From "Waitress":
"I was addicted to saying things and have them matter to someone".
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Jan's "World Famous" Clam Dip
1- 8oz Philadelphia Cream Cheese
1- 5 or 6 ounce can Minced clams
1 small onion, chopped coarse
1 T Worcestershire sauce
Drain clams
Moisten cream cheese as you mix with clam juice, adding a little at a time, not all at once as the mixture will get too soupy. Mixture should be fairly thick. Add clams, onions, Worcestershire sauce. Mix well. Serve with potato chips.
My own version of the above, because I am too sensitive to cut up onions, so I omit them. I add sour cream to mine, because I didn't realize I had this recipe, so I always thought sour cream was part of it! Oops. Onions are pretty good in it, but somebody else has to do the chopping, if they want them.
1- 5 or 6 ounce can Minced clams
1 small onion, chopped coarse
1 T Worcestershire sauce
Drain clams
Moisten cream cheese as you mix with clam juice, adding a little at a time, not all at once as the mixture will get too soupy. Mixture should be fairly thick. Add clams, onions, Worcestershire sauce. Mix well. Serve with potato chips.
My own version of the above, because I am too sensitive to cut up onions, so I omit them. I add sour cream to mine, because I didn't realize I had this recipe, so I always thought sour cream was part of it! Oops. Onions are pretty good in it, but somebody else has to do the chopping, if they want them.
Banana Bread- Aunt Janet's
1 cup sugar
1/2 c butter or margarine
2 egg, beaten
2 bananas, mashed
4 T sour milk
1 t baking soda (put in milk)
1/2 t salt
1 1/2 c flour
1/2 c nuts
Mix together well. Bake in loaf pan at 350 for 35 minutes or until tester comes out clean.
1/2 c butter or margarine
2 egg, beaten
2 bananas, mashed
4 T sour milk
1 t baking soda (put in milk)
1/2 t salt
1 1/2 c flour
1/2 c nuts
Mix together well. Bake in loaf pan at 350 for 35 minutes or until tester comes out clean.
Pet Peeves while Driving
Since I am one step from having road rage, I thought I would start posting my "driving" pet peeves here.
GO THE DAMN SPEED LIMIT!!!! I don't expect anyone to go over the speed limit, but go the speed limit. It isn't that hard to do. And if you are so slow, stay in the RIGHT LANE!!! And I don't care if you are going the speed limit, you do not belong in the left lane on a highway. You are a danger to everyone. So get off your "I am going the speed-limit-high-horse" and move over!
We all make this error, but seriously, this will help, USE YOUR BLINKER IF YOU ARE GOING TO CHANGE LANES!!!! THEN LOOK AND SEE IF SOMEONE IS IN THAT LANE, BEFORE CHANGING LANES!!!!! Also, try to look over your shoulder, don't just rely on your side-view mirrors.
QUIT BACKING UP IN A PARKING SPACE!!!!! Are you looking for a quick get out? Worried you may have to make a run for it? It is a lot harder to back in than out. So why make everyone wait while you back into that spot, before we can go find a spot. And if you still insist, would you park in the middle of the spot!
THE BLINKER IS TO WARN THOSE AROUND YOU, ESPECIALLY THOSE BEHIND YOU, THAT YOU PLAN TO PUT ON YOUR BRAKE AND SLOW DOWN, SO WE DON'T RAM YOUR A$$. It is not the other way around, like so many people seem to think.
Ok, I know there is no law about this one, but since too many people can't figure this one out, or too self-centered to follow this rule, let me help you out: IF YOU ARE TURNING RIGHT AT A LIGHT AND THERE IS A YIELD SIGN, YIELD TO THE PERSON TURNING LEFT.
And this one really pisses me off. Those who decide to take their sweet ole' time going through a light, practically at a stand still, then the light turns yellow as you approach, and since they were too slow, you can't make it.
GO THE DAMN SPEED LIMIT!!!! I don't expect anyone to go over the speed limit, but go the speed limit. It isn't that hard to do. And if you are so slow, stay in the RIGHT LANE!!! And I don't care if you are going the speed limit, you do not belong in the left lane on a highway. You are a danger to everyone. So get off your "I am going the speed-limit-high-horse" and move over!
We all make this error, but seriously, this will help, USE YOUR BLINKER IF YOU ARE GOING TO CHANGE LANES!!!! THEN LOOK AND SEE IF SOMEONE IS IN THAT LANE, BEFORE CHANGING LANES!!!!! Also, try to look over your shoulder, don't just rely on your side-view mirrors.
QUIT BACKING UP IN A PARKING SPACE!!!!! Are you looking for a quick get out? Worried you may have to make a run for it? It is a lot harder to back in than out. So why make everyone wait while you back into that spot, before we can go find a spot. And if you still insist, would you park in the middle of the spot!
THE BLINKER IS TO WARN THOSE AROUND YOU, ESPECIALLY THOSE BEHIND YOU, THAT YOU PLAN TO PUT ON YOUR BRAKE AND SLOW DOWN, SO WE DON'T RAM YOUR A$$. It is not the other way around, like so many people seem to think.
Ok, I know there is no law about this one, but since too many people can't figure this one out, or too self-centered to follow this rule, let me help you out: IF YOU ARE TURNING RIGHT AT A LIGHT AND THERE IS A YIELD SIGN, YIELD TO THE PERSON TURNING LEFT.
And this one really pisses me off. Those who decide to take their sweet ole' time going through a light, practically at a stand still, then the light turns yellow as you approach, and since they were too slow, you can't make it.
Favorite Bread- 3 seed
Wheat Bread Mix (make dough as directed)
2 tbs. Honey (unless the mix is Honey Wheat)
1 cup sunflower seeds
1/4 cup sesame seeds
1/8th cup poppy seeds
Mix all ingredients, then let dough rise as usual. Bake per mix directions.
2 tbs. Honey (unless the mix is Honey Wheat)
1 cup sunflower seeds
1/4 cup sesame seeds
1/8th cup poppy seeds
Mix all ingredients, then let dough rise as usual. Bake per mix directions.
Why Men Are Never Depressed
From an e-mail:
Men are just happier people--What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom, because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pair of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everthing on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes--one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
Men are just happier people--What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom, because this one is just too icky. You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100. People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them. New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks. A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pair of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everthing on your face stays its original color. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades. You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes--one color for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Help for Nausea, Hiccups, or Nosebleeds
Nausea: If you feel it coming on either smell rubbing alcohol or swallow a dash of salt.
Hiccups: Swallow a tsp of sugar. After swallowed, then drink water.
Nosebleeds: Soak a cotton ball with vinegar and place in nose.
None work every time or for everyone.
Hiccups: Swallow a tsp of sugar. After swallowed, then drink water.
Nosebleeds: Soak a cotton ball with vinegar and place in nose.
None work every time or for everyone.
Statue of Iwo Jima
Six Boys And Thirteen Hands...
Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade
class from Clinton , WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly
enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special
memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.
On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial.
This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of
the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers
raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima , Japan , during WW II.
Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and
headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, 'Where are you guys from?'
I told him that we were from Wisconsin 'Hey, I'm a cheese head, too!
Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.'
(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to
his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments fil led with history in Washington , D.C. , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)
When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are
his words that night.)
'My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin My dad is on
that statue, and I just wrote a book called 'Flags of Our Fathers'
which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the
story of the six boys you see behind me.
'Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the
ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game: A game called 'War.' But it didn't turn out to be a ga me. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in I wo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.
(He pointed to the statue) 'You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire . If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph... a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima Boys. Not old men.
'The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike
Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called
him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country.' He knew he was talking to
little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'
'The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian
from Arizona . Ira Hayes was one who walked off Iwo Jima . He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero.' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and onl y 27 of us walked off alive?' So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive That was Ira Hayes. He had images o f horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32. (ten years after this picture was taken).
'The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from
Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70,
told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down.
Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19.
When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his
mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.
'The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John
Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until
1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada . Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell 's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the pres s.
'You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero.
Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument.
My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died.
And when boys died in Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.
'When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad
was a hero When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.'
'So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end her e. Thank you for your time.'
Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a
flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the
heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.
We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice.
Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom.
Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world.
God Bless You and God Bless America
REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day.
PS . One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in
DC that is not mentioned here is that if you look at the statue very
closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.
Each year I am hired to go to Washington , DC , with the eighth grade
class from Clinton , WI where I grew up, to videotape their trip. I greatly
enjoy visiting our nation's capitol, and each year I take some special
memories back with me. This fall's trip was especially memorable.
On the last night of our trip, we stopped at the Iwo Jima memorial.
This memorial is the largest bronze statue in the world and depicts one of
the most famous photographs in history -- that of the six brave soldiers
raising the American Flag at the top of a rocky hill on the island of Iwo Jima , Japan , during WW II.
Over one hundred students and chaperones piled off the buses and
headed towards the memorial. I noticed a solitary figure at the base of the statue, and as I got closer he asked, 'Where are you guys from?'
I told him that we were from Wisconsin 'Hey, I'm a cheese head, too!
Come gather around, Cheese heads, and I will tell you a story.'
(James Bradley just happened to be in Washington , DC , to speak at the memorial the following day. He was there that night to say good night to
his dad, who had passed away. He was just about to leave when he saw the buses pull up. I videotaped him as he spoke to us, and received his permission to share what he said from my videotape. It is one thing to tour the incredible monuments fil led with history in Washington , D.C. , but it is quite another to get the kind of insight we received that night.)
When all had gathered around, he reverently began to speak. (Here are
his words that night.)
'My name is James Bradley and I'm from Antigo, Wisconsin My dad is on
that statue, and I just wrote a book called 'Flags of Our Fathers'
which is #5 on the New York Times Best Seller list right now. It is the
story of the six boys you see behind me.
'Six boys raised the flag. The first guy putting the pole in the
ground is Harlon Block. Harlon was an all-state football player. He enlisted in the Marine Corps with all the senior members of his football team. They were off to play another type of game: A game called 'War.' But it didn't turn out to be a ga me. Harlon, at the age of 21, died with his intestines in his hands. I don't say that to gross you out, I say that because there are people who stand in front of this statue and talk about the glory of war. You guys need to know that most of the boys in I wo Jima were 17, 18, and 19 years old and it was so hard that the ones who did make it home never even would talk to their families about it.
(He pointed to the statue) 'You see this next guy? That's Rene Gagnon from New Hampshire . If you took Rene's helmet off at the moment this photo was taken and looked in the webbing of that helmet, you would find a photograph... a photograph of his girlfriend. Rene put that in there for protection because he was scared. He was 18 years old. It was just boys who won the battle of Iwo Jima Boys. Not old men.
'The next guy here, the third guy in this tableau, was Sergeant Mike
Strank. Mike is my hero. He was the hero of all these guys. They called
him the 'old man' because he was so old. He was already 24. When Mike would motivate his boys in training camp, he didn't say, 'Let's go kill some Japanese' or 'Let's die for our country.' He knew he was talking to
little boys. Instead he would say, 'You do what I say, and I'll get you home to your mothers.'
'The last guy on this side of the statue is Ira Hayes, a Pima Indian
from Arizona . Ira Hayes was one who walked off Iwo Jima . He went into the White House with my dad. President Truman told him, 'You're a hero.' He told reporters, 'How can I feel like a hero when 250 of my buddies hit the island with me and onl y 27 of us walked off alive?' So you take your class at school, 250 of you spending a year together having fun, doing everything together. Then all 250 of you hit the beach, but only 27 of your classmates walk off alive That was Ira Hayes. He had images o f horror in his mind. Ira Hayes carried the pain home with him and eventually died dead drunk, face down at the age of 32. (ten years after this picture was taken).
'The next guy, going around the statue, is Franklin Sousley from
Hilltop, Kentucky . A fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. His best friend, who is now 70,
told me, 'Yeah, you know, we took two cows up on the porch of the Hilltop General Store. Then we strung wire across the stairs so the cows couldn't get down.
Then we fed them Epsom salts. Those cows crapped all night.' Yes, he was a fun-lovin' hillbilly boy. Franklin died on Iwo Jima at the age of 19.
When the telegram came to tell his mother that he was dead, it went to the Hilltop General Store. A barefoot boy ran that telegram up to his
mother's farm. The neighbors could hear her scream all night and into the morning. Those neighbors lived a quarter of a mile away.
'The next guy, as we continue to go around the statue, is my dad, John
Bradley from Antigo, Wisconsin , where I was raised. My dad lived until
1994, but he would never give interviews. When Walter Cronkite's producers or the New York Times would call, we were trained as little kids to say 'No, I'm sorry, sir, my dad's not here. He is in Canada fishing. No, there is no phone there, sir. No, we don't know when he is coming back.' My dad never fished or even went to Canada . Usually, he was sitting there right at the table eating his Campbell 's soup. But we had to tell the press that he was out fishing. He didn't want to talk to the pres s.
'You see, like Ira Hayes, my dad didn't see himself as a hero.
Everyone thinks these guys are heroes, 'cause they are in a photo and on a monument.
My dad knew better. He was a medic. John Bradley from Wisconsin was a caregiver. In Iwo Jima he probably held over 200 boys as they died.
And when boys died in Iwo Jima , they writhed and screamed, without any medication or help with the pain.
'When I was a little boy, my third grade teacher told me that my dad
was a hero When I went home and told my dad that, he looked at me and said, 'I want you always to remember that the heroes of Iwo Jima are the guys who did not come back. Did NOT come back.'
'So that's the story about six nice young boys. Three died on Iwo Jima and three came back as national heroes. Overall, 7,000 boys died on Iwo Jima in the worst battle in the history of the Marine Corps. My voice is giving out, so I will end her e. Thank you for your time.'
Suddenly, the monument wasn't just a big old piece of metal with a
flag sticking out of the top. It came to life before our eyes with the
heartfelt words of a son who did indeed have a father who was a hero. Maybe not a hero for the reasons most people would believe, but a hero nonetheless.
We need to remember that God created this vast and glorious world for us to live in, freely, but also at great sacrifice.
Let us never forget from the Revolutionary War to the current War on Terrorism and all the wars in-between that sacrifice was made for our freedom.
Remember to pray praises for this great country of ours and also pray for those still in murderous unrest around the world.
God Bless You and God Bless America
REMINDER: Everyday that you can wake up free, it's going to be a great day.
PS . One thing I learned while on tour with my 8th grade students in
DC that is not mentioned here is that if you look at the statue very
closely and count the number of 'hands' raising the flag, there are 13. When the man who made the statue was asked why there were 13, he simply said the 13th hand was the hand of God.
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