Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
My Mantel So Far (Also Titled: I Swear This Is My LAST Post Today!)
The Super Fabulous Schneider Christmas Tree Of 2009!
ments.
ments better than glass balls. Ornaments tell stories, have sweet little person-alities and are just more interesting to me.
Second Thanksgiving
Count your joys instead of your woes; Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears; Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full years instead of your lean; Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Ran Head On Into A Hog
ATLANTA -- Celebrity chef Paula Deen was hit in the face with a flying ham Monday while helping out Hosea Feed The Hungry & Homeless.
Deen and Smithfield Foods wanted to make sure the homeless had food for Thanksgiving so the Food Network star was on hand to donate and deliver 25,000 pounds of protein to Hosea Feed The Hungry & Homeless Monday morning. The donation is part of the Smithfield Foods' Helping Hungry Homes initiative, which was established to help ensure that American families in need do not go hungry.
Dore said Deen playfully threw one down the relay line like a football and someone said "Back at ya!" and threw it back. It hit her in the nose.
"He threw the ham back and I was unexpecting the pig and it just hit me full on," said Deen. "'Bout knocked me for a loop!" Dore said Deen laughed after she got an ice pack for her face and made jokes about a swollen nose.
"It just got hit with a hog, so what can I expect," she sniffed. "Ran head on into a hog."
Deen said her nose wasn't broken and the ice helped keep the swelling to a minimum.
Deen, known for her Southern cuisine, is a celebrity spokeswoman for Smithfield foods.
Countin' Down To The Turkey!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Yeah. I'm One Of Those People.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Couldn't Stand It No More
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Fall In The 'Hood
We have had an absolutely gorgeous weekend and I got out yesterday and took some pictures of some of the fall that's remaining in my neighborhood. The leaves are turning brown SO FAST that I thought I'd better snap a few pictures before all of that beautiful color is gone.
The red orange and evergreen against that blue sky was just so pretty to me. I love how this one turned out!
This little feller just sat there and posed for me. The squirrels around here are so used to us feeding them that they are not scared of nothin'! Probably not very smart for them. I love how he's wearing his Southern boy camo britches for this picture! You almost can't see him.
This is that huge oak tree in our backyard. I was just telling Larry yesterday morning how bright yellow the leaves were. When I took this picture just a few hours later, some of them were already turning brown. Winter is coming fast!
This pretty thing is next door. I'm not sure what kind of tree it is but I love it, too. It'll be completely bare in about two weeks. Of all of our trees around here, it's always the prettiest and always the first to go.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Dome Day!
On a sunny autumn day, a woman reaching for a garden squash loses her hand and a grazing deer his head when an invisible and impenetrable bubble clamps down around this rural town. Helicopters, planes, trucks and cars slam into the dome with deadly results.
Life under this impenetrable big top isn't just the weirdest show on Earth, it's the only show as the media, the military and the loved ones of the dome's trapped population converge on its impermeable borders.
"It's some kind of force field, like in a Star Trick movie," surmises one of the local yokels. But who or what is to blame? The military-industrial complex? Mad scientists? Extraterrestrials? Or according to Big Jim Rennie, one of the book's most evil and compelling characters, "the work of God's righteous hand."
Selectman Rennie, a used-car salesman with delusions of grandeur, sees the dome as his chance to become king of this newly created principality – maybe even make the cover ofTime.
Under his lumbering, maniacal reign, "legal is whatever we decide" becomes the mantra of Chester's Mill's police force.
But Rennie has a formidable opponent in Col. Dale "Barbie" Barbara, a decorated Iraq war veteran among the thousand or so stuck under the dome. Barbie is tapped by the U.S. president – Rennie refers to him as "the one who has three names including the terrorist one in the middle" – to govern the dome's populace. But Rennie is having none of it.
Readers will find the ensuing battle between good and evil staggeringly addictive. It's bloody and heated, and just when you think things can't get any worse for Barbie and his band of freedom fighters, they do.
Readers can wallow in this glorious novel's metaphoric and oh-so au courant messages about U.S. domination, freedom of the press, torture and environmental abuse, but they also can come to this novel just for the story.
King dishes up a fantastic you'll-never-see-it-coming culprit behind this domesday scenario. But it's the story of the people – the human zoo – trapped inside the dome that's most gripping.
In these days of text messages and Twitter novels, King grips us in a chokehold of un-put-downable fascination for more than 1,000 pages.