If you missed it, I posted pictures of other impressive bridges last week. I couldn’t resist a few more.
The whole thing is made of sticks.
Hand built.
This one unrolls.
1/4 c onion – diced or sliced
1.5 lb ground beef
a dash of seasoning salt
1/2 tsp cumin
Fry the above ingredients together. Put in taco shell or flour tortilla with any of the following.
guacamole
beans
salsa
grated cheese
sliced lettuce
sliced tomato
And what do you do if you accidentally over load your tortilla so it won’t roll or fold? Use a fork.
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Jill: Are you sure this is the right address?
Jack: Yes I’m sure. She said on the phone she’d be here now so we could trade the dogs back. I can’t be sure, but I think I see a couple of dogs in there.
Jill: You know, maybe we shouldn’t trade them back anyway. I mean, this Tonic is strange, but I think he might be smarter than our Tonic.
Jack: Of course we want to get our Tonic back. Why wouldn’t we? I mean, think about it? The things he’s been doing…. Can you imagine living with that?
Jill: Um… Jack? I think you better look at this.
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“Principal Greear, Miss Vargovich is here to see you.” The school secretary called through the open door.
“Send her in!” Principal Greear got out from behind his desk to greet his guest. “Kathy,” He welcomed her with hands outstretched. “How are you?”
“Dale! So good to see you again. It’s been what? Two, three years?” She shook his hand, smiling warmly. If he hadn’t been a married man, a few years back he would have dated her. Instead, they maintained a warm friendship, despite what typically brought them together.
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She took the spoon out of the sink full of dirty dishes. It was the same spoon she’d used to eat her cereal moments before. It was sitting in the bowl which she had placed on the top of the damp, dirty, disgusting pile. The very top. She gave it a long, thoughtful look, then put it in her mouth.
1. My son graduated from middle school to high school.
2. I attended the graduation ceremony.
3. He never once stood still in his cap and gown long enough for me to get a picture. There I was, chasing after him with my dh’s new video camera, but the best I got was a shot of the back of his head.
4. My dd went on summer vacation too.
5. The kids are fighting over who gets to talk to me next. Not much work is getting done.
6. But in spite of that I managed to meet my 104 challenge.
7. And I heard back from an editor.
8. I am now under contract with Wild Rose Press, who will be publishing my ebook, Moving In. Moving In uses characters from Suzie’s House. It’s my first professional publication.
9. My new Baby Lock sewing machine broke down. Here I am getting ready for a convention and can’t sew anything! Ugh.
10. I met with an I.T. guy to get my web site fixed up.
11. He promised to be back the next day with all kinds of help.
12. He never showed. Looks like I’m back to square one. Again.
13. Tried to get my license plates renewed and failed. Their computer was down. I wonder how long the police will let me use that as an excuse.
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When Prince Goerge IV’s only children died, England turned to his siblings for a new heir. There were certainly plenty to chose from, but who could produce?
The duke of Kent was in the same boat as his brother, wife-wise. He needed to marry, but unlike the Duke of Clarence he was in no hurry to put aside his mistress, Mme de St Laurent. He considered himself so far down the list of heirs to the throne that perhaps no one would ever notice or care if he never did get married.
That would have suited he and Mme de St Laurent very well indeed. They were living together quite happily in Brussels, under rather modest circumstances since the Duke had turned over most of his properties, and hence, much of his income, to his creditors. Since 1816 he had been wife hunting in a rather dilatory manner, unlike his brothers frenzied, desperate behavior, and there was no real pressure from London to do otherwise.
That changed radically one day. According to one historian; “The Duke did not particularly want to marry. He was perfectly happy with Mme de St Laurent, who choked convulsively over her breakfast one morning soon after Princess Charlotte’s death, when she read an article in the Morning Chronicle on the subject of her lovers duty to marry and provide an heir.”
I don’t know why, Anastasia, but I thought of you when I first read that. Be that as it may, the Duke suddenly found himself front and center on the issue of providing an heir. This came to be because no one held out any hope of the Prince Regent ever producing more children, even in the unlikely event of his re-marrying. The Duke and Duchess of York had produced no children and didn’t seem likely to. Ditto with the Duke of Clarence.
The business at hand was producing an heir, and the Duke intended to proceed in a business-like manner. The first item on his agenda was making sure Mme de St Laurent was provided for. He wrote to his friend, Thomas Creevey; “Before anything is proceeded with in this matter, I shall hope and expect to see justice done by the nation and the Ministers to Mme de St Laurent. She is of very good family and has never been an actress, and I am the first and only person who ever lived with her.”
It says much about the Duke that he put that item first. He moved on to item two, what he expected for himself; “As to my own settlement, as I shall marry (if I marry at all) for the succession, I shall expect the Duke of York’s marriage to be considered the precedent. That was a marriage for the succession and 25,000 pounds for income was settled, in addition to all his other income,purely on that account. I shall be contented with the same arrangement…You have heard the names of the Princess of Baden and the Princess of Saxe-Coburg mentioned. The latter connection would perhaps be the better of the two, from the circumstances of Prince Leopold being so popular with the nation.”
And so it was decided. The Duke of Kent would marry Leopold’s sister, Victoria. She was thirty-one, the widow of the Prince of Leiningen-Dachsburg-Hardenburg. Although she was already considered middle-aged for that time, she was still young enough to produce an heir. In May 1818 the Duke sailed to Germany and married the Princess in Coburg. The following July, the marriage was solemnized by the Anglican Church at Kew. As the world knows, the Duchess of Kent did have a child and heir, a girl, she took mum’s name, Victoria. And the rest, as they say, was history.
– Mr Al
I read a fair amount on manga. One of the ones I read regularly is called Team Medical Dragon. In one of the most recent scanlations (scanned translations done by amateurs) the question of medical malpractice came up.
A doctor left a needle in the heart of a patient. This could result in a blood clot which in turn could result in a stroke. At first, when the doctor who operated realizes, he asks a colleague to help him go back in and remove the needle. They operate, but can’t find it. At the suggestion of the colleague and approval of the head administrator they cover it up, hiding it from the patient until such a time as they deem it appropriate to make another attempt to remove the needle.
Our hero, a hot shot doctor, hears of it and operates immediately, removing the needle quickly and efficiently. In the process he forces the original doctor to admit his mistake, which results in the doctor losing his license and the hospital facing a malpractice suit.
The thing is, the original doctor is a good man doing his best. He is the kind who listens to his patients, and tries his best fro them. He made a simple mistake. When we find out he had only ever done 20 surgeries before, it isn’t surprising he should have done so. It is the cover up that is bad, not the doctor.
Can you imagine being the patient? If you found out your doctor had taken such risks, would you stick with him? Even if there had been no cover up, would you feel secure in his care? We are all human, but how much of what kind of mistake can we live with in a doctor?
The high water around here has me thinking about bridges. You have probably seen these already. I got the email a while back. I still think they are impressive.
Sorry, I couldn’t get any pictures of eggs that explode in the microwave for you. My new microwave wouldn’t cooperate. Keep in mind when doing this, though, that you can get quite the mess to clean up if you do it wrong.
Crack one egg into a microwavable container. I recommend avoiding ones with straight sides like some of the Pyrex containers or mugs as they tend to cause explosions a bit more than ones with tapered sides. Plastic ones tend to take some damage to the sides, so I don’t recommend them either. Microwavable custard cups work well.
Also keep in mind that the times are based on my current microwave. Your time will probably vary. It can be picky right to the second, so watch carefully.
For scrambled eggs, use a fork to scramble right in the container. Place in the microwave for 30 seconds. Eat. If it comes out rubbery, then you let it go too long. Try a few seconds less the next time.
For sunny side up – I’m not sure if this counts as “poached” and it certainly isn’t fried – give it 20 seconds on high, then wait 20 seconds, then give it another 10. Repeat until done to the degree you prefer.
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Jack: Jill! Jill, look at this. This ad for a missing dog.
Jill: Thin. Blue with white spots. Purple collar. Purple collar! Could it be?
Jack: He has been acting strangely since we got him back from that woman.
Jill: Yeah, like walking on water.
Jack: Not to mention on his hind legs.
Jill: And eating at the table.
Jack: And he hardly ever sits still anymore.
Jill: OMG!
Jack and Jill: Tonic isn’t Tonic!!!
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This will make more sense if you’ve read these episodes of Jack and Jill:
Previously in Jack and Jill House For Sale
Previously in Jack and Jill Wet Paint
Previously in Jack and Jill Sold
Previously in Jack and Jill Lost and Found
Previously in Jack and Jill The Search
Previously in Jack and Jill Return of the Prodigal Son
Previously in Jack and Jill Stepping Stones
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Previously in Jack and Jill Climbing
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Kathy dropped her keys as she approached her ’53, powder blue, Chevrolet Bel Air. They clanged as they hit the pavement, then clattered as she tripped over them, driving a sharp point or two between her foot and the inside of her Birkenstocks before they shot off under the front, driver’s side tire.
“Ouch!” She bent over, grabbing her foot and hopping. She lost her balance, and bumped into one of the carport’s white-washed support pillars. The whole structure boomed softly. Something by her front bumper moved with a quiet rustle. Probably a cat that would run under the car as soon as she pulled out.
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The buzzer goes off. It’s time to move the clothes from the washer to the drier. Where’s the basket? There, full of toys. The toy box is on the other side of a minefield of trash. The trashcan is full. What was I doing? Oh yeah…. This would be easier at a laundry mat.
It’s been a while since I’ve shown you my desk. There have been a few changes. For instance, I didn’t bother to clean for you this time. 🙂 For another, I’m going to let you guess what goes with what.
1. Pin cushion. Easy one, eh?
2. Drink. I’m surprised there’s only one.
3. Vitamin E. Should be some other vitimins floating around, but I don’t see them at the moment.
4. Junk.
5. Sunscreen which I transfered into a cool jar because I like the jar.
6. List of agents accepting appointments at Romance Writers of America’s National Conference.
7. Stack of print outs on agents I’m submitting to regardless of a lack of appointments.
8. Junk of the Kleenex persuasion.
9. Keyboard I stole from another computer, since I washed my old one. Don’t ask.
10. Pens.
11. Mechanical pencils.
12. Junk of the sock-rag variety. Maybe I should have made this a list of trash on my desk.
13. Egg. More on that this Sunday.
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After George IV’th daughter died. leaving no heir, England turned to George’s brothers. Unluckily, it was slim pickings there.
If the Duke of Clarence knew what he was getting into while searching for a wife, he might have had second thoughts. Fortunately for you, dear reader, he didn’t, so…First to be asked was Catherine Tylney-Long, a “lovely nice little angel worth 40,000 pounds a year.” She held out for the Duke of Wellington’s nephew. Next up was the equally wealthy Margaret Mercer Elphinstone, whom we met earlier as the woman the Prince Regent chose to look after Charlotte while she was held incommunicado at Cranbourne Lodge.
Miss Elphinstone, “in the most decided and peremptory terms, rejected him.” Onward to Princess Caroline’s good chum Lady Charlotte Lindsey. Miss Lindsey, “turned him down with similar promptitude.” Further down the list was the Dowager Lady Downshire. No sale. Then the widow of the Earl of Berkeley.
This was a double barreled rejection. First, the Prince Regent told him in no uncertain terms that (more…)