Felt like sharing something from three decades ago from Mama Santa!
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Dear Chad, Cody, and Chris...............Love Santa By Diane Ogden
Today I was cleaning out the old paper file box. You know the old way of keeping paperwork. Now days you take a photo of it and file it on your computer. Unless you find what I did today. Notes to my children from Santa..... I failed to put a date on the "elaborate" index cards I used but my guess is 28-30 years ago. The middle son, Cody, was a very face paced child. (I did not say hyper!) But he learned a bad word from some of the neighbor kids and found he got unlimited attention when he used it. I think he was 4 and it was the bad word..... as the index card from Santa reiterates.
Felt like sharing something from three decades ago from Mama Santa!
Felt like sharing something from three decades ago from Mama Santa!
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Sunday Morning ....................................by Diane Ogden
Every Sunday morning I treat myself by raising the head and foot of my fairly new Electric Bed. I turn on the 32" VIZIO I pay $100 a month to watch while I recall the days I could watch for free. I click to CBS to watch Sunday Morning with Charles Kuralt. (sp) Where I remain until it ends at 9:30.
Today they did a segment on Steve Harvey. I enjoy watching Steve Harvey any time of the day or night. He makes me laugh. He is wise. He is quite the charismatic person. And I do not care how many times he was married. (3)! So have I. I really should try to get that one right.
He told how he grew up eating mayonnaise and bread sandwiches because they were poor. I sat up farther in my electric bed, if that is even possible, thinking I should call my mother immediately to see how poor we really were considering I ate mayonnaise sandwiches for years. I would guess from age 7 through 12 years old. Along with hot chocolate and toast or pancakes for breakfast every day. As well as my father required a desert after each meal. My fav was the Mayonnaise Chocolate cake with fluffy white frosting that I would add to my breakfast routine whenever possible. No wonder I have hypoglycemia!!
At the end of Sunday Morning there was a segment on beef jerky. Suddenly another vivid memory comes charging into my head, or my heart? My Granddaddy had the first bison ranch in Texas in the 1950's. Or so he told me. He also told me he rode with Poncho Via. Regardless, he did make the best bison jerky I have ever eaten. He was quite the cook. His jerky wasn't full of fillers, or artificial flavors or GMO corn syrup. I can almost taste it as I type it. Genuine Bison Jerky. And now there is a company producing the same natural bison jerky as my Granddaddy used to make. I can recall the large metal smoker tank where he cooked the meat as well as a small house where he would hang the meat pieces to dry. We would beg for more.
Nowadays I peer at the beef jerky in its fancy labeled small packages at the grocery store as I walk on past before any gag reflex sets in. When you've had the best, the worst wont do.
The photo is Granddad's buffalo ranch. I have a newspaper article about he and the ranch but it is buried in the ancestor file box....along with the family genealogy.
His Cookhouse....
He was a cook during the War. I still have his aviator Sunglasses
and his dog tags and a beautiful white silk scarf. I
"wonder" sometimes who will I pass them on to.
No one else remembers him from the new generation.
Where will they end up?
Today they did a segment on Steve Harvey. I enjoy watching Steve Harvey any time of the day or night. He makes me laugh. He is wise. He is quite the charismatic person. And I do not care how many times he was married. (3)! So have I. I really should try to get that one right.
He told how he grew up eating mayonnaise and bread sandwiches because they were poor. I sat up farther in my electric bed, if that is even possible, thinking I should call my mother immediately to see how poor we really were considering I ate mayonnaise sandwiches for years. I would guess from age 7 through 12 years old. Along with hot chocolate and toast or pancakes for breakfast every day. As well as my father required a desert after each meal. My fav was the Mayonnaise Chocolate cake with fluffy white frosting that I would add to my breakfast routine whenever possible. No wonder I have hypoglycemia!!
| 1 cup water |
| 1 cup mayonnaise |
| 1 teaspoon vanilla extract |
| 1 cup sugar |
| 3 tablespoons baking cocoa |
| 2 teaspoons baking soda |
About the only thing of value in that cake was the cocoa! So much for wonderful childhood memories that have caused me terrible issues. Not to worry, I found a East Side Ovens of Milwaukee. They make vegan brownies of which I partake on the weekend. But only ONE.
At the end of Sunday Morning there was a segment on beef jerky. Suddenly another vivid memory comes charging into my head, or my heart? My Granddaddy had the first bison ranch in Texas in the 1950's. Or so he told me. He also told me he rode with Poncho Via. Regardless, he did make the best bison jerky I have ever eaten. He was quite the cook. His jerky wasn't full of fillers, or artificial flavors or GMO corn syrup. I can almost taste it as I type it. Genuine Bison Jerky. And now there is a company producing the same natural bison jerky as my Granddaddy used to make. I can recall the large metal smoker tank where he cooked the meat as well as a small house where he would hang the meat pieces to dry. We would beg for more.
Nowadays I peer at the beef jerky in its fancy labeled small packages at the grocery store as I walk on past before any gag reflex sets in. When you've had the best, the worst wont do.
The photo is Granddad's buffalo ranch. I have a newspaper article about he and the ranch but it is buried in the ancestor file box....along with the family genealogy.
and his dog tags and a beautiful white silk scarf. I
"wonder" sometimes who will I pass them on to.
No one else remembers him from the new generation.
Where will they end up?
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Chop. Chop. Chop.......................by Diane Ogden
Many of my friends as well as acquaintances believe I am a bit "anal" regarding my hair. For instance, nearly every time I have gotten it cut the past few years I am beyond upset for two months. Let me give you a couple examples: (I don't believe I am anal. I believe beauticians are taught the latest style and have no real artist ability any longer!!) They cut the sides long, the back short. I have gotten modified mullets, dog ear cuts, the last one I looked like Moe from the three stooges.
Sooooo. Today I cut it myself which I swore I would never do again. I watched some tutorials on You Tube and set out for the bathroom and the sharpest pair of scissors in the house. I blocked off all the proper sections but did have a hard time with the back! I suspect it is not a precision cut. Joke of the week. Given my hair is very thick it wont show. (I hope) At this time it is drying. And if I have any complaints it will be on me this time. And it didn't cost me $45.00.
This was the last CUT!! I pulled the bottom back into a long ponytail. I have natural wavy hair that obviously shouldn't be cut like that~ I couldn't do much with it for two months.
Below is another fiasco.
That would be about four months growth! No regrets......STOP! I said, No regrets!
Saturday, November 22, 2014
The Rose.......................by Diane Ogden
I enjoy the look of roses as well as the feel and smell of each one. They remind me of antiques, pearls, lace, gentleness and peace of mind. Riches. A calm and safe place. Beauty of every color. Velvet.
One of my clients is an artist. She enjoys painting people, landscapes, and animals in her spare time. One day I spotted one of her finished canvas's. It was a pink rose and pink is my favorite color. I asked her if I could buy it from her. She wasn't sure, but added maybe later. I assumed she may have had an upcoming art show.
A couple visits later I told her I would like to buy that for myself as a Birthday gift. I always buy myself something nice for my birthday. After all it is MY birthday.
Yesterday came and it was time for my bi weekly visit to Fran Klos. When it came time for her to pay me for my services I told her to make the check out for $100 less as it was time for me to buy her beautiful Pink Rose for my Birthday gift. She responded with, "Absolutely not, you may have that for your Birthday!" I was shocked. I am still not sure what I said as I am used to being the one that gives so when receiving, especially at that level, I was at a loss for words. I think I said the standard OMG. How classlessly tacky huh? I may have said gosh vs God. I probably added something like, "Oh you don't have to do that." Jeepers I wish I would have stuck with OMG. I recall her saying, "I am pleased to give this to you Diane." And so I appropriately said, "Thank You Fran, this makes me very happy."
And so I drove home with great anticipation of hanging the precious gift, "My Rose."
One of my clients is an artist. She enjoys painting people, landscapes, and animals in her spare time. One day I spotted one of her finished canvas's. It was a pink rose and pink is my favorite color. I asked her if I could buy it from her. She wasn't sure, but added maybe later. I assumed she may have had an upcoming art show.
A couple visits later I told her I would like to buy that for myself as a Birthday gift. I always buy myself something nice for my birthday. After all it is MY birthday.
Yesterday came and it was time for my bi weekly visit to Fran Klos. When it came time for her to pay me for my services I told her to make the check out for $100 less as it was time for me to buy her beautiful Pink Rose for my Birthday gift. She responded with, "Absolutely not, you may have that for your Birthday!" I was shocked. I am still not sure what I said as I am used to being the one that gives so when receiving, especially at that level, I was at a loss for words. I think I said the standard OMG. How classlessly tacky huh? I may have said gosh vs God. I probably added something like, "Oh you don't have to do that." Jeepers I wish I would have stuck with OMG. I recall her saying, "I am pleased to give this to you Diane." And so I appropriately said, "Thank You Fran, this makes me very happy."
And so I drove home with great anticipation of hanging the precious gift, "My Rose."
Saturday, November 15, 2014
The Fullest Pampers Box in the World................by Diane Ogden
I boxed the items up in a Pampers box and headed for the Post Office. The nice Postal employee-man who I have gotten to know over the years gave me the total and then checked my taping to his satisfaction. As he tallied up the I mentioned to him what was in the small box. He looked at me with utter disbelief. That is when I told him my son had better get those items out of that box a.s.a.p. next Friday or they will never be the same again. After he agreed we both laughed at the craziness of how I got all those items in that small box along with a jar of my son's favorite cookies.
One J.Crew Navy Pea Coat: Size LARGE
Three Banana Republic Silk Cashmere Sweaters: Black, Grey, Plum. Size LARGE
One pickle jar of Gma Tillie's German Pfieffernut Cookies.
EIGHT ITEMS: I rolled the two coats up and stood them upright leaving a small space in the center of the box. I put the cookies between the two shirts I placed between the two coats in the empty space. I did have to push pretty hard. The three sweaters lay flat on top of everything. (The size of the box also kept the cost down.)
Not very interesting huh? Yet fascinating indeed. I can pack a UHaul just as good. Not that that is any major human feat. Hey, some people cant do it.
I can now mark that off my list of to-do's. It will arrive next Friday and hopefully the items will regain their shape as well as my son will DRY CLEAN those amazingly expensive sweaters!!
Til next time: Be Well, Be Safe, Be Happy, and get rich so you can ship the scrunched up coats and such OVERNIGHT! Not really. That would have cost more than the clothes all put together were worth!
Friday, November 14, 2014
Coffee Jolts ......................by Diane Ogden
It's Friday. I was happy to get home after a long week. Had some hidden thoughts about doing nothing for two days until I noticed the kitty litter needed some serious refreshing in terms of a trip to the Pet Store for more Dr. Elsey's litter, which is the best I have ever experienced. Not that I have really experienced using it of course, rather the time it lasts for my two felines.
I then cleaned the kitchen for the weekend and noticed I needed to water my several plants. That reminded me of the time someone told me to give my plants some coffee. It will make them happy just like it does us. I happened to have some real coffee left in the cupboard from last year so I made a full 12 oz. cup which I then poured on one of my plants. I walked back to the kitchen and made another 12 oz. cup and poured that on another plant. Then another, and two trees, and finally a spider plant and a palm.
Suddenly the apartment smelled like hot dirt. The smell of Hot Dirt does not smell very good.
It was then I remembered why I had that plastic tub of real coffee left in the cupboard. I cant drink real coffee. It makes me sort of crazy! I then thought to myself, as I looked up into the sun room waiting for the trees and potted plants to start making noises or moving around like the wind was blowing when it really wasn't, that they might get weird and crazy somehow. I mean that is what coffee does to me and my friend told me to give coffee to my plants because they would have the same reaction as I do. Little did that friend know I could end up at the E.R. after a cup of coffee. Its called ANXIETY. So far no plants have freaked out, wilted, or died. In fact they look real real happy.
Wonder what would happen if I tried to make them happy with a Margarita!
Probably not 12 oz. though. I cant even do that. I do wonder if I overdosed them with the coffee thing. My friend did say to pour my leftovers on the plants. She didn't mention making each one a pot. (or a large cup)
Not to worry, I wont be pouring Margarita's on my trees, or giving them coffee again in the near future (unless they grow a foot this month). I might try pickle juice though. They say that is amazing in many ways. What I wont be doing is putting anymore chemicals on them or me. They are a living thing like myself and my animals. So I am doing some testing on my living plants. If they die I may not drink coffee anymore ever. I will change to Green Tea for my Tree's.
So for now, Be Safe, Be Happy, Be Healthy, and get RICH, so can counter act the KOCK Brothers takeover of our country. You know? The old fogies who are fracking our earth, using Roundup on our crops trying to kill us so they can make billions! Or maybe use your money to move to an island or Norway. They say that is the best place to live and where you can live the longest. I wonder why?
Maybe no RoundUp there! I betcha.
Nite!
I then cleaned the kitchen for the weekend and noticed I needed to water my several plants. That reminded me of the time someone told me to give my plants some coffee. It will make them happy just like it does us. I happened to have some real coffee left in the cupboard from last year so I made a full 12 oz. cup which I then poured on one of my plants. I walked back to the kitchen and made another 12 oz. cup and poured that on another plant. Then another, and two trees, and finally a spider plant and a palm.
Suddenly the apartment smelled like hot dirt. The smell of Hot Dirt does not smell very good.
It was then I remembered why I had that plastic tub of real coffee left in the cupboard. I cant drink real coffee. It makes me sort of crazy! I then thought to myself, as I looked up into the sun room waiting for the trees and potted plants to start making noises or moving around like the wind was blowing when it really wasn't, that they might get weird and crazy somehow. I mean that is what coffee does to me and my friend told me to give coffee to my plants because they would have the same reaction as I do. Little did that friend know I could end up at the E.R. after a cup of coffee. Its called ANXIETY. So far no plants have freaked out, wilted, or died. In fact they look real real happy.
Wonder what would happen if I tried to make them happy with a Margarita!
Probably not 12 oz. though. I cant even do that. I do wonder if I overdosed them with the coffee thing. My friend did say to pour my leftovers on the plants. She didn't mention making each one a pot. (or a large cup)
Not to worry, I wont be pouring Margarita's on my trees, or giving them coffee again in the near future (unless they grow a foot this month). I might try pickle juice though. They say that is amazing in many ways. What I wont be doing is putting anymore chemicals on them or me. They are a living thing like myself and my animals. So I am doing some testing on my living plants. If they die I may not drink coffee anymore ever. I will change to Green Tea for my Tree's.
So for now, Be Safe, Be Happy, Be Healthy, and get RICH, so can counter act the KOCK Brothers takeover of our country. You know? The old fogies who are fracking our earth, using Roundup on our crops trying to kill us so they can make billions! Or maybe use your money to move to an island or Norway. They say that is the best place to live and where you can live the longest. I wonder why?
Maybe no RoundUp there! I betcha.
Nite!
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Open House..........................by Diane Ogden
I have this really sweet High School friend, well she was not a High School friend, but since the invention of facebook we have re- connected and are now friends. God that was not a necessary explanation or was it?
So my friend is having an open house for her live in Father's 90th Birthday. (Bless her care taking heart!)
Fact number two or three is she lives 1.5-2 hours north of where I live in a super nice log cabin home. With food.
That being said, I have been planning on surprising her with a visit to her open house. Even considered inviting another of our H.S. friends along for the ride.
But then..... I googled how to get there without driving the INTERSTATE which causes me undo anxiety due to feelings of abandonment when I see too far ahead where the road "don't" end. Yes I know the proper grammar is, doesn't end. So I googled GPS to her home without Highways. The time would be approximately two hours up, an hour sitting or standing around eating due to lack of knowing anyone, and two hours back. Not that I do not know how to mingle. Also having to cross one long bridge over water which could ultimately kill me due to my total fear of dying in water. I know I know....fear it and it will come. So erase that please.
I have decided it would be and is more enjoyable calling her on occasion from a grocery store parking lot with news of this and that. We both laugh much during these phone calls. No bridges over water, no guilt on her end for not having time to sit / babysit me and whoever I convinced to take the trek with me. I will say if I were retired and more laid back I would go, relax, eat a bit, stay longer, and get back home before dark considering I was the 1% whose cataract surgery messed up. I cant see to drive at night and would drive off the bridge and die in my most feared way. Erase that .....now.
Am I kidding? Maybe.
Have an amazing open house my friend!! I will be thinking of you and yours while I bake cookies.
Be Safe, Be Well, Be Happy and get rich so you can hire a driver who isn't afraid to cross bridges! (over water)
So my friend is having an open house for her live in Father's 90th Birthday. (Bless her care taking heart!)
Fact number two or three is she lives 1.5-2 hours north of where I live in a super nice log cabin home. With food.
That being said, I have been planning on surprising her with a visit to her open house. Even considered inviting another of our H.S. friends along for the ride.
But then..... I googled how to get there without driving the INTERSTATE which causes me undo anxiety due to feelings of abandonment when I see too far ahead where the road "don't" end. Yes I know the proper grammar is, doesn't end. So I googled GPS to her home without Highways. The time would be approximately two hours up, an hour sitting or standing around eating due to lack of knowing anyone, and two hours back. Not that I do not know how to mingle. Also having to cross one long bridge over water which could ultimately kill me due to my total fear of dying in water. I know I know....fear it and it will come. So erase that please.
I have decided it would be and is more enjoyable calling her on occasion from a grocery store parking lot with news of this and that. We both laugh much during these phone calls. No bridges over water, no guilt on her end for not having time to sit / babysit me and whoever I convinced to take the trek with me. I will say if I were retired and more laid back I would go, relax, eat a bit, stay longer, and get back home before dark considering I was the 1% whose cataract surgery messed up. I cant see to drive at night and would drive off the bridge and die in my most feared way. Erase that .....now.
Am I kidding? Maybe.
Have an amazing open house my friend!! I will be thinking of you and yours while I bake cookies.
Be Safe, Be Well, Be Happy and get rich so you can hire a driver who isn't afraid to cross bridges! (over water)
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