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Sparkling Ginger Limeade

adapted from All You Magazine

Ingredients

• 8 cups cold water
• 2 cups sugar
• 1/2 cup chopped fresh ginger
• 1 1/2 cups fresh lime juice (about 6 limes)
• 4 cups chilled ginger ale

Directions

Mix 8 cups cold water, 2 cups sugar and 1/2 cup chopped fresh ginger in a pan over medium heat. Stir until all of the sugar is dissolved. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer for 5 minutes.

Allow to cool completely and then strain. In a large pitcher combine the ginger sugar syrup, 1 1/2 cups fresh lime juice and 4 cups chilled ginger ale.

Serve over ice an garnish with lime slices (optional.)

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Obituary   Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years.  No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:   - Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm;  - Life isn't always fair; and - Maybe it was my fault..   Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).  His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.    Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.    It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.    Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.    Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.   Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.    Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.    He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers: I Know My Rights  I Want It Now  Someone Else Is To Blame  I'm A Victim Not many attended his funeral because  so few realized he was gone.

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Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, who has been with us for many years, ......Common Sense.

No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.

He will best be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
- Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
- Why the early bird gets the worm;
- Life isn't always fair;
- And maybe it was my fault.


Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but invasive overbearing regulations were set in place. When he learned of reports of a 6-year-old boy being charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses;
Terrorists and criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death,
-by his parents, Truth and Trust,
-by his wife, Discretion,
-by his daughter, Responsibility,
-and by his son, Reason.

He is survived by his 5 stepbrothers;
- I Know My Rights
- I Want It Now
- Someone Else Is To Blame
- I'm A Victim
- Pay me for Doing Nothing

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.

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Here are some statistics for the Year 1910:

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The average life expectancy for men was 47 years.

Fuel for this car was sold in drug stores only.

Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.

Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.

There were only 8,000 cars and only 144 miles of paved roads.

The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.

The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower!

The average US wage in 1910 was 22 cents per hour.

The average US worker made between $200 and $400 per year.

A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year,

A dentist $2,500 per year, a veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year,

And a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.

More than 95 percent of all births took place at HOME.

Ninety percent of all Doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION!  Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press AND the government as 'substandard.'

Sugar cost four cents a pound.

Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.

Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.

Most women only washed their hair once a month, and used Borax or egg yolks for shampoo.

There was no such thing as under arm deodorant or tooth paste.

Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.

The five leading causes of death were:

1. Pneumonia and influenza

2, Tuberculosis

3. Diarrhea

4. Heart disease

5. Stroke

The American flag had 45 stars.

The population of Las Vegas Nevada was only 30!

Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea hadn't been invented yet

There was no Mother's Day or Father's Day.

Two out of every 10 adults couldn't read or write and only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.

Eighteen percent of households had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.

There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A.!

(yes, people have changed) almost everyone owned a gun!

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Mt. Rushmore is something I've always wanted to visit, now it's even more intriguing to me, I had no idea all this other stuff was there. Read the article below and see what I'm talking about.

Behind the Presidents

Mount Rushmore, above, is one of the United States’ most recognizable national landmarks. The cliff-size carving of four presidents -- George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Theodore Roosevelt, and Abraham Lincoln -- was designed to bring tourism to the Black Hills region of South Dakota. The memorial was established in 1925, carving began in 1927, and construction completed in 1941. 

It is also a time capsule of sorts.

The original design for Mount Rushmore featured more than just the heads of the presidents depicted, but unfortunately, the project ran low on funding. It was deemed complete prematurely, and for most tourists, there's no reason to suspect otherwise. But the original designer and sculptor, Gutzon Borglum, had a much grander dream. For example, as seen in the model pictured below, the presidents were supposed to have upper bodies.
 

But there was more. As Smithsonian magazine notes, "Borglum’s 1935 conception for the monument called for a grand public stairway leading from the base of the mountain to a hall of records, behind the presidential heads." Again, budgets decided otherwise -- but in this case, the deviation from the plan was only temporary. For decades after Borglum's death (he died a few months before the monument was deemed complete), his family pressured the National Park System (NPS) to finish that part of the original concept. In 1998, the NPS agreed. Situated behind the monument, chiseled out of the rock, is the Hall of Records.

The Hall of Records, though, isn't a tourist attraction, and there is no "grand public stairway." It's not open to the public at all. In 2007, a writer for National Parks Traveler gained access (with permission) to the Hall, and described it as a chamber, created with no expectation of anyone entering any time soon. The Hall contains, per that article, "sixteen porcelain enamel panels containing the text from the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights, along with a biography of Borglum, and the story of the presidents." This collection of historical engravings "were sealed in a teakwood box, then placed in a titanium vault, and finally sealed shut under the weight of a 1,200 pound granite capstone inside the unfinished hall."

The goal of the Hall is for future civilizations to find and, ultimately, learn about the civilizations of its day. This is made clear by the inscription on the Hall's capstone: "Let us place there, carved high, as close to heaven as we can, the words of our leaders, their faces, to show posterity what manner of men they were. Then breathe a prayer that these records will endure until wind and rain alone shall wear them away." Those words, originally by Borglum, summarize why he embarked on the project in the first place, and likely why his family pushed for the creation of the Hall, half a century after the monument was otherwise completed.  
 

This past weekend we had the monthly sleep over with our grandchildren, we have 5 grandchildren the oldest, Willow, being 6 years old the youngest, Cooper, is 25 months. The rule is that the grandchildren can sleep over when they start sleeping through the night so this past sleep over was the first for the youngest. We were concerned that he might wake up during the night and forget where he was and start crying which could lead into becoming inconsolable. I'm happy to report that he slept through the night without a problem. I kept waking up throughout the night listening and going in and checking on all of them, no problems. Yay!

Do you know the difference between a million and a billion? On my radio show yesterday I talked a little about that, now I knew that there was a difference, obviously, but I didn't know the difference was so huge. Get this, 1 million minutes is a little less than 2 years whereas 1 billion minutes is 1,902 years! That's crazy! When it's put into minutes and years it's easier to comprehend than when it's in dollars, for me anyway. I thought that was interesting so if you missed my show yesterday that's one of the things I talked about. 


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I'm Back

As you may have figured out by now I'm not a computer person nor do I claim to be, which is why I haven't done anything with this blog for almost a year and a half! I knew it had been a long time but I sure didn't know it had been THAT long. Anyway, with that being said you're probably wondering why I have a blog to begin with. I have a blog because sometimes I have good stories, pictures and information to share and this is a good place to do that. I also have a radio show, Living Way Out Here, that I share a lot of these things on, my show is on M-Th 8:00 - 9:00 AM Pacific time. Find me at www.justmeasurescs.com and listen in, there's a chat room that you can join in on too.  I've committed to being more diligent on this blog, I'll be publishing items that I hope will be of interest to you and pictures or stories that I hope will be enjoyable.  So, just this morning I read on my show a short story that just might make you sit back and think about something, I hope you like it.
                                         

The Stranger

 A few years after I was born, my Dad met a stranger 
who was new to our small town. From the beginning, 
Dad was fascinated with this enchanting newcomer 
and soon invited him to live with our family. The 
stranger was quickly accepted and was around 
from then on. 

As I grew up, I never questioned his place in my 
family. In my young mind, he had a special niche. 
My parents were complementary instructors: Mom 
taught me good from evil, and Dad taught me to obey. 
But the stranger. He was our storyteller. He would 
keep us spellbound for hours on end with adventures, mysteries and comedies.
If I wanted to know anything about politics, history 
or science, he always knew the answers about the past, understood the present and even seemed able to predict the future! He took my family to the first major league ball game. He made me laugh, and he made me cry. The stranger never stopped talking, but Dad didn't seem to mind. 

Sometimes, Mom would get up quietly while the rest of us were shushing each other to listen to what he had to say,and she would go to the kitchen for peace and quiet.
(I wonder now if she ever prayed for the stranger to leave.) 

Dad ruled our household with certain moral convictions, but the stranger never felt obligated to honour them. 
Profanity, for example, was not allowed in our home - not from us, our friends or any visitors. Our long time visitor,however, got away with four-letter words that burned my ears and made my dad squirm and my mother blush.
My Dad didn't permit the liberal use of alcohol but the stranger encouraged us to try it on a regular basis. He made cigarettes look cool, cigars manly, and pipes distinguished. 
He talked freely (much too freely!) about sex. His comments were sometimes blatant, sometimes suggestive, and generally embarrassing. 

I now know that my early concepts about relationships were influenced strongly by the stranger. Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked

And NEVER asked to leave. 

More than fifty years have passed since the stranger moved in with our family. He has blended right in and is not nearly as fascinating as he was at first. Still, if you could walk into my parents' den today, you would still find him sitting over in his corner, waiting for someone to listen to him talk and watch him draw his pictures.

His name? 

We just call him 'TV.'

(Note: This should be required reading for every household!)

He has a wife now....we call her 'Computer.'

Their first child is "Cell Phone".

Second child "IPod "

And JUST BORN a couple of years ago WAS a Grandchild: 

IPAD

                         
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Yesterday afternoon one of our goats had her babies, she had twins, which will be easier than her previous pregnancy when she had tripletts. The babies are really cute, white with brown spots. I was concerned for them last night and didn't sleep well because of it. It was snowing, the wind was howling and it was freezing! I thought about going out and checking on them during the night but didn't because if they were all nestled in the straw and warm and comfortable I didn't want to disturb them. Our dogs alarm us to things out of the ordinary, they were quiet so I said a little prayer for the goats and tried to sleep.  I went out this morning to feed the animals, the babies and mom did great through the night.
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Winter Is On It's Way!

We had our first snow of the season early Saturday morning, Nov. 5.  A storm came in at about 2:30 that was packed with real strong winds, rain that turned to sleet that turned to snow.  The winds sounded like they were hurricane strength.  We were concerned that our roof was going to be peeled back on the house!  But... we survived it without any damage.  Our animals made it through without a problem they have a nice, secure, dry place to go into.  Winter is definitely on it's way.

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