Archive for January, 2010

“Sock It To Me”

Posted in Faith on January 29, 2010 by waggtagg

No, it’s not the cake your mamma thought so delicious, but Mandatory IRAs.  They are the next scheme from Obama and his administration. 

It’s a strategy straight out of the 1933 National Socialism playbook brought to you by none other than Adolph Hitler.  Hitler faced hyperinflation, currency devaluation, and a totally bankrupt nation following World War I.  His all-controlling central federal government was an incredibly clever play on a 4th and 12 impossibility.  Can we all say, “Tyranny at its best?”

And who better than Obama, the community organizer, to pull this undercover operation to the goal posts.  Let’s go hide and watch and just see which weekend he and congress will bring this little jewel to a vote.  Super Bowl Sunday perhaps? 

Ron Holland on Lew Rockwell.com wrote:  The question every successful American with substantial retirement assets must ask is “what will you do if our retirement funds are forced to become the buyer of last resort for US treasury obligations?”

Saul Alinsky, Obama and Hillary’s idealistic communist hero, is dancing on his grave with joy, and we will be crying all the way to the bank.

Read the full story here:  http://www.lewrockwell.com/holland/holland12.1.html

 FYI:  Here’s the Sock It To Me Cake. . .  aka “comfort food”  We’re gonna need it!

Ingredients

1 18oz pkg butter cake mix
1 cup sour cream
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1/4 cup white sugar
1/4 cup water
4 eggs
1 cup pecans, chopped
2 TBSP brown sugar
2 TBSP ground cinnamon
1 cup powdered sugar
2 TBSP milk

Directions

Preheat oven to 375 F;  Grease and flour one 10-in. tube (Bundt) pan; blend together in large bowl cake mix, sour cream, oil, 1/4 cup white sugar, water, and eggs; beat at high-speed for 2 min.; pour 2/3 of the batter into prepared tube pan; combine pecans, brown sugar, and cinnamon and sprinkle over batter in pan; spread remaining batter evenly over filling mixture; bake 45-55 minutes until cake separates from side of pan, or springs back when touched , or when wooden kabob stick inserted comes out clean; cool in pan for 25 minutes; prepare glaze by mixing powdered sugar and milk; remove cake from pan; drizzle with glaze.

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All Stoved Up

Posted in Faith on January 22, 2010 by waggtagg

The New Year begins, and still the promised everlasting snow has not yet fallen.  High grey clouds cover the heavens and bring the smell of rain, not snow.  The biting cold turns the landscape into a dangerous windswept ice sculpture.  Even the remaining snow develops a crust of ice whipped with air and disintegrates under foot with loud crunches. 

The concrete walls and floors of the house have begun to warm, and it is no longer necessary to run the heaters 24/7 at high-speed.  Maybe it was just the imagination that things seem warmer.  Most likely the hooded fleece-lined warm up jacket just insulates better than thin wool sweaters. 

Now the sedentary lifestyle sets in — oh! that aching back is all stoved up.  Might as well be sitting in the general store at Cloudcroft in front of the pot-bellied stove, catching up on the gossip, playing checkers, and hoping the cracker barrel never empties.  Oh for simpler times.  Well, maybe not!

Uh oh!  Brain fhart down a bunny trail.  Sorry. . .

Ah, yet another issue comes forward and presents itself — part-time playwright in tow.

Enter stage left the 35 year-old NoName gas stove, which the portentous playwright has doomed to a merciful end.  The stove sits quietly unaware of its forlorn future.  Someone jokingly suggested it be donated to the local museum.  When the oven and gas burners are fired up, the knobs and oven door handle will blister any naïve, trusting cook’s hands.  Great care must always be taken to have heavy-duty potholders within reach.  If one’s grip is lax, the defiant door flies shut with a clack and an ear shattering bang, sending anyone at home running to see who the sullen beast injured. 

Dealing with this obstinate antique can quickly become a comedy of errors, and cooking in this kitchen is an ordeal.  The oven no longer regulates the temperature, and turns a cake baking event into a frustrating, invective guessing game.  Only a chef with nerves of steel and great determination need enter.  Beware thou hungry fool of a knave, for on yon wall rests one mean, ornery, cantankerous blasted piece of Klump!

The heavy stage curtains rise and there before the eyes is one big electronics store where the bright and beautiful new Bosch stainless steel built-in induction cook top and convection oven sit waiting for someone to desire them. 

Enter two very frustrated people.  One male.  One female.  Obviously a married couple.  Fast on their heels is the big, burly surly salesman.  In no time, the deal is struck, and the electrician summoned. 

Herr Zingerman, the electrician of course, determines that bringing in the 380 volts would require both a city permit and building code guidelines.  These two governing bodies will also decide if the 50 year-old electrical box and screwed in fuses, which have not been changed in thirty years will be adequate.   Ah, clever Germans and their engineering feats!  Once these facts check out and the appropriate fees are paid, the documents are issued.  Now begins the messy and expensive part.

Comes now Herr Zingerman tools in hand.  The boxes, if necessary, are replaced, and the preparations to hook it all together will begin.  The concrete floor in the kitchen is bored and prepped for the new lines, to be pulled and connected with Herr Zingerman’s professional aplomb.  All that work and equipment will cost as much as the cook top and oven combined.  Herr Zingerman had better work with lots of aplomb!

And thank the lucky stars that only steel bottoms will touch the new cook top.  The prehistoric pots and pans with their hot metal handles, bowed bottoms, and crusty outside finishes are doomed  to the recycling bins.  In their place will come new stainless steel pots, pans, a tea kettle, iron skillet, and yes a stainless steel espresso pot.  Yippi Skippi!!!

All said and done, the job will take two weeks.

This is hardly a prayer and fasting ordeal, but certainly a challenge in all respects to stamina and patience.  Tempers will certainly fly, and hopefully verbal sparring will be jovial and at a minimum. 

We shall see.

 Joe 2:25  I will restore to you the years which the swarming locust has eaten, the hopper, the destroyer, and the cutter, my great army, which I sent among you.  26  “You shall eat in plenty and be satisfied, and praise the name of the LORD your God, who has dealt wondrously with you. And my people shall never again be put to shame.  27  You shall know that I am in the midst of Israel, and that I, the LORD, am your God and there is none else. And my people shall never again be put to shame.  28  “And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, and your young men shall see visions.  29  Even upon the menservants and maidservants in those days, I will pour out my spirit.  30  “And I will give portents in the heavens and on the earth, blood and fire and columns of smoke.  31  The sun shall be turned to darkness, and the moon to blood, before the great and terrible day of the LORD comes.  32  And it shall come to pass that all who call upon the name of the LORD shall be delivered; for in Mount Zion and in Jerusalem there shall be those who escape, as the LORD has said, and among the survivors shall be those whom the LORD calls.

More about what Joel really meant by swarming locust. . .  What is your guess?

Eclectic Grapevine

Posted in Faith on January 16, 2010 by waggtagg

Grapevine has always been quaint, homey, and a fun place to live.  Good God-fearing people, good town government, and quiet.

Leslie Scribner called Grapevine home as did his family for many years.  People around town who knew Leslie called him The Toy Man.

Leslie walked across Hwy 26 in the early morning hours,  on Monday, January 11, and was fatally injured by a passing car.  Normally there would have been a short blurb in the newspaper and a pauper’s burial would have been the final goodbye.

But Leslie’s angels, compassionate friends and strangers decided to make it all turn out differently.

John South, a Grapevine resident, has given us a sketch of Leslie’s life in Grapevine.

Contribution to help pay Leslie’s burial expenses can be made at many places across Grapevine.  See the links below.

Hugs and Kisses to all my friends and blog readers, and especially to Melanie Thornton.  But most of all to Leslie a solid God rest your soul Toy Man!

Grace:  http://www.gracegrapevine.org

Grapevine Community Activities Center: 1175 Municipal Way Drive
All American Teddy Bear Factory: 601 Main Street – Grapevine

BARA Church: Trophy Club: http://www.barachurch.com

Make a Donation to “RIP Leslie Scribner Toy Man” at Chase Bank: https://www.chase.com/

John also wrote: Special thanks to Catherine Munoz, Dustin and Melanie (although I don’t know you guys) for setting up the Facebook page for Leslie’s memory and for sharing his story. http://www.grapevinetoyman.com

Yet a Sovereign Nation

Posted in Faith on January 14, 2010 by waggtagg

A friend, Nancy, sent over pictures showing the hellacious cold snap that blasted across the U.S. and Canada.  Here are just a few.

So much for global warming. 

Now, raise your hand if you heard Lord Monckton speak on climate change, carbon footprint, global warming.  If you didn’t, you need to get up to speed on this whole issue.  Contrary to popular belief, it’s not dead yet!  If the white house and congress can collect fees and taxes on the weather, they will.  The government, after all, is running out of money.  Even the I.O.Us. in the Social Security trust fund, that’s money your congressmen borrowed and haven’t yet paid back, are nothing more than worthless paper.

AND did you see that Nancy Pelosi, bless her little pointed head, took 20 congressmen on a “junket” to Copenhagen to support global warming summit?  No one who went with Pelosi’s group is talking, and we don’t know how much this little excursion cost the American tax payers. 

Republican Senator Inhofe from Oklahoma stated that the worst thing that happened in Copenhagen was “They ran out of caviar.”  Inhofe wasn’t actually with Pelosi’s group.  He went on his own to give an opposing view.  An opposing view?  What does Inhofe know that we don’t?  Could he be anticipating a move by Obama and his buddy Al to force legislation for government control over “climate change?” 

You may be asking why should I run around reading all this mess.  The best way I know how to answer that is “Because.”  Because it’s all about a Ponzi scheme and the money that will be stolen.  Just follow the money.  Al Gore hopes to control billions upon billions of dollars that this scheme will earn.  The global warming summit, however, went sour, but  it could be resurrected next year. 

If it is adopted, Al wins, the U.S. government wins, the scientists who will “rescue” the world from disaster will win, and the global warming offset dollars will fly around the world for anyone and everyone to dip their hands into the till.  If it is a bust, Al wins, Obama wins, and the U.S. congress wins — why? — because they will simply pass legislation to tax your carbon footprint anyway, and still get to keep the bag of money for themselves.

BUT, that’s only the tip of the iceberg.   

When all is said and done, climate change legislation here in the U.S. could be  just one more nail in the coffin of our national sovereignty.  We will soon have more Ponzi schemes coming down the pike to make us slaves to the government.  The economy is close to a big flush.  The Federal Reserve (which is not federal at all, but a big bankster corporation)  is hell-bent on devaluing the U.S. Dollar.  Commercial real estate will soon come crashing down.  Thriving industries left our shores years ago for fewer taxes and slave labor and we were left with red rust-crusted communities. 

The only industry worth saving are the auto makers, and now those union workers are employees of the U.S. government.  Ford has not been bought out by Obama’s big bail out program.  Why?  Ford went to Brazil to enjoy fewer tax demands and union free labor.  Ford did what General Motors and Chrysler failed to do despite the billions of dollars thrown at them.  Make a profit in 2009.

This collapse of our sovereignty is incremental.  It happened and is still happening before our eyes.  Did we see and understand?  No, and why was that?  We were too busy working our jobs, buying this, that, and the other.  Worried about kids.  Concerned about our job security.  Wondering who among our friends and loved ones would be next in the unemployment line.

Is the answer: 

  • Anarchy?  No!
  • Civil Unrest?  No!
  • Finger Pointing?  No!
  • Hate Crimes?  No!
  • Racial Unrest?  No!

So WHAT IS the answer?

In a word:  Prayer! 

Build your prayer closet and get on your knees before the Lord. 

When you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret; and your Father who sees in secret will reward you.             Matthew 6:6 RSV

If you need help with what to pray, let the Holy Spirit lead.

Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness; for we do not know how to pray as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with sighs too deep for words.  Romans 8:26 RSV

Learn to pray the Holy Scriptures. 

But I call upon God; and the Lord will save me.  Evening and morning and at noon I utter my complaint and moan, and he will hear my voice.  He will deliver my soul in safety from the battle that I wage, for many are arrayed against me.             Psalms 55: 16 & 17

 if my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin and heal their land.                    2 Chronicles 7:14 

Still need a tick list? 

  • Forgiveness of our sins personally and as a nation
  • Guidance for as an individual and for our nation’s leaders
  • Salvation– for the lost souls of this nation and around the world
  • Revival — a return to Christ, the Bible, worship, prayer, and sharing the Gospel

 And he said to them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few; pray therefore the Lord of the harvest to send out laborers into his harvest.              Luke 10:2 RSV 

It sounds too simple, but the prayers of the faithful availeth much. 

Jesus himself said, “…whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours.”    Mark 11:24 RSV

Now, go and storm the gates of Heaven with your prayers and know that there are millions who share your fervor for this great nation.  There are also millions who are lost and haven’t a clue what to do.  Pray for them all.

Courage Christians!

Thought Provoking Thoughts. . .

Posted in Faith on January 9, 2010 by waggtagg

Sometimes, I wonder about life, the heartaches, the fear of losing everything we’ve worked so hard to put in place, the government that just doesn’t seem to care about us, the global economy that threatens to make a pauper of me, and so on, and so on. 

Then along comes JoAnn and puts an extremely mind-blowing, eye-popping, explosive thought in front of me, and I remember who, what, and where I am:

  • I am a member of the family of God and I belong to him;
  • I can look to heaven and know that my prayers are heard; 
  • I know with certainty that my life does have purpose, and most importantly;
  • I am, through my baptism in Christ, a priest, a prophet, and a king. 

What else could I ask for?

For those of you that are too young to relate to this just pass the link along to your parents, friends, etc.!

HERE YOU ARE THEN. 

THOSE THOUGHT PROVOKING THOUGHTS

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I  would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly.  As I’ve aged, I’ve become kinder to myself, and less critical of  myself. I’ve become my own friend. I don’t chide myself for eating  that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn’t need, but  looks so avant garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70’s, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love … I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with  abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.

They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful.  But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody’s beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will  never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face.  So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.   

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about  what other people think. I don’t question myself anymore.

I’ve even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become.

I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert  every single day(if I feel like it).

MAY OUR FRIENDSHIP NEVER COME APART ESPECIALLY WHEN IT’S STRAIGHT  FROM THE HEART.

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You’re the Woman JoAnn.  God bless and keep you!!!

Happy New Year!

Posted in Faith on January 4, 2010 by waggtagg
Somewhere in Lubbock, Texas
Surely you Lubbock folks know.
  
May this year of 2010 be filled with Peace, Love, Hope and Joy.  I pray that a daily reading of God’s Word will become a habit you will enjoy and that it will bring divine light to your life’s pathway.  May the Love of Christ abide in you and shine forth for all those you encounter, and may the affirmations you receive for others be graciously received and give courage to those who are willing to seek God’s face and learn of his love.

 

Jabez called on the God of Israel, saying, “Oh that thou wouldst bless me and enlarge my border, and that thy hand might be with me, and that thou wouldst keep me from harm so that it might not hurt me!” And God granted what he asked.   1Ch 4:10

To all my BGFs in CRHP — God love you.  Thank you for all you have done to help me through this transition.  Thank you for your uplifting prayers.  You are all such a blessing.
 
And to Sonny:  I received the “salt” and thank you for the novena masses at the Mt. Carmel Center.  They have had a transforming effect! 
 
God love you all!  
 
God is good — All the time!
  

 

New Year’s Even German Style

Posted in Faith on January 1, 2010 by waggtagg

Last night I stayed up reading one of my tomey novels (more than 460 pgs – plus there is a sequel just as large!) and Horst lay sound alseep next to me.  We left our bedroom window open as usual, and the gradual New Year’s jubilee began a  buildup of noise and gunpowder smoke.  Horst awoke, and we stepped out the front door around 10 p.m. to let Meg out.   

The firecrackers had begun shortly after 4 p.m. when the sun had set in the distance.  Later in the evening as we watched, our neighborhood was engulfed with the rumbling and stench of an ensuing battle.  The air was as thick as steam churning forth from a huge antique black kettle busily dissolving the grime from a week’s worth of dirty laundry.  You remember Mammy’s wash kettle from Gone With the Wind!  I could circle my hand, and the fog and smoke roiled around my head.  The fog couldn’t muffle the shish, crack, and boom of the noise, but the vivid colors were subdued, slightly, by the low visibility. 

Upon our return to the bedroom upstairs the window was promptly closed, and as we lay in bed tucked beneath our still warm feathers we chuckled and marveled at the money that was going up in smoke. 

Our entire neighborhood continued to rumble with the sounds of battle, as cannons and soaring rockets were added to the fray.  Later, a grand crescendo burst forth around 11:55 p.m.  A short while later, the frenzied blaze of bottle rockets, aerial shells, common firecrackers, sidewinders, and the battle cries of hollers and whoops of joy began to die.  At last, around 12:30 a.m. the neighborhood was peaceful once again.  

 I had to wonder if this was the way a subdued warrior nation vented their lust for guns, cannons, blood and guts.  After all, don’t our own southern gentlemen spend months gearing up for Civil War reenactments?  Ah, men, their games, and expensive toys.  It is all such an enigma. 

I suppose next year we will need to decide to join the gun battlements or simply crank up the white noise and pray for sleep.  We’ll see. . .

Until Later –  Happy New Year, and may our Gifting God supply you with abundant blessings far beyond your wildest dreams, passels of good victuals, along with peace and happiness to enjoy it all.

Know that you are always on our mind and ever in our prayers.

Horst and Paula

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