I like this song so much I may purchase it

This is a song I like. (The embedding has been disabled, so you have to go directly to You Tube.) Can't help but think of Laura Ingraham when I hear it since she plays it at the end of each hour. Maybe I'll buy it. If I do it will be song number 4 purchased by me on i-Tunes. That's right, thus far I own in this order:

Blow Away by George Harrison
Goldie's Last Day by PFR
Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi (don't ask)

One of the most brilliant products ever invented

I was at Cub yesterday picking up a few things. I happened by the paper products aisle when my eye caught what may be the greatest invention ever made by man.

I am speaking of tissue. I am speaking of soft tissue. I am speaking of soft tissue infused with Vicks.

Now, I was perfectly healthy, mind you. But how many times have you had that fever, stuffy nose, can't breath cold that just won't go away and out of desperation you grabbed the jar of Vicks', opened it up and tried sniffing. Perhaps you kept it by your pillow for a quick middle of the night fix.

No, you don't do that? Oh.

Well, I do and was so impressed that I purchased a box. Just in case. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go sniff some Puffs.

You're No Paul Wellstone

I just saw that Al Franken ad where he is standing on the sidewalk by some middle class houses in St. Louis Park telling us how he wants to go to Washington to help the kid who has to sell his plasma to pay for his college.

First of all, Al, have you heard about getting a real job. You know, where you show up, and do stuff for a few hours, and then get paid for it? You can put yourself through college that way a lot quicker than the plasma route.

Secondly, Al, buddy, 35 bucks a pint each week ain't gonna put you through college in 4 years.

In fact, it won't even put you through Blake (your high school) unless you gave a pint every week for 44 years (tuition and lunch for 4 years). It definitely won't get you through Harvard (your college) unless you roll your sleeve up once a week for 100 years (tuition, room, & board for 4 years). Al, I don't care if you run for senate, but have the decency to admit that you are a preppy NY City boy not a "regular" Minnesota guy and don't try to pawn yourself off as Paul Wellstone. At least he lived and worked here before boarding the big green bus.

Nightmare University

I have two recurring dreams that both involve my years at the U of MN back in the early 1970's.

I had them both last night.

The first is that it is the end of the semester, finals are coming up, and I realize that there is a class that I have completely forgotten to attend. (It is always a math class). I find myself wondering if I can redeem the missed classes, deciding I can't, realizing it's too late to drop the class, and wondering what this "F" will do to my GPA.

The other dream is that I am back at good old Comstock Hall and I have forgotten to get my mail all semester so my mailbox is packed with old letters.

Anyone care to interpret?

I Failed

46%

Don't count on me if we crash land on the moon and you need help getting back to the base ship.

Friday Night at The Varsity

Friday night great nephew-in-law David had his CD release party
at The Varsity in Dinkytown.

It was THE place to be so, of course, we were there!
The Molines, Tachenys, Johnsons, and half of the Olsons
(the other half was getting ready to perform at his CD release party!) went to Vescio's
and Terry and I decided to crash their party.
They graciously invited us to sit at their table.
The last time I was at Vescio's was probably 1972.
Nothing had changed (except I am no longer 18!)
I forgot to document my manicotti with a photo.
You will have to settle for a photo of Vescio's bucket of rigs with a meatball and some cheesy garlic bread that we got at the Vescio's stand at this year's State Fair.
Yum-o!

While waiting for the show to start we chatted a bit in the lobby.
The last time I was at The Varsity, it was still a movie theatre.
A really, really old, decrepit, movie theatre.
The last movie I saw there was, I'm sorry to say, "A Star is Born".
Not the classic with Judy Garland, but the one with
Barbra Streisand and Kris Kristofferson.
What is that thing Terry is sitting on?

Joel Hanson opened for David. How cool is that?
Here's a photo of Joel singing.
I began to reminisce and was reminded of one of my favorite PFR songs.
Goldie's Last Day.
I threatened to yell out a request.
Nikki said, "Mom, please don't."
So I didn't!
Instead, guess what I did. I purchased it!
Yep, my second i-Tunes purchase ever.

Here is a photo of Ali working the Merch table.
There is nothing particularly unique about Ali working the Merch table.
I just asked her to pose for me so I could type the words
"Merch table" on my blog!
Thanks, Ali!

David sang.
The place is reminiscent of the Logos Coffee House
(except the old Logos didn't have to card people
and The Varsity is much classier since they have a bigger budget
which is not to say that the Logos wasn't classy,
I thought it was really classy, especially the cute manager!).
They almost didn't let Shannon in cuz she forgot her ID and she's nearly 30.
Nobody asked to see my ID. Hmmmm.
For those of you who don't know what the Logos Coffee House is,
ask Terry sometime.
When we were first married, he was the manager of it.
It was THE place to be if you were a Christian in Mpls. in 1975
and wanted to hear live Christian music.

Here are some of us.
Shannon and Tim, Jeremy, Mindy, Katie, and Terry.
Shannon and Tim had their car stolen on Wednesday.
Tim was warming it up to take Delia to preschool and he saw a guy walking up the driveway.
He went out and the guy jumped in his car and shut the door.
Tim opened the door and said, "Get out of my car."
Instead the guy put it in reverse and took off!
Someone found it in the afternoon.
The door was buckled because it was open when the guy backed up
and he hit a snowbank or something.
I don't know why the photo is so foggy.
Either it's leftover fog from the fog machine or something is really wrong with my camera!
Anywho, it was a fun weekend and that was only Friday!

I am Elinor Dashwood

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A Modest Proposal

A Modest Proposal
by Jonathan Swift (1729)

His solution for the Irish famine....

I shall now therefore humbly propose my own thoughts, which I
hope will not be liable to the least objection.

I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance
in London, that a young healthy child well nursed, is, at a year
old, a most delicious nourishing and wholesome food, whether
stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled; and I make no doubt that it
will equally serve in a fricasie, or a ragoust.

I do therefore humbly offer it to publick consideration, that of
the hundred and twenty thousand children, already computed,
twenty thousand may be reserved for breed, whereof only one
fourth part to be males; which is more than we allow to sheep,
black cattle, or swine, and my reason is, that these children are
seldom the fruits of marriage, a circumstance not much regarded
by our savages, therefore, one male will be sufficient to serve
four females. That the remaining hundred thousand may, at a year
old, be offered in sale to the persons of quality and fortune,
through the kingdom, always advising the mother to let them suck
plentifully in the last month, so as to render them plump, and
fat for a good table. A child will make two dishes at an
entertainment for friends, and when the family dines alone, the
fore or hind quarter will make a reasonable dish, and seasoned
with a little pepper or salt, will be very good boiled on the
fourth day, especially in winter.

From today's Bayly Blog:

(But) today, when English professors teach "A Modest Proposal," they often find it hard to make students realize Swift was joking. (Actual response: “Well, I don't completely agree with him, but he does make some really good points.”) Harvesting embryonic children for their stem cells is little different from Swift’s proposal to harvest just-born children for food. But whereas Swift’s audience pulled back in revulsion, much of the American public thinks this is a swell idea.

Who Cares?

A 1998 article at cnn.com reported this.

In a 34-page 1997 federal tax return, Vice President Al Gore and wife Tipper reported giving $353 to charity, an amount much lower than donations the family has made in previous tax cycles.

That figure is less than one-tenth the typical contribution amount for someone with the Gores' adjusted gross income of $197,729. That fact has caused some bewilderment in philanthropic circles because of the vice president's "good guy" image as an advocate for public service and social causes, the Los Angeles Times reported Wednesday.

And, forbes.com reminds us of this amusing donation:

On his 1986 return, Bill Clinton deducted $6 for three pairs of underwear and $75 for a suit with ripped pants given to the Salvation Army.

I was interested to read on the Desiring God blog that there is a new book out called Who Really Cares which sets out to show that religious conservatives really care. Here are some interesting conclusions that author Arthur C. Brooks has drawn from his research.

Drawing on some ten data sets, Brooks finds that religiosity is among the best predictors of charitable giving. Religious Americans are not only much more likely to give money and volunteer their time to religious and secular institutions, they are also more likely to provide aid to family members, return incorrect change, help a homeless person, and donate blood. In fact, despite expecting to find just the opposite, Brooks concluded: "I have never found a measurable way in which secularists are more charitable than religious people.

My personal favorite conclusion is:

Citizens are also more charitable when they oppose greater income redistribution and less charitable when they support it. . . They are also more likely to return change to a cashier, give food or money to a homeless person, and donate blood. In fact, the blood supply would decline by about 30 percent if we were a nation of government aid advocates.

Soooo Big Revisited

I was looking through my photos and found this one of 4 of my 5 babies taken last Labor Day weekend at Erin and David's wedding. Aren't they getting sooooo big. Nikki and Mark were missing since they didn't want to travel up north with Will due in the middle of the month.

Soooooo Big!

Happy Birthday Mark!

Have a great birthday!

$6,711.75

Christmas of 2006, one of us, who may be me, had the bright idea of ordering skates from the L. L. Bean catalog for Santa to deliver on Christmas Eve. Since the weather was warm and the outdoor rink at Centennial Lakes didn't open till January 12th, we made sure we were there that day to initiate the new skates. One year ago today.

Unfortunately, I chose to use my old, rusty, 1964 leather figure skates. The ice was perfect, fast, and smooth, due to no snow, cold temps, and no previous skaters. We enjoyed 20 minutes of great skating on the lake just outside of The Macaroni Grill.

Then, we started practicing the hockey stop. I was doing pretty good and thought I'd do one more stop. Unfortunately, when I turned sideways, my edge didn't catch, and the laws of physics took over...I'm remembering something about an object in motion tending to stay in motion...and I became a living physics experiment.

I fell. The wrist was broken. I didn't even have to take off my glove and pull up my sleeve. I knew it was broken. We were two blocks south of the warming house and Mr. D took my right arm, Chris grabbed my left elbow, I held my wrist and they skated me back to the warming house.

I grabbed the Rachel Ray magazine that I had brought along just in case I got tired of skating. It made a handy, impromptu splint when wrapped around my wrist. Chris remained with Kate, Tim, and Beth to continue their skating adventure. Terry took me to the ER at Fairview Hospital to proceed with our adventure.

Long story short. Bad break. Cast not enough. Surgery on the 19th. Several months of hand therapy. Wrist that now works pretty good. $5,700 deductible.

Two weeks after this adventure, we were in the car and my tongue innocently went to where my lower left molar used to be. Half of it was gone. We don't have dental insurance. I went to the dentist who put on a temporary filling that lasted 10 days. Since it didn't hurt, I just lived with it till this week and went in for a crown.

So, in the last year, the cost of repair on me has been $6,711.75. I would like to thank Mr. D for not trading me in for a newer model requiring less upkeep.

From the Bayly Blog. How could I resist?

I know you were probably busy looking at the arrow and the letters on the sign, but did you read the copy. Here I thought he had gotten the Nobel Peace Prize, but as it turns out, he got the Nobel Peach Prize, an entirely different award.

Horse or Butterfly? Or, maybe cognitive dissonance?

Lightning Victim News Tape Mess Up

Bumper Sticker

I was just amused by a bumper sticker I saw on a car in the Sam's Club parking lot. It said:

I'm sorry for driving so close in front of you

Barack Obama's Church

Here's a link to Barack Obama's church.

Dugan Christmas/New Years

We had the Dugan Christmas at the Bethany barn.
We ate lasagna at tables.

We ate lasagna on couches and floors.We ate more lasagna.

And more lasagna.

After we ate lasagna, the cousin's band played.

But, something didn't seem right.
Something was missing.
Oh, yeah, it was Michael on the banana.

Having figured out the music situation,
we moved on to family reports and talents.
Dick found the Kriesel Bible and shared some family history from it.

5 of "The Magnificent Seven" gathered for a photo.

The White Elephant exchange was a hit, as usual.

Terry loved his fancy French scarf that Sheri brought all the way from France.

I was thrilled with my talking Ann Coulter doll.
Okay, so maybe I hid her on my lap so no one would steal her.
And, maybe she did kind of freak out the next day with her, "Liberals hate, liberals hate, li, li, liberals, hate, hate, hate rant." Terry had to open the box and remove her battery to get her to stop. Here I am with Sheri who heads back to France this week.

There was a game of Apples to Apples.

And a game of Settlers of Catan.

Then, we called Jeremy in Kansas City at a conference and sang to him.

Before we knew it, we were at the Kapalas celebrating New Year's Eve.
Guys in the dining room.

Girls in the kitchen. As it should be.

We went home early cuz Katie had to work the next morning.
We watched the ball drop.

Then did fireworks on the basketball court.

The next day was the annual soup supper.
Nikki, Mark, and Will came.

Great Grandma got a baby fix.

So did grandma.

Johnny was there and enjoyed Chris's new R2-D2.

We played old games like Bas-ket.

And Carroms. The winner of each match got to wear the Bah-humbug hat.
All in all, it was a fun week of festivities.

Paul Sunde Hymns

Hey look, everybody.

Paul Sunde is on YouTube!