For Pi Day

Chocolate,Chocolate,Chocolate

Taking treats into work...Sugar overload

How They Pick A Pope

After School Treat

When I pick up the twins after school I get them a treat to eat. Today was a small Cheese Cake from HyVee. We used to share it...now I would lose a finger if I got to close.

Glass of Wine

Just enjoying a small glass of wine on a cold winters night.

The Wedding Dress.

Happy Breakfast

Friend told me about Guinness Brown Sauce. So I got some from Amazon. Its ok

cold enough I had to break out the warm slippers

It's how I cook.

With all the healthy ways to eat some people think it's not good to eat with good old lard. I make my chocolate chip cookies with it just like my mother. I like cookies crisp.

Snow storm Draco.

The Weather service has decided to name big snow storms now...The first after a Harry Potter character Draco.

Looking down the fence line. To bad can't tell all the blowing snow

The side walk that was visible less then an hour before

Footprint in the snow...hot foot that I am

The steps going up to the mailboxes...also cleared less then a hour before.

Cel phone version

Snow on the bath room window

Finally The Hut Comes

After many months of waiting it looks like the newest QC restaurant is about ready to open. I've heard that its suppose to be the 22nd. I wonder why it took so long from what the newspaper said?

A work in progress

Not someplace I'd like to work...

Proposition

My niece Rachel is getting married. Travis proposed to her. But the twins didn't quite get the word right and told people that he propositioned her. One of the definitions that is right. This is a drawing they did for the occasion. Travis on bended knee. Rachel with tears saying yes and Grandma off to the left already all in black watching it all. What is going on in their little minds those two?

Date set July 19,2014

Dinner At Sippi's

Dinner at Sippi's with the sister. This is some vanilla beer that looks like a dark motor oil Guinness but wasn't that bad.

Veteran's Day Part 2

                                                      The March of the Dead 

The cruel war was over — oh, the triumph was so sweet!
We watched the troops returning, through our tears;
There was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet glittering street,
And you scarce could hear the music for the cheers.
And you scarce could see the house-tops for the flags that flew between;
The bells were pealing madly to the sky;
And everyone was shouting for the Soldiers of the Queen,
And the glory of an age was passing by.

And then there came a shadow, swift and sudden, dark and drear;
The bells were silent, not an echo stirred.
The flags were drooping sullenly, the men forgot to cheer;
We waited, and we never spoke a word.
The sky grew darker, darker, till from out the gloomy rack
There came a voice that checked the heart with dread:
“Tear down, tear down your bunting now, and hang up sable black;
They are coming — it’s the Army of the Dead.”

They were coming, they were coming, gaunt and ghastly, sad and slow;
They were coming, all the crimson wrecks of pride;
With faces seared, and cheeks red smeared, and haunting eyes of woe,
And clotted holes the khaki couldn’t hide.
Oh, the clammy brow of anguish! the livid, foam-flecked lips!
The reeling ranks of ruin swept along!
The limb that trailed, the hand that failed, the bloody finger tips!
And oh, the dreary rhythm of their song!

“They left us on the veldt-side, but we felt we couldn’t stop
On this, our England’s crowning festal day;
We’re the men of Magersfontein, we’re the men of Spion Kop,
Colenso — we’re the men who had to pay.
We’re the men who paid the blood-price. Shall the grave be all our gain?
You owe us. Long and heavy is the score.
Then cheer us for our glory now, and cheer us for our pain,
And cheer us as ye never cheered before.”

The folks were white and stricken, and each tongue seemed weighted with lead;
Each heart was clutched in hollow hand of ice;
And every eye was staring at the horror of the dead,
The pity of the men who paid the price.
They were come, were come to mock us, in the first flush of our peace;
Through writhing lips their teeth were all agleam;
They were coming in their thousands — oh, would they never cease!
I closed my eyes, and then — it was a dream.

There was triumph, triumph, triumph down the scarlet gleaming street;
The town was mad; a man was like a boy.
A thousand flags were flaming where the sky and city meet;
A thousand bells were thundering the joy.
There was music, mirth and sunshine; but some eyes shone with regret;
And while we stun with cheers our homing braves,
O God, in Thy great mercy, let us nevermore forget
The graves they left behind, the bitter graves.

For Veteren's Day

                                                     In Flanders Fields
                              By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
                                                       Canadian Army

                                         In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
                                         Between the crosses row on row,
                                         That mark our place; and in the sky
                                         The larks, still bravely singing, fly
                                         Scarce heard amid the guns below.

                                         We are the Dead. Short days ago
                                         We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
                                         Loved and were loved, and now we lie
                                         In Flanders fields.

                                         Take up our quarrel with the foe:
                                         To you from failing hands we throw
                                         The torch; be yours to hold it high.
                                         If ye break faith with us who die
                                         We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
                                         In Flanders fields.

Outside My Door November edition

Mummy Halloween Cookie

Selmi's Fall fest

Outside My Front Door October 2012

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I thought you would think was funny!