Author Archives: Alice
13 Things On My Mind
I’m going totally random this week. 1. Mom’s back from Africa! She’s been emailing pictures. Rhinos inches away. Giraffes with two necks. Yeah, I’m jealous. 2. The Girl wants a bead loom. She’s using one at school and loves it. Michaels doesn’t even know what we were talking about. Treasure Chest says they have it, but they close early and I have no idea where they are, even with a phone book and a map. The adventure continues. 3. The […]
By George! Wellington It Is.
When last we saw His Majesty, he had exiled himself to his bed chamber. The physical reasons were the usual, gout and rheumatism. Various other ailments. This lasted all through January and well into February of 1828. And, as usual, the physical ailments were a wonderful excuse to avoid political problems, of which he had a basket full. Harriette Wilson made a re-appearance at this point. She had published her memoirs in Holland in four small volumes in 1825. These […]
86/365 Where’s the Beef?
We used to buy our beef locally, a side at a time. I have no idea if we got the left side or the right side, but I used to look out my window at work to see the cow in question looking back. It’s a rancher’s thing to be proud of the ability to look lunch in the eye without flinching, and a relief to me to know what I ate was well cared for. There are all kinds […]
85/365 What can be seen – post Photoshop
Like I said, it isn’t much. but it’s more than you could see yesterday.
English Toffee Bars
1 c. butter 1 c. brown sugar 1 egg 1 tsp vanilla 2 c. flour 1 pkg chocolate chips Beat butter for 30 seconds. Add brown sugar and beat until fluffy. Add egg yolk and vanilla; beat well. Gradually add flour to beaten mixture. Beat constantly. Press evenly in an ungreased 15x10x1 baking pan. Bake at 350 F for 15-20 minutes, until done. As soon as it comes out sprinkle chocolate chips over the top so they will melt. Once […]
84/365 What can be seen – pre Photoshop
It’s almost impossible for me to take night pictures of the things I can see. It isn’t much, really, but I thought I’d mess around and see what I could come up with. Tomorrow I’ll show what I could make come out of this.
A Good Sport
Jill: Jack! What are you doing? Jack: It’s the first snowfall of the year. We HAVE to have a snowball fight. Jill: No! Don’t! Jill: Ack! Stop it, Jack. Jack: Heh, heh, heh. Jill: I’m warning you. If you do that one more time…. Today’s theme is sports Previously in Jack and Jill Word Up, Dog Saturday photo scavenger hunt The rules for Photohunt can be found here. Be sure to visit the home page. Edited 10/10 9:31am: Yes, it […]
Suzie’s House 134: Sharing
For those who don’t read the newsletter, last week Suzie woke up to a wonderful morning with her beloved Drew only to have him tell her he is leaving. He is an FBI Agent who was only assigned to the Madison WI office pending an investigation into the internet-based flash-crime ring run by the Smash Master. Now that the Smash Master is behind bars, his job is done. He leaves for New Mexico at the end of the week. “Mom?” […]
The Meaning of Life
Small gestures of love keep me alive. A hug, a kiss, a smile offered when the avalanche of rejection crescendos to the point where I can hardly breathe, let alone write another drop of soul. When I’m looking at the switchblade and the wrist and thinking they belong together small gestures; a hug, a smile, a kiss…. Click on image to go to hub. [ A reminder: this is FICTION. My suicidal days are long behind me. After all, I […]
81/365 Bike Ride, Building
I went on a bike ride with my camera and tried to take pictures while moving like I do in the car. Turns out it’s harder.
By George! It’s One Man After Another
In the few short years after finally becoming king, and not merely regent, George IV had a devil of a time finding good people to fill the post of Prime Minister. The death of Canning meant, of course, that his Majesty needed to find yet another Prime Minister. Such a bother, particularly since his Majesties priorities were not necessarily those of the government. This was something that all concerned were deeply, painfully aware of. As the Duke of Wellington had […]
