Here's some fun items for you all today!!! 1. Never take a beer to a job interview. Dining Out Entertaining In Your Home
Tips From the Redneck Book of Manners
2. Always identify people in your yard before shooting at them.
3. It's considered poor taste to take a cooler to church.
4. If you have to vacuum the bed, it is time to change the sheets.
5. Even if you're certain that you are included in the will, it is still considered tacky to drive a U-Haul to the funeral home.
1. If drinking directly from the bottle, always hold it with your fingers covering the label.
2. Avoid throwing bones and food scraps on the floor as the restaurant may not have dogs.
1. A centerpiece for the table should never be anything prepared by a taxidermist.
2. Do not allow the dog to eat at the table no matter how good his manners are.
Earth laughs in flowers.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
The news is full of stories about people cutting back on their spending. What thrifty measures have you taken since the end of the economy as we know it?
Golconda
PRONUNCIATION:
(gol-KON-duh)
MEANING:
noun: A source of great wealth.
ETYMOLOGY:
After Golconda, a ruined city in southern India, once known for its diamond mines in the nearby hills.
USAGE:
"Nanotechnologies is a fancy name that excites millions of gullible simpletons who believe there's a golconda behind every rinky-dink, small company in the nano-business."
PRONUNCIATION:
(gol-KON-duh)
MEANING:
noun: A source of great wealth.
ETYMOLOGY:
After Golconda, a ruined city in southern India, once known for its diamond mines in the nearby hills.
USAGE:
"Nanotechnologies is a fancy name that excites millions of gullible simpletons who believe there's a golconda behind every rinky-dink, small company in the nano-business."
J.D. Robb: Salvation in Death
In the year 2060, cutting-edge investigative tools can help catch a killer. But there are some questions even the most advanced technologies cannot answer ...
At the most solemn moment of a Catholic funeral mass, the priest brings the chalice to his lips. Seconds later, he is dead on the altar.
For the mourners packed into the pews, Father Miquel Flores's sudden demise is an unimaginable shock. When Detective Lieutenant Eve Dallas confirms that the consecrated wine contained enough potassium cyanide to kill a rhino, she's prepared to plunge in and find out why, despite her discomfort with her surroundings. It's not the bodegas and the pawnshops of East Harlem that bother her, though the neighborhood is a long way from the stone mansion she shares with her billionaire husband, Roarke. It's all that holiness flying around at St. Cristobal's that makes her unearsy.
A search of the victim's simple, sparsely furnished room reveals few personal touches, except for a carefully hidden religious medal with a mysterious inscription, and a couple of underlined bible passages. The autopsy reveals much more: faint scars of knife wounds, a removed tattoo -- and evidence of plastic surgery suggesting "Father Fores" may not have been the man his parishioners thought. Now, as Eve pieces together clues that suggest identity theft, gang connections, and a deeply personal act of revenge, she hopes to track down whoever committed this unholy act. Until a second murder -- in front of an even larger crowd of worshippers -- knocks the whole investigation sideways.
The way Eve sees it, vengeance may be the Lord's business, but if there's going to be any earthly justice in this case, it's up to her.
In the year 2060, cutting-edge investigative tools can help catch a killer. But there are some questions even the most advanced technologies cannot answer ...
At the most solemn moment of a Catholic funeral mass, the priest brings the chalice to his lips. Seconds later, he is dead on the altar.
For the mourners packed into the pews, Father Miquel Flores's sudden demise is an unimaginable shock. When Detective Lieutenant Eve Dallas confirms that the consecrated wine contained enough potassium cyanide to kill a rhino, she's prepared to plunge in and find out why, despite her discomfort with her surroundings. It's not the bodegas and the pawnshops of East Harlem that bother her, though the neighborhood is a long way from the stone mansion she shares with her billionaire husband, Roarke. It's all that holiness flying around at St. Cristobal's that makes her unearsy.
A search of the victim's simple, sparsely furnished room reveals few personal touches, except for a carefully hidden religious medal with a mysterious inscription, and a couple of underlined bible passages. The autopsy reveals much more: faint scars of knife wounds, a removed tattoo -- and evidence of plastic surgery suggesting "Father Fores" may not have been the man his parishioners thought. Now, as Eve pieces together clues that suggest identity theft, gang connections, and a deeply personal act of revenge, she hopes to track down whoever committed this unholy act. Until a second murder -- in front of an even larger crowd of worshippers -- knocks the whole investigation sideways.
The way Eve sees it, vengeance may be the Lord's business, but if there's going to be any earthly justice in this case, it's up to her.
Tonight is: Fringe, NCIS, and Eli Stone
Once We Played.
ONCE we played at love together--
Played it smartly, if you please;
Lightly, as a windblown feather,
Did we stake a heart apiece.
Oh, it was delicious fooling!
In the hottest of the game,
Without thought of future cooling,
All too quickly burned Life's flame.
In this give-and-take of glances,
Kisses sweet as honey dews,
When we played with equal chances,
Did you win, or did I lose?
Was your heart then hurt to bleeding,
In the ardour of the throw?
Was it then I lost, unheeding,
Lost my heart so long ago?
Who shall say? The game is over.
Of us two who loved in fun,
One lies low beneath the clover,
One lies lonely in the sun.
Unknown
ONCE we played at love together--
Played it smartly, if you please;
Lightly, as a windblown feather,
Did we stake a heart apiece.
Oh, it was delicious fooling!
In the hottest of the game,
Without thought of future cooling,
All too quickly burned Life's flame.
In this give-and-take of glances,
Kisses sweet as honey dews,
When we played with equal chances,
Did you win, or did I lose?
Was your heart then hurt to bleeding,
In the ardour of the throw?
Was it then I lost, unheeding,
Lost my heart so long ago?
Who shall say? The game is over.
Of us two who loved in fun,
One lies low beneath the clover,
One lies lonely in the sun.
Unknown
Spaghetti Frittata
Ingredients:
8 ounces spaghetti, uncooked
1 tablespoon olive oil
1 medium onion, sliced
2 cups sliced fresh mushrooms
1 medium zucchini, sliced
1 (15 ounce) can diced tomatoes, undrained
8 eggs, lightly beaten
1 cup Mozzarella Cheese
Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Cook pasta as directed on package.
1. Meanwhile, heat oil in large ovenproof skillet on medium-high heat. Add onions and mushrooms; cook and stir 5 min. or until onions are crisp-tender. Add zucchini and tomatoes with their liquid. Cook 10 min. or until most of the liquid has evaporated, stirring occasionally.
2. Mix pasta, eggs and 1/2 cup of the cheese in large bowl; mix well. Add to vegetables in skillet; stir until well blended. Cook on medium-low heat 5 min. or until bottom of frittata is set. Sprinkle with remaining 1/2 cup cheese.
3. Bake 10 min. or until center is set. Cut into 8 wedges to serve.
Yield: 8 servings
Brightest Blessings,
~S~
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