn't have a rope or leash on the bird (obviously it wasn't supposed to go anywhere). </b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br />
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<div><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>Jenny didn’t know that it was planning to get u</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>p and take</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> off....when the other kids were on its back, it just sat quietly as they had their pictures taken. Suddenly Jenny found herself 5 feet in the air on the back of an ostrich who was squawking and flapping it’s wings.....doing it’s best to get away from the trainer. Jen had a look of pure terror on her face! The traine</b></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_sks8Nm0K0WDKG2SEJs_NgoAjyVc4hxY22teqBrgo-xc_evKn86kimJFHIpIEPSTRS1925Yitjp5vyCwnJWIkVgWoNdsaJ_UseO7AsiAy8U3GRHvlPlmoi3W3LjK0SYpoe5b_1lJegc/s1600-h/aruba+ostrich3.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148387004068820354" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_sks8Nm0K0WDKG2SEJs_NgoAjyVc4hxY22teqBrgo-xc_evKn86kimJFHIpIEPSTRS1925Yitjp5vyCwnJWIkVgWoNdsaJ_UseO7AsiAy8U3GRHvlPlmoi3W3LjK0SYpoe5b_1lJegc/s200/aruba+ostrich3.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></b></span></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>r wasn't looking too happy eith</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>er.<br />
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV_sks8Nm0K0WDKG2SEJs_NgoAjyVc4hxY22teqBrgo-xc_evKn86kimJFHIpIEPSTRS1925Yitjp5vyCwnJWIkVgWoNdsaJ_UseO7AsiAy8U3GRHvlPlmoi3W3LjK0SYpoe5b_1lJegc/s1600-h/aruba+ostrich3.jpg"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b></b></span></a><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>He kept telling her to hol</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>d onto the wings, but she was afraid she’d hurt it. And, grabbing two big flapping wings is easier said than done.......so she floundered from side to side trying to keep her balance for three full gallops around the pen. Once it slowed to a stop, she slid off it’s tail. I don’t remember if she was laughing or screaming but she was definitely relieved to be on solid ground.<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>I’m sure she’ll fondly remember her first (and la</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>st) ostrich ride.<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b>She is now the star of a whole bunch of home</b></span><span style="font-family: arial;"><b> movies. The other passengers thought the whole episode was hilarious.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;"><b> </b></span></div></div></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-38150430027388687062011-08-09T11:53:00.000-07:002012-02-01T09:40:32.571-08:0025 Manners You Should Know<span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">These 25 Manners were printed in 2011 in PARENTS magazine. A list of 25 manners every kid needs to know by age 9. Unfortunately many teenagers and adults didn't learn them at all. Consider this a refresher course in things your mother may have told you--or should have.</span></span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #1</u></span></span></div><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;">When asking for something, say "Please." </span></span> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #2</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">When receiving something, say "Thank you."<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #3</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Do not interrupt grown-ups who are speaking with each other unless there is an emergency. They will notice you and respond when they are finished talking<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #4</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">If you do need to get somebody's attention right away, the phrase "excuse me" is the most polite way for you to enter the conversation<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #5</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">When you have any doubt about doing something, ask permission first. It can save you from many hours of grief later.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #6</u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">The world is not interested in what you dislike. Keep negative opinions to yourself, or between you and your friends, and out of earshot of adults.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #7</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Do not comment on other people's physical characteristics unless, of course, it's to compliment them, which is always welcome.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #8</u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">When people ask you how you are, tell them and then ask them how they are.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #9</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">When you have spent time at your friend's house, remember to thank his or her parents for having you over and for the good time you had.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #10</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Knock on closed doors -- and wait to see if there's a response -- before entering.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #11</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">When you make a phone call, introduce yourself first and then ask if you can speak with the person you are calling.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #12</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Be appreciative and say "thank you" for any gift you receive. In the age of e-mail, a handwritten thank-you note can have a powerful effect.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #13</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Never use foul language in front of adults. Grown-ups already know all those words, and they find them boring and unpleasant.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #14</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Don't call people mean names.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #15</u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Do not make fun of anyone for any reason. Teasing shows others you are weak, and ganging up on someone else is cruel.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #16</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Even if a play or an assembly is boring, sit through it quietly and pretend that you are interested. The performers and presenters are doing their best.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #17</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">If you bump into somebody, immediately say "Excuse me."<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #18</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Cover your mouth when you cough or sneeze, and don't pick your nose in public.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #19</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">As you walk through a door, look to see if you can hold it open for someone else.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #20</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">If you come across a parent, a teacher, or a neighbor working on something, ask if you can help. If they say "yes," do so -- you may learn something new.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #21</u></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">When an adult asks you for a favor, do it without grumbling and with a smile.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #22</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">When someone helps you, say "thank you." That person will likely want to help you again. This is especially true with teachers!<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #23</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Use eating utensils properly. If you are unsure how to do so, ask your parents to teach you or watch what adults do.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #24</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Keep a napkin on your lap; use it to wipe your mouth when necessary.<br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span class="acthead3"><u>Manner #25</u></span><u> </u></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">Don't reach for things at the table; ask to have them passed.</span></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1007329970146296036.post-5576492747683956642011-05-28T21:55:00.000-07:002011-05-28T08:22:53.881-07:00Good-Bye All My Children, Erica Kane and Susan Lucci<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQXBdWf5YvC1d1nngUhn9o0t_VaV2fCmwk65LaiIzs0OuCWxdkXPOkA8C54dzqu7XwIbfAgVjVDcKu6rpBBiRuPLEXl7VQ8psITwmhWZPEUIMaipvoiZrR8idRp0-wmYRuAzuVsnmO_Q/s1600/all_my_children_gala.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzQXBdWf5YvC1d1nngUhn9o0t_VaV2fCmwk65LaiIzs0OuCWxdkXPOkA8C54dzqu7XwIbfAgVjVDcKu6rpBBiRuPLEXl7VQ8psITwmhWZPEUIMaipvoiZrR8idRp0-wmYRuAzuVsnmO_Q/s320/all_my_children_gala.jpg" width="256" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIaVkwaaDDsfOh1CCnPSeWnro8qAjMBBhoeaJug-fue39jsFEhmPqeG9T3qPnjPBqKJokLpu_pNNNWHDV0OyiNM8Rqy8SVnT7ALr845F7neZAopVUvjT8yYoshRCEq1DoquxlURbsslM/s1600/susan+lucci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPIaVkwaaDDsfOh1CCnPSeWnro8qAjMBBhoeaJug-fue39jsFEhmPqeG9T3qPnjPBqKJokLpu_pNNNWHDV0OyiNM8Rqy8SVnT7ALr845F7neZAopVUvjT8yYoshRCEq1DoquxlURbsslM/s200/susan+lucci.jpg" width="125" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>In September, one of my favorite daytime TV shows will be cancelled…..no more Erica, Jack, Kendall, Tad or Opal. Pine Valley will be gone. I won’t say that my world will come to an end, but I will really miss All My Children. I do know that I will not be watching The Chew….it is an idiotic name (sounds like its about chewing tobacco) and, if anything, should be on the Food network. Paula Deen and Mario Batali have shows of their own….let them stay there.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2I8n17vfZvk84a5obDsEmd7eP68_NCmJK5Fti_0LQicLhr-B6uu_zs-0qmTUYDnDOsCT1pf7n2g3vWEnPUIkav-b0QeG4zEJT8SpEVxqazldDU6KuKDb3LJe6vYiYWLOSYyoLI21N2BQ/s1600/amc+jack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2I8n17vfZvk84a5obDsEmd7eP68_NCmJK5Fti_0LQicLhr-B6uu_zs-0qmTUYDnDOsCT1pf7n2g3vWEnPUIkav-b0QeG4zEJT8SpEVxqazldDU6KuKDb3LJe6vYiYWLOSYyoLI21N2BQ/s200/amc+jack.jpg" width="142" /></a><b>I don’t know how ABC determines the number of watchers for individual shows, nor do they know how many people tape shows to watch after work. That’s what my daughter does. And if I miss a episode, I watch it on SoapNet that evening. I have watched TV for over 20 years and have yet to be called or asked what TV show I’m watching. How can the “powers that be” say that the show is not being watched? Or know the age of the watchers. As for not using products advertised on the show, HEY, I babysit and buy diapers for my grandchildren, wash clothes using detergent, mop my kitchen floor, eat yogurt, buy cars and want to lose weight.....and I have the money to pay for these products.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>This year, I was given Susan Lucci’s autobiography for Mother’s Day. My daughter knew that I am a AMC fan (as is she) so when Susan came to Naperville, IL to promote her book, ALL MY LIFE, Christine and Connor, my grandson, went to the bookstore, bought the book for me and Susan (Erica Kane) autographed it. I didn’t realize how much training and schooling Susan Lucci herself had before going into show business. The book tells all.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>If you have a chance and you are an AMC fan, buy the book and read her life story. Especially about the car accident she had as a young woman. She was thrown through the front window of her fiance’s car and her face was badly cut by the shattered glass. Although Erica Kane has had more marriages than a cat has lives, Susan Lucci has only been married once (happily) has 2 children, grandchildren and lives in Garden City, New York.</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Oh yes, how did I come to be an expert on natural and unnatural disasters? I’m one of the many people who subscribe to a<a href="http://www.d3q.com/"> DirectTV</a> system and take advantage of updates on the Weather Channel. If there is a flood, tornado or forest fire in my area….I know about it and can take the necessary actions to keep my family out of harm’s way..</b></div>JeaneBeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02998757623460656648noreply@blogger.com