October 31, 2009

October 27, 2009

A Shelter Dog's Christmas

I posted this last year, and I think it warrants another post. I tear up every time I read it.

A Shelter Dog's Christmas

'Tis the night before Christmas and all through the town,
Every shelter is full - we are lost but not found,
Our numbers are hung on our kennels so bare,
We hope every minute that someone will care,
They'll come to adopt us and give us the call,
"Come here, Max and Sparkie - come fetch your new ball!!"
But now we sit here and think of the days
We were treated so fondly - we had cute, baby ways.
Once we were little, then we grew and we grew,
Now we're no longer young and we're no longer new.

So out the back door we were thrown like the trash,
They reacted so quickly - why were they so rash?
We "jump on the children"; "don't come when they call";
We "bark when they leave us"; climb over the wall.
We should have been neutered, we should have been spayed,
Now we suffer the consequence of the errors THEY made.
If only they'd trained us, if only we knew,
We'd have done what they asked us and worshiped them, too.
We were left in the backyard, or worse - left to roam,
Now we're tired and lonely and out of a home.
They dropped us off here and they kissed us good-bye,
"Maybe someone else will give you a try."

So now here we are, all confused and alone,
In a shelter with others who long for a home.
The kind workers come through with a meal and a pat,
With so many to care for, they can't stay to chat,
They move to the next kennel, giving each of us cheer,
We know that they wonder how long we'll be here.
We lay down to sleep and sweet dreams fill our heads,
Of a home filled with love and our own cozy beds.
Then we wake to see sad eyes, brimming with tears,
Our friends filled with emptiness, worry, and fear.

If you can't adopt us and there's no room at the inn,
Could you help with the bills and fill our food bin?
We count on your kindness each day of the year,
Can you give more than hope to everyone here?
Please make a donation to pay for the heat
And help get us something special to eat.
The shelter that cares for us wants us to live,
And more of us will, if more people will give.
-Author Unknown

October 26, 2009

Want a cookie?

I was in the mood for some home baked cookies, but wasn't relishing the idea of pulling out the mixer and a trillion ingredients. I happened to find this quick little recipe in one of my vintage cookbooks. It's a 1965 Bisquick cookbook, and the recipe is QUICK, the cookies are yummy and there's only FOUR ingredients!

For my first batch I used vanilla pudding. The dough is quick to mix....looks like this...

I used one level measuring spoon for cookies about the size of vanilla wafers.

Ovens may vary, so watch your cooking time. My first batch was too done at the listed 8 minutes, so I cut it back to 6 and they were perfect.

They are really yummy and not overly sweet. Perfect little bites. I liked them so much I made some more with this...

MDH LOVES them! Next, I'm going to try chocolate, butterscotch and, maybe, pistachio!

EDIT: The chocolate was AWFUL!! I don't recommend it. However, I just tried French Vanilla and rolled them in cinnamon sugar before flattening. Just like mini Snickerdoodles!! VERY yummy!

October 18, 2009


I have some things on Ebay now. It's taken me forever! I've been tweaking my html as I go, so every listing looks different. LOL. I think I've settled on a format here. It's the one I just put up. Here is the link to all my auctions. I'll be working on it all day today, and for most of the week :-)


Let me know what you think!

October 17, 2009

A Sunny, Windy Central Oregon Saturday...

and probably Sunday and Monday as well, will be spent uploading a ton of stuff to Ebay. I have been hoarding vintage Pyrex, Glasbake and Fireking, not to mention all the various other vintage items, for who knows what reason. I need to declutter, so out it goes!! I don't need 12 Pyrex casserole dishes, but I just can't seem to resist the stuff! All of the photos have been taken and here is a part of what I have to deal with.

That's about 1/2 of what I have decided to part with. I still have a foot and a half high stack of vintage cookbooks to photograph. Ah, me.

I did find this sweet thing in one of the cookbooks. I think it may have been cut out of a magazine. Click on it to make it bigger. It's dated 1941 at the bottom!

Stay tuned for a link to my Ebay auctions! There may be something you just HAVE to have!!!

PS: My new header and footer is made from one of my vintage cookbooks! Sweet, eh?

October 5, 2009

What happened to Autumn??

Looks like we went directly to winter!! This is what greeted me yesterday morning.

Good thing this is what I had planned for dinner! Yummy homemade vegetable beef soup and potato rolls!!

What could be lurking under here??

Yummo peach cobbler made with fresh peaches from the Fruit Loop!

A perfect snowy day dinner!

October 1, 2009

Why do we love children?

Lifted from Craigslist:

I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, 'Mom, that lady isn't wearing a seat belt!'

On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his mother. The note read, 'The opinions expressed by this child are not necessarily those of his parents .'

A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. 'Mommy can't come to the phone to talk to you right now. She's hitting the bottle.'

A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women's locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, 'What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a little boy before?'

5) POLICE # 1
While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my uniform, she asked, 'Are you a cop? Yes,' I answered and continued writing the report. My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the police. Is that right?' 'Yes, that's right,' I told her. 'Well, then,' she said as she extended her foot toward me, 'would you please tie my shoe?'

6) POLICE # 2
It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station. As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw a little boy staring in at me. 'Is that a dog you got back there?' he asked.
'It sure is,' I replied.
Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back of the van. Finally he said, 'What'd he do?'

While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, 'The tooth fairy will never believe this!'

A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, 'Daddy, you shouldn't wear that suit.'
'And why not, darling?'
'You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning.'

While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently, his 5-year-old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton batting, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
The minister's son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: 'Glory be unto the Faaather, and unto the Sonnn, and into the hole he goooes.' (I want this line used at my funeral!)

A little girl had just finished her first week of school. 'I'm just wasting my time,' she said to her mother. 'I can't read, I can't write, and they won't let me talk!'

A little boy opened the big family Bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages.
'Mama, look what I found,' the boy called out.
'What have you got there, dear?'
With astonishment in the young boy's voice, he answered, 'I think it's Adam's underwear!'