Sunday, November 21, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Happy Birthday, Trevor!!!! (Plus an update on me)
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Erie Otters' and Owen Sound Attack Hockey Game
Review on SPOT Satellite GPS Messenger
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Have you ever been driving along a back road or late at night in an area with spotty or no cell service? My husband and I had that nightmare happen to us one night. We were on the Interstate coming home from a Phil Collins' concert (Yes, we're wild ones!) when our SUV started making a grinding noise, then stopped. NOW WHAT? I pulled out our cell phone to call 9-1-1. I got one bar and got far enough to say we were broke down, when we lost service. It was a scary hour before the State Police found us and called a tow truck and a family member to get us home.
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Trevor's Birthday Weekend
After the college visit, we stopped at the mall. Imagine that, there's a HOT TOPIC store here. Hmmm ... how did that happen? :) I found way too much, as usual. I recently discovered a great new show - Sons of Anarchy and they had a tee shirt for it. Arielle found several Undead Hello Kitty purses, hoodies and keychains. Trevor picked out a new Halo hoodie and tee shirt. I also got my goddaughter a Christmas present, but she has to wait to find out what it is.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Meeting the new man in our daughter's life and election night
Monday, November 01, 2010
Ode to the mighty McDonald's McRib
Yes, it is once again that season when McDonalds around the nation bring back their most popular sandwich. I'm talking about, of course, the mighty McRib!! Yes, the yummy goodness that is the pork-shaped mystery meat is once again available to tempt our palettes.
After covering a meeting tonight, Arielle and I decided to treat hubby and Trevor to their first taste in a couple years. It hasn't been available in our region for entirely too long. After repeating the order 4 times and a five-minute wait, we are handed the bags and off we go. The manager chases us to the door, they gave us the wrong ones. We don't want the onions and I don't eat pickles. OK. Glad she stopped us because not only was one covered in onions, they were one sandwich short and it was MY SANDWICH.
We get to the car and I can't wait to tear open the box. The smell is overwhelming our senses. First bite is simply nirvona. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yes, I will pay for eating that half sandwich, but it will be worth it in the long run. Life is too short to deny yourself the little pleasures in life simply because it might not be the best choice in life. I look at it as all things in moderation. Well, most things, I suppose. I can't advocate some things - hagus springs to mind. Shudder.
I hope I've inspired you to run right out to your nearest McD's. We don't even have one in our town, so it's a 20+ minute drive to get these sandwiches.
No, I have no connection to the store, I'm just a fan, but McD's if you want to sponsor a few blog posts, you can pay me in McRibs!! :)
The Halloween Witch
Each year they parade her about ... the traditional Halloween witch. Misshapen green face, stringy scraps of hair and a toothless mouth beneath her disfigured nose. Gnarled, knobby fingers twisted into a claw, protracting from a bent and twisted torso that lurches about on wobbly legs.
Most think this abject image to be the creation of a prejudiced mind or merely a Halloween caricature. I disagree. I believe this to be how witches were really seen.
Consider that most witches: were women, were abducted in the night and smuggled into dungeons or prisons under the secrecy of darkness, to be presented by the light of day as a confessed witch.
Few, if any, saw a frightened, normal looking woman being dragged into a secret room filled with instruments of torture. To be questioned until she confessed to anything that was suggested to her and to give names or whatever would stop the questions. Crowds saw the aberration denounced to the world as a self-proclaimed witch.
As the witch was paraded through the town, en route to be burned, hanged, drowned, stoned, or disposed of in various other forms of Christian love ... all created to free and save her soul from her depraved body. The jeering crowds viewed the results of hours of torture. The face, bruised and broken by countless blows, bore a hue of sickly green. The once warm and loving smile gone. Replaced by a grimace of broken teeth and torn gums that leers beneath a battered, disfigured nose. The disheveled hair conceals bleeding gaps of torn scalp from whence cruel hands had torn away the lovely tresses. Broken, twisted hands clutched the wagon for support. Fractured fingers locked like groping claws to steady her broken body. All semblance of humanity gone. This was truly a demon, a bride of Satan, a witch.
I revere this Halloween crone and hold her sacred above all. I honor her courage and listen to her warnings of the dark side of humanity. Each year I shed tears of respect and remember her involuntary sacrifice in the name of religion.
Written by Angel, 6/99
This poem that reminds us of those who were persecuted as witches, though many were healers and midwives, women who owned land, and those who spoke out against the rules of the time. I don't know the name of the author, other than the name Angel. Other places may credit it to anonymous. If anyone who reads this happens to know who the author is I would love to know.
This poem is not in any way intended to "bash" Christianity, it is simply a reference to the history that is fact based.
With these things in mind I hope you will remember the Halloween Witch, along with all of the others who have gone before you.