The Sugar high….

I was asked once if I had ever experienced a sugar high?  “Are you crazy? I experience that all the time. “

“Don’t you know that is bad for you?”

“Why?”

“There is a danger of Diabetes, and actually poisoning your system.”

“You mean kissing Sherry will do all that to me, don’t you dare tell her. because I get higher than this!

or this, on her sugar!”

 

Everyone has heard of the sugar high? Makes kids go wild? Not so. I have questioned that for years.  I have said over and over as we have hiked hundreds of miles, if I eat a candy bar I DONOT feel more energy. It is in the mind.

Some things are in your head, so I guess if the worry is relieved, things need to be done. So don’t allow the kids to eat sugar before bed, it ain’t good for them anyway. Sherry and I are  gonna be careful with our next child.

I have always been told that to save body heat you should wear a hat (especially if you are bald like some folk ) because heat escapes from your head.  Now some Medical University study has proven that false.

This was Stella’s hat.

Funny we humans believe what we want to when we hear the results of some study, and it is according to how we feel whether we believe or ignore it. Personally I will ignore the heat/head thing and believe that there is no such thing as a sugar high, because I never believed it anyway. 

This is Slim’s hat he wears trapping, he let me use it for a photo op in front of Sam’s bear. (Slim is Mel (Up North with Mel)’s husband.

(Dat’s Slim, do you ever feel little? LOL I enjoyed talking to Slim and BIL Bill, they are like the girls they married, they know every thing about the woods)

This ‘un is Bill, I seldom saw him w/o a hat but Darla says he still has a ‘part’.

Of course I am an odd ball, Coffee doesn’t keep me awake either, I can sleep beside a whole pot of it (with or without a hat on).

Just feeling great right now, I love it when all is well and I am not saying bad words. To quote the boomer, ‘Life is good, or is it a Gift?”

Nite Shipslog

PS:

I offer my opponents a bargain: if they will stop telling lies about us, I
will stop telling the truth about them.
~Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952~

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This could be a 1952 Pontiac

Opinions……….. Yes I have one.

Our Grand Twins have always been intelligent.  Their mom and dad are smart.  Once driving along with them secure in the back seat (no car seats required back then). I made a statement, and from the back seat came this wee little voice, “In my opinion they should not do that.” Hey opinion was a big word for a three year old.

“In YOUR opinion?” says I.

“Yes Grandpa, everyone has an opinion.”

(I have told that so many times everyone knows it. If anyone tells them that I said they were intelligent I will deny it! and if they happen to read this, it was hacked!)

Can you accept others’ opinions without getting upset? Are you often surprised if you casually make a statement, that there COULD BE NO CONTROVERSY about, and a friend says, “No way, I would never allow that.”

Sherry has bathed our boys and every grandchild in the kitchen sink. Once I posted this picture on my Blog. I thought it was cute:

All I see is a cute kid sitting in a sink.  I was surprised the someone was concerned he would turn on the hot water and be scalded. Another was worried he might fall out.

If Paula or Jean would post a picture like that on their blog, I would KNOW that one of them, or Mel or Grover was just out of camera range, stepping back for the picture. It would not cross my mind that they left the child there whilst they ran to another room to get the camera. I would  know the child is not going to be there  without loving hands being near.

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I read comments made about many news articles. At times I agree or drastically disagree with an opinion.

BUT there have actually been times I changed my mind because someone was able to express a different opinion that turned on a light.

I accept opinions, most of the time without trying to change the other person’s mind.  That is what makes this country so good. We can have differing opinions, even express them, and go on about our business without worrying about ‘legal recourse’.

(Group timed shot(no one at the camera!) of THE BROTHERS IN LAW. In this family when you married one sister you got them all!)

        Jack         Sonny             Elmer

  Rep/Libertarian   Democrat       Democrat

   Anti union       Union        Anti union

   pro-gun         pro gun       pro gun

   Military        non military    Military

  Self emp       Electrician      Self emp

   Chevrolet     Chev/Ford     Ford Man

  Different Religious back grounds.

  But all three of us agreed that most politicians are crooks at heart.

WE disagreed, had very different opinions on many subjects, but were the best of friends.

Here in Bloggerville we do not all agree, but we like each other and agree to disagree as we navigate this life.

Thanks for stopping by the Shipslog

Nite Shipslog

PS:

There ought to be one day -- just one -- when there is open season on
senators.
~Will Rogers~

(If Will Rogers  had said that today he would be crucified, that is my opinion!)

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1947                          NICE!

I walked in Wal Mart

On the Road Sherry gets her hair done at Wal-mart or Super –Sams or something like that.  She has started treating herself to a manicure also, so today was the day.

We visited the Villages WalMart closest to us. The plan is, I will get some walking in and also pick up a few things on our ‘list’. As I walked by the Nail-fixing shop I notice a man sitting tall in one of ‘em chairs and a girl working on his feet. Ah ha, he must be treating himself to an extra today.  Not many men can sit still that long.

(Better to think of how determined nature is than shop)

Armed with my little list, to the Vitamins. She has on the list “Ginger Root 550mg”  That is a vitamin? Now looking thru all the vitamins is like an Easter Egg Hunt.  I stopped by there 5 times and could not find it.  All those Vitamins? People take them?  I couldn’t even pronounce some of ‘em.  also I must say some sickly looking folk hunt thru them vitamins.  I hope they help.

Shampoo, I won’t write the name down because I forgot it. BUT it is just like panty hose and make up, 3,867,992 kinds.  I betcha Lucy’s Joe or Paula’s John ain’t never been caught looking thru this stuff.  I betcha Rick or Grover never shopped for such. Imma knowing Bill and Bro. Slim ain’t.

(Men like to do BIG things! LOL)

When I become KING, stuff is going to be named ‘SHAMPOO’, SOAP, TOOTHPASTE, ‘ats it. None of these stupid names attached. Lemme inform you. Shampoo ain’t nothing but liquid soap. I used it all my life, soap that is. All these promisses of more body, higher hair, grow more all that crap. Be like me use soap it is as good…….. wait, I ain’t a good example of that, I had loose roots and my hair turned loose. But not because of the soap mind you!

Okay, I’m walking round and round in this store and pass this man whose wife won’t let him shop, he has to sit on a bench up front whilst she shops. The 6th time past, he is really looking at me funny, and I do him the same favor, two men who have NO business in a store.

There were a couple ladies who forgot some of their clothes, in a hurry to get here. Many, many women needed to go into the beauty shop and get them to re-do their hair, they looked like they had been in a mixer. Some of the dye jobs went bad and turned out red and blue.

I checked out the jeans, there again some woman had gotten into the men’s wear design. I used to buy by the size 32x31. Now they add a suffix: ‘relaxed fit’, boot cut, regular cut, lowrider, stretch,prewashed. etc,  I pass them up, I hate to try on clothes.

Stores should say outside:  “Women Only”.  Men got no business trying to shop, we ain’t smart enough.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

A politician is a fellow who will lay down your life for his country.
~ Tex Guinan~

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1942 Chrysler, I might have put this on lately, I saved it because I never did see one of these when I was growing up, it is a beauty,

There are things The USA needs to do.

One is hire the PR sales people who sold the nation on bottled ‘water’.

Everywhere I go I see folks carrying a bottle of water. Some will pay more for the water than a soda or beer.  I just commented to my girl, singers in church keep a bottle of water. They cannot sing two songs without drinking water. The preacher now has a plastic bottle of water.  Did Billy G. keep a bottle handy? I don’t remember.

Through the years choirs have sung an entire Cantata without a break for a drink.   ………………………….

Now, think about the USA!

***The USA is actually a very good country.  We give to poor countries. If there is a disaster we volunteer millions $ even billions$ in aid. Thousands of people pay their own way to go and assist. We have a huge foreign aid policy in our government. Organizations raise money. Fact is the church we attended Sunday raised money for the Philippines. But some of those countries we help still hate or dislike the USA.  WE are not bullies, really, we are overall, good guys…  WE need who ever sold the bottled water drinking craze, to sell the USA to the world.

Don’t get me wrong, drinking water s better than a sugar drink, but is it needed every 15 minutes? NO.  The latest studies say that in a normal situation, all the 8 glasses of water gets us is an extra trip to the bathroom. The body only needs to replace the water it expels.  Before the water craze did you ever see folks passed out on the sidewalks from dehydration?

I cannot fuss too much my girl has a glass of water and ice all the time.  What I am trying to say, and not doing too good a job of it is, someone is getting VERY RICH on all the plastic we are throwing in the land fills.  Using a product they pay little for.

BUT, Sometimes it is all in the mind, Take Ms Jones.  She is 94 yrs old. Her family doctor just retired. The new doctor reviewed her meds. Going over the list he sees BIRTH CONTROL PILLS! “Ms Jones, do you realize these are birth control pills you are still taking?”

“Oh yes Doctor, they help me sleep.”

“I assure you ma’am, nothing in this pill will come close to being a sleep aid.”

Reaching over and touching the Dr’s knee kindly and as if addressing a 3rd grader she said, “I have a 16 year old grand daughter living with me. Each morning I grind up one of those pills and put it her orange juice, and I sleep much better  .”

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If you like the comfort of a plastic water bottle, by all means, continue. But believe me the water will not prevent pregnancy!

Nite Shipslog

PS:

I have come to the conclusion that politics is too serious a matter to be
left to the politicians.
~Charles de Gaulle~

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Since I quoted DeGaulle here are a couple French guys I haven’t used before:

1924 Amilcar

1913 Leon Bollee (That was a good car, my middle name is Leon!)

Dead Blogs And some pictures..

Every once in awhile when I am reading my blog or others on a whim I will click ‘next blog’ top left of the blog page.

I just returned from a great trip thru some interesting blogs. BUT many of them haven’t been updated since 2007/2009.

Soon to be mothers, I can understand why they haven’t had time to update.  

Some great family, travel and recipe blogs that have just stopped. Being a curious fellow I do wonder why someone wouldn’t put a note in saying…’Taking a Break’, moving to ‘the back side of Alaska and will not have internet’  or something.

**_________JUST STUFF_________**

Crossing the Mississippi and a view of the famous Arch at St. Louis.  You can go up in it, and we did.

That monument on the hill is the location of the actual ‘Little House on the Prairie’, Pa planted the cottonwood. (DeSmit, SD)

Corn Palace in Mitchel, SD. All the pictures and marque  are done in dried corn on the cob. They drive nails right thru each one to hold it in place. They are made on 4x8 plywood then hoisted in place.

Badlands….

Sherry riding a Bronc at Wall Drug Store.

Mt. Moriah Cemetery and Wild Bill Hickok’s grave, Calamity Jane is buried beside him.

On west, into Wyoming and the Devil’s Tower.

Colette in the shotgun seat and Sherry driving the big Overland coach we had in 2004.

We had such a great time going across country. Sonny and Colette were the best traveling buddies anyone could ask for, we sure do miss them.

I suggested putting Sonny on Rushmore.

Thanks for coming this way.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

Instead of giving a politician the keys to the city, it might be better to
change the locks.
~Doug Larson~

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Someone loved the ‘57 Chevy

 

A copy of a 40 Willys I think. Done in aluminum.

It could be just me, but my red ‘x’ is getting hit a lot lately.

I am reading the news and see a headline and click it. I get this endless circle turning an turning and things never seem to load, so I hit the red ‘x’ and forget the article.  I must do that 20-30 times a night.

I love the internet. I am addicted.  I have real friends on here that I like to hear from. Most of these friends are bloggers or blog readers.

Sherry spends some time on FB, and interacts a little; mostly with the family and especially pictures of great grand daughters one in Utah and one in North Carolina.

She admits to sticking pretty close to Grand kids and her sons also.  I might go to FB more one of these days, but the writer in me wants to say more than a line. IS THAT GOOD?

EXAMPLE: I don’t care how good a church goer you are there has been at least ONE speaker “WHO DID NOT KNOW WHEN TO STOP!”  In your mind he was the ‘Diehard Rabbit’,  going on and on…

When I started my AOL Journal I would type and type many times over 2,000 words. I accidently read a comment by a niece  to someone else that ‘Uncle Jack was TOO WORDY!’  I started noticing, the blogs I really liked to read were seldom over 800 words (Not including quotes), many I liked were less than 400. I had friends who could say a ‘bunch’ in less than a 100.

So I have tried to stick to the 400 limit.  It helps with discipline and trying to be more concise. I really do like my word counter it helps me to know when to start winding down. I had a good pastor once who, after closing his sermon, kept on with ‘good’ comments or statements.  That is like backpacking, 65 pounds of ‘weight saving good stuff’ is still 65 pounds. 

I remember so well a very old church goer, who described a minister as one of the best, because he left you wanting more…..

As a writer I would like to find that secret. I love a book I cannot put down, one like Betty just described, a page turner.

Thanks for coming this way for my dribbles. Oh shucks, that reminds me of a Journaler who went by, “Dribbles by Chuck”, A great guy who blogged from a nursing home.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

The problem with political jokes is they get elected.
~Henry Cate, VII~

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1942 Hudson sent to me by Rose..

The COOK said: It’s Darla’s fault!

A few entries back, ‘Ms. Smart aleck Darla’ put some delicious looking food on her blog, as she and her sisters are known to do.  Anyway, one was called an apple crisp. Now I have never eaten Apple crisp, but it looked sooooo good I haven’t been able to get it off my mind.

(Sparrows bathing in the puddles)
(It is a rainy day here in Florida.)  Every day I try to eat an apple.  Today I asked my girl if she wanted one, I am going to cook mine.
‘I’m eating mine with p-nut butter,’ says she. I didn’t say anything but in my mind I said, ‘I’m making some apple crisp, the name just sounds good.”
I found a recipe, looked doable with what we had. I have never thought you needed everything in a recipe, so I don’t mind substitutes or skipping.
I chopped up a Jonathan and a golden delicious. First on the list was Cinnamon. I grabbed it threw in what looked like 1 1/2 Teaspoons. then thought a little more won’t hurt. Then I looked closer and it was ‘CUMIN’.  Well that is close to Cinnamon, right? Okay, the containers looked the same. Anyway, it’s done. I grabbed the Cinnamon and added twice as much (that should help). Recipe doesn’t call for honey, but that might kill the ‘mistake’, so I added a 1/4 cup of honey (and a little molasses for good measure). I doubled the Lemon Juice since I had added so much honey. Logical, right? Of course it is.
Taste test after cooking awhile, better put some Stevia in there too much lemon. I also threw in a handfull of pecans and extra margarine (we use the margerine that helps you live forever).  It has olive oil, longlife, Omega3 and sunshine (or something) in it .
Taste-test = ain’t bad.
Now for the topping. Powdered milk?  Didn’t notice that, real milk should work. Cinnamon again, this time I read the label twice.
I’m cooking this in a toaster oven. It is heated. My pie pan won’t fit and close the door!  Quick tin-foil, ah,  now just wait.  Sherry is gonna be wishing she had forgone the p-nut butter.
My Crisp cools down enough for  the taste test. Shucks it ain’t half bad, but it doesn’t taste as good as Darla’s looks.
Now to watch my bride try it. Her spoon dips in ‘MY APPLE CRISP’ the first ever in our family.
First words out of her mouth, “Not bad, but there is something in there that shouldn’t be!”

Girls are so darned smart! (I ate it anyway, cumin is good for you ain’t it?)
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where
there is no river.
~Nikita Khrushchev~
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Gotta be a ‘50’s Merc. 1956?

The Box

Life and its twists are many times not only interesting but fun. Sherry never had a daughter. She wanted one, so when Sherece was born to Mark and Corinne, Grandma latched on. We spent many wonderful hours with that beautiful girl.  Once very early in her life she was hospitalized, she took the IV’s like a champ. Pushing the IV rack down to the toy room, she was so cute.

(Grandma and Sherece (Reece, Reececup))

Did your kids and grand kids like, little houses, tunnels, tents, etc?  The one thing I remember was we put up a tree for Christmas. Reece had went with us to pick it out. We came home and put the tree up, the box it came in was about 2x2x4, nice box.

(Reece taking a bath at our house, the first spiked hair)

We were interested in the tree, decorating, presents etc. We started taking note that Reece was in the box. So naturally I made her a door and windows. She loved that box more than any presents she got. That was ‘her house’.

Sherry and I had built that house and it had a huge finished basement. I built  a play house, complete with door, phone, sink windows, everything. After awhile, she was back in the box.

I used this example on a forum I attend. Some folk like to display/show the gifts given by God, but the real dedicated folks remember the small package all these gifts came in, that of our Lord. The gifts to those true folk are incidental, the main thing is the package (box), in which they arrived one Christmas morn, Long ago in a stable, in a manger as a Babe.

Okay I am not going to preach. Driving this rig gives one time to think. This trip I was thinking of our Reececup. She was a wonderful gift to her mom and dad, but especially to her Grandma. Oh, I like her a little of course (smile) because in a world of boys, she is the only girl as a grand.

(The girls, Elsie, Stella, Reece and Grandma)

Now I sorta think I am being ganged up on, Ben gave us Elsie Mae and Reece gave us Stella. WE have three girls and they are all beautiful….

Nite Shipslog

PS:

If we got one-tenth of what was promised to us in these State of the Union speeches, there wouldn't be any inducement to go to heaven.
~Will Rogers~

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I ran across this picture on the net. I tis a Pontiac, must be a ‘47-48 (dat is a guess)