Jump Here
What would you do if you were crossing a pedestrian bridge and ran cross this? Would you ignore it as being in bad taste? The river bellow is deep and swift. Would you point it out to your friends as a great joke? Would you jump up and down in place? What would you think of someone who did?
Awards
Relax Andi and Jodi. Even though I always think of the two of you first when it’s time to hand out awards, this time I’m going to go with some other people.
In case you haven’t received one of these before, here’s the drill. I’m giving these awards to you because I think you’re cool, and you deserve an award. Should you chose to accept the award, you should copy it from here, put it in your own space – like Photobucket – and displaying it in your posts and/or sidebar. You are then expected to pass it along to others as well as linking back to me to say how nice I was to give it to you. By passing it along, I mean you should link to them and let them know you gave them the award.
Here’s a secret. I’m not going to check on you. This isn’t like Whisper with games and prizes attached. If all you want to do is admire it and feel warm and fuzzy because I like you, that’s fine by me. It you don’t want to get specific in passing it along, that’s fine too.
Now, on to the awards.
Molly of The Bumbles gave me with one. Isn’t it cute? I love it. You’re supposed to give it to 5-10 people who have left comments that you value.
I’m passing along to:
Anastasia
Madison
Lara
deola
Cordieb
Susan Helene Gottfried
The Walking Man
and
Dr. John
Yes, I favor those who read or have read Suzie’s House.
This one is from Sherrie. So classy. Thank you. This one is supposed to go to 15 (Yikes!) people. I’m giving it to:
Fiona the Bantering Blonde
Pop Art Diva
Lanie Fuller
Colleen
Janet who is Fond of Snape
Thorn
These two weren’t actually given to me in particular. They were offered by people who said anyone who liked it could claim it. So I swiped them. If you like them, you are welcome to swipe them too.
Quick Biscuites
There are quite a few other things you can do with Quick Mix, but this covers the basics, and I trust I’ve made my point. I’ll scatter other Quick Mix recipes in among my regular fare from here on out.
2 c Quick Mix
1/2 c milk
Mix, then knead dough. Don’t over do the kneading or you’ll end up with tough biscuits, but make sure the milk gets everywhere and the dough sticks together. Roll it out. If you are doing regular biscuits, then roll out to about half an inch before cutting. Keep in mind it will rise significantly, more than double. If you are doing the easy-open technique, then roll out to a quarter of an inch.
Bake at 450F for 10-12 minutes.
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Tamy with Chocolate Peanutbutter Cupcakes
Kristen with Homemade Prezels
Sarah at His Unfailing Love with
Climbing
Jack: Hey, Darling. Let’s go climbing. We haven’t been out in the woods in ages.
Jill: I’m not in the mood. The only kind of wood I want to see right now is the kind they mash up and turn into a book.
Jack: Books, huh? I know just the place.
Today’s theme is “book”
Previously in Jack and Jill That New Car Smell
Saturday photo scavenger hunt
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Suzie’s House 118: A Pillow Made of Concrete
For those of you who were wishing we could follow Gene instead of doing the arrest, you’re in luck. We resume his narrative from where we left off a few weeks ago.
It could be dangerous? As if going home weren’t dangerous. Simply breathing had become a problem for Gene.
After hearing what went down at the trial, Gene’s dad had cracked him a good one in the ribs. Now every breath hurt. But he wasn’t going to let on he had a problem to anyone. He was a man now, or nearly so. He could be tough. He could take it.
He could take it a lot better in Ben’s house than at home, but if he wasn’t wanted there, he’d find some other place to go. The question was, where?
Inspiration
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Forgotten.
The singing in the soul.
Fine, bright, luminous thoughts
playing “philosophy”
with dissimilarly minded comrades.
Fallen into disrepair,
the grand scheme of things.
Buried by acceptance of what is
and fatigue of what is not yet.
Remembered.
Brought forth by the troubadour
who will not set down his pen
in the face of life.
13 Words, More or Less
One of the games I really enjoy is done in the FanLit Forever board. It’s a word association game. Only, we don’t stick to words alone. We also do concepts. I thought I’d give it a try here. Thirteen “words” off the top of my head.
1. Plant
2. Renew
3. Revise
4. Hard work
5. Don’t be afraid
6. to waste time
7. yard waste
8. yard stick
9. branch
10. Davidian
11. Goliath
12. Cyclopes
13. Third eye
So I ended up with something totally random.
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This week’s featured T13 post: Shelleywith a list of facts about old England that can spark story ideas
Alice Audrey
Tamy ~ 3 Sides of Crazy
PopArtDiva
jeng
Susan Helene Gottfried
mitchypoo
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Common Cents Mom
Thorne
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By George! A Girl is Sprung!
The English royalty during the Regency had bad luck in marriage. Or should I say they were dysfunctional? We’ve already seen how his brother, the Duke of Cumberland made out.
The next sibling to marry was a princess. Princess Mary was the Prince Regents favorite sister. She kept up a steady flow of chatty, gossip filled letters from the “nunnery” and he reciprocated with small gifts.
The truly astounding thing about the marriage, however, is that The Queen approved of it. Everyone was surprised, pleasantly so, at Her Majesties attitude. The Prince was glad that mom was being so reasonable. What he was not happy about was Mary’s choice of husband.
Mary was marrying the Duke of Gloucester. The Duke, at the tender age of nineteen, had been promoted to the rank of general over Prinny’s head while his Royal Highness was boldly cavorting with his regiment on the dangerous battlefields near his pavilion at Brighton. The Duke went on to endear himself with the Prince by championing Princess Caroline at every opportunity. Tender feelings were further established by the Duke taking Charlotte’s side when she broke into open rebellion.
In fact, stories had reached dad that Charlotte had her eye on Gloucester as a potential husband, if she could just get dad to drop his fixation on the Prince of Orange. Dad chose not to believe this. If we are to take Charlotte’s physician, Doctor Stockmar’s word for it, it is not hard to understand why.
The good doctor described Gloucester as being; “Large and stout, but with weak, helpless legs….Prominent meaningless eyes; without being actually ugly a very unpleasant face with an animal expression.” Doctor Stockmar didn’t care for Gloucester any more than the Prince Regent did.
As to whether Mary was in love with him, only she could say. But she had always liked him and the two had got on very well together in the past. And…marring him would get her out of the nunnery and bring her her own money.
Her mind was made up. The wedding took place at the Queens House on July 23 1816. It was “a most disorderly affair.” Apparently, because it was at mom’s house, the Prince Regent didn’t have a hand in planning it. That is unfortunate, because it could have used it.
According to one historian, “The room was excessively hot and over crowded; the seating so badly arranged that only a few people in it could see what was happening; the congregation so restless and talkative that the Lord Chief Justice called out jocularly, “Do not make noise in that corner of the room, if you do you shall be married yourselves.”
The bride looked as if she were about to faint; her sisters and her ladies could not stop crying. The Regent, who was giving his sister away “several times had recourse to his pocket handkerchief.” The Queen seems to have been almost alone in remaining dry-eyed throughout the lengthy and disorganized proceedings.”
The Duke of Clarence wished to be next in the marriage sweepstakes. His desire to settle down would have been admirable had he met a suitable woman whom he loved. This was not the case.
He had already met a most unsuitable woman, a Miss Jordan, and produced ten illegitimate children. He had no intention of marring her because doing so would not gain him one extra shilling in allowance. And he needed all the shillings he could get because he was 56,000 pounds in the red over gambling debts. The Prince Regent doubted ANY woman would have him and told him so. But if the Duke had little money, he had pluck to burn. The search for a wife was on!
1,000 Posts
This is my 1,000th post.
It took me just short of three years to reach this milestone.
I’ve reached a few other milestones too. For instance, as of today I have 9,383 comments in my archives. I’ve been viewed 69,592 times. I have approximately 500 links coming in to me. (Technoroti doesn’t count them all) I have received 12 awards. And I have meet some fascinating people.
I still vividly remember the whole journey.
I was wrong.
A few weeks ago I blogged about how high the water was in the river. This time of year that is not uncommon, but the degree seemed a bit much. I was wrong.
I tried to get before and after pictures so you could see how much it has risen. No such luck. See where the trees are in the water? that’s where I was standing before.
But what really impressed both Mr. Al and I was this – the way the pylons look like the prow of a ship. The wake on the other side lasted for several feet, but weren’t too photogenic. Oddly enough, it hasn’t flooded anywhere yet. Impressive, eh?
Anything interesting happening in your neck of the woods?
Quick Pancakes
This is another recipe that uses the Quick Mix whose recipe I posted here. If you make the whole wheat version of the Quick Mix, then add a couple of extra tablespoons of milk to this batter.
2 c Quick Mix
2 eggs
1 c milk
Mix everything together until fairly smooth. It should only talke a couple of minutes. Meanwhile heat up your pan or griddle with a little butter or oil on medium setting or flame. Spoon desired size of pancake onto warm griddle. Let cook until bubbles form and top surface becomes glossy. Flip. If the underside is too dark, turn temperature down. Let cook about the same amount of time. Serve.
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Tamy with Chicken Posole
Emily with Mixed Veggie Casserole
Sarah at His Unfailing Love with a picture of fried quail
Sherrie with Popcorn Balls
Ladynred with pictures of a whole smorgasboard.
Jay with shows pancakes of a very different variety.
That New Car Smell
Jill: We should have bought the other car after all.
Jack: Why?
Jill: This new one is plastic. I can’t get the paint to stay on.
Today’s theme is Plastic
Previously in Jack and Jill Solution
Saturday photo scavenger hunt
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Purple Kiss
I was going to enter a purple prose contest until I realized it had too many restrictions. FF55 is much freer. It was supposed to be short. This is what I came up with:
The earth shook in rolling waves of rampant desire. Shooting stars filled the sky with redolent, purple-ly emotion. Flames of hungry need and insatiable desire were licking up and down the spines of the young, uninitiated, eagerly fumbling couple. Earthquakes, shooting stars, and fireworks fade into nothing before the fresh, slippery, warm hollow of mouth to mouth breathing.
What you think? Could I have won?
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Suzie’s House 117: The Real Reason
Drew and Vin ended up turning Joseph O’Connor over to the local police. Shooting Vin wasn’t considered national is scope. While they discussed it with the men in uniform, Miranda stood by the couch where Mike and Mike sat, still cuffed, trapped in their own apartment.
