tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-322204202024-03-12T23:00:17.655-06:00Diary of a Glad HousewifeCynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.comBlogger420125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-91326002920222919742013-04-21T21:20:00.002-06:002013-04-21T21:20:25.079-06:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So as life happens, time comes and people move, people die, feelings get hurt, jealousy comes and goes, and then just when you are about to think that you are going to write someone off...say, "see you in the eternities," along comes that miracle which is Facebook. It is a marvel to get in touch with someone you never thought wanted anything more to do with you. But then you realized they want to be your FB buddy. They start sending you "So and so and answered a question about you " links. They are new and don't know what they are doing. Then they start posting the entire menu of what they are making for dinner every single day. But that's ok, you are just happy to hear from them.<br />
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Then time passes, and your long lost cousin forwards everything she ever reads. She send's forwards that try to make you feel guilty for not copy and pasting your support for breast cancer, or veterans, or dog abuse etc. It is hard when she sends forwards that say that you know who your real friends are if they paste this post to their page and leave it there for one hour. Then she sends every cute little animal posing on a table, with a flower, humping a computer, or biting a tiny little chick in it's great big jaws along with a cute little slogan. saying when life bites you, bite back. or something retarded like that. <br />
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Then the cousin starts saying, "Good morning my darlings...: and, "Good night loves, that's it for me." Then you think to yourself how it would be possible to limit your contact and the amount of posts from this cousin you receive without offending her. Then you think WHAT THE HELL, I am blogging about it and the whole world will be reading about this soon and who gives a big darn crap?<br />
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</tbody></table>So about one week before I took my daughter off to school, I was up late one night watching KBYU and the annual fund raising drive. I was sort of depressed because I was wondering what the heck I was going to do with myself with my youngest cub leaving the den. Just as I was about to go to bed some really handsome geeky guy came on to <a href="http://www.kbyutv.org/programs/show/?sid=2300">KBYU tv to help with the fund raising drive</a>. The show this man was from was a show called Treasure Trackers. It told about a world wide game called "Geocaching" or others describe it as "high-tech-hide and seek". I was intrigued. I had known about Geocaching from watching an episode of my favorite crime drama ,"Law and Order: Criminal Intent" episode Unblinking Eye. (In fact, I am watching the episode as I write this.) But, I didn't really pay attention to it then. But the documentary on <br />
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It showed a bunch of people from all walks of life who hunted with their GPS systems for caches that were hidden all over the world. Caches that are hidden in plain sight! But- camouflaged from everyday folks. Well what do you know, a game I can play anywhere in the world for free? I am a really good seeker of things; I just seem have a gift for finding things. Just ask my mom, I always used to know where she hid her crap. So as I went to the website<b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.geocaching.com/"> Geocaching.com</a> </b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">and I began to do my homework. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It has all been so much fun since that first cache. I bought myself a really great GPS unit dedicated to geocaching. All I have to do is log on to the website and then I download the caches I want to seek out. Since August 10, 2011 I have found over 40 caches and have hidden 13 of my own in various places all around the city. This is an activity that I plan to stick with for many years. Some of the benefits are exercise, good company*my daughter Jordan loves it*, and learning so much about the areas I visit. I cannot think of a better family activity. I only wish I knew about this activity when we lived overseas. I could have really logged some great caches then. I guess I will just have to start over and go back to revisit those places again!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/wsimgs/rk/images/dp/wcm/201123/0008/img72m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/wsimgs/rk/images/dp/wcm/201123/0008/img72m.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After my last visit to </span><a href="http://nickeldiner.com/"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Nickel Diner in Los Angeles</span></b></a>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I was obsessed about my incredible poptart that I had for dessert. I vowed to make them at home and soon. When I saw that Williams-Sonoma had a press, and that Dave and I were venturing that way for dinner and movie, I took the opportunity to pick one up and have some fun with it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>I used the recipe that came with the packaging.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Basically a pie crust dough with 2 tablespoons of sugar added. The fillings you can use are endless, but I used a simple mixed berry jam.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSgdHChPBPw/TlGuW9RQRXI/AAAAAAAADzA/LrpUxIurYdU/s1600/Poptart5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fSgdHChPBPw/TlGuW9RQRXI/AAAAAAAADzA/LrpUxIurYdU/s400/Poptart5.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>I rolled the crust 1/8 of an inch thick, and then cut them with the wider cutter. Then I added one tablespoon of jam to the middle</b></span></div><div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWCdxd3SO3c/TlGuwJ1bTRI/AAAAAAAADzU/qIpRykGUOMA/s1600/Poptart3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWCdxd3SO3c/TlGuwJ1bTRI/AAAAAAAADzU/qIpRykGUOMA/s400/Poptart3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b>I spread the jam to within 1/2 inch of the edges.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LL1XG6luCU/TlGuv8HGt8I/AAAAAAAADzQ/21jEcrkTSPw/s1600/Poptart2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5LL1XG6luCU/TlGuv8HGt8I/AAAAAAAADzQ/21jEcrkTSPw/s400/Poptart2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>And used an egg wash on the edges. I placed the tops onto the poptart and used the smaller part of the kit to "Press" the edges together. I could have used a fork, but then I wouldn't have the crimped edges, and it would have taken longer to fork all the edges.</b></span></div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I used the egg wash on the tops and then baked them for 30 minutes, rotating 1/2 way though the time</span></b>.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRrBzLNb91w/TlGuqvnePhI/AAAAAAAADzE/GAgeB8e528c/s1600/IMG_0065_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRrBzLNb91w/TlGuqvnePhI/AAAAAAAADzE/GAgeB8e528c/s400/IMG_0065_0048.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>I iced them, fast cause Dave was snooping around all hungry-like, so they are not the neatest looking things. The ones at Nickel Diner had the royal icing and sprinkles on them, and it blew them out of the water! I will do that next time. I am also going to experiment with fillings. These turned out really good, and everyone loved them. Everyone being Jordan and Dave.</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfqQGYYs4BY/TlGuwaguyKI/AAAAAAAADzY/4OoEd7AsK5I/s1600/Poptart4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PfqQGYYs4BY/TlGuwaguyKI/AAAAAAAADzY/4OoEd7AsK5I/s400/Poptart4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">You start out with this tiny little 3 stove kitchen and you have money that they give you like, a thousand dollars. You cook burgers and guacamole, and even a fruit plate. As you successfully cook the quantities needed you are magically gifted with more money, and you unlike more recipes that give you more money, and more unlocked recipes. It is so fun!!! You then simply begin to improve upon your little kitchen, and then you being to recruit other people. You get your own family involved, they get hooked on the fun of the whole thing too. Then the more your social network grows in the game, the more your rewards and the faster you advance in the game. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div> The addiction, I discovered in <a href="http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1940668-2,00.html">TIME magazine</a>, is seriously and deliberately built into the game. Zynga Corp, the people behind a big series of games for FaceBook, literally hires a psychologist who counsels the engineers on how to make the game addicting to the user. They make it fun though. You win all kinds of special prizes and privileges. You make your friends happy, and they become real good buddies. You are one big happy family and you are tight with each other. I was even the master of my husband and daughters kitchens. I did their kitchens to further my own play. And further it I did. I was at the top of my friends list and around 100,000,000 it cafe coins. You name it, I could buy it. I was able to have so much game, that I was waiting for Cafe World to catch up with me..... A pretty heady feeling. I appreciate that CW was in it for their own good. They are in the business of making money.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><u>The End</u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>When my life revolved around the cyber kitchen, when I spent countless hours working on three horrid kitchens and groaning every-time I had to go through the endless steps of cooking, and listening to my family prod and encourage me to break the endless cycle of addiction, I decided to close it out cold turkey. Ha, get the pun. Ta ta Cafe World, may you never darken my computer screen again.</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fbookgames.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/facebook-cafe-world-hack.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://fbookgames.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/facebook-cafe-world-hack.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><b><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I seriously hope you will stop by and sit a spell and enjoy our garden with us.</span></span></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-34089840999407597072011-07-06T19:38:00.000-06:002011-07-06T19:38:04.069-06:00Best Biscuits Ever<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksxEQQDqNJU/ThUGRSkt_II/AAAAAAAADyk/X5KMkF0LiiM/s1600/Cream+Biscuits_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksxEQQDqNJU/ThUGRSkt_II/AAAAAAAADyk/X5KMkF0LiiM/s640/Cream+Biscuits_edited-1.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I love really good biscuits. They are so easy to make, and it only takes about 6 ingredients. There are as many recipes as there are bakers, and I like to pretend I am a Southerner sometimes, so I don't use a recipe unless I am shooting for a special biscuit. This is one that I put in the oven with about 10 minutes prep. time, I doubled it in my head. I must admit that it is loaded with fat, as most good biscuits are, hence the good color of the tops.</span><br />
<ul><li><span style="font-size: large;">Cut in the shortening well. I found a pastry blender at a second hand store for about $1.00.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">I like Kosher salt.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">Use a sharp round cutter. Not a glass (they won't raise as high because of the dullness of the glass.) Williams Sonoma has a wonderful set of cutters for about $12.00.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">When you cut the biscuit, go straight down with the cutter, or they might raise lopsided.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">The biscuits should not touch each other.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: large;">The oven should be nice and hot. 425F.</span></li>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My Basic recipe</span></span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></span></b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2 cups all purpose,unbleached flour, plus extra for dusting the counter, and your rolling pin.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1/2 cup shortening</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1/2 tsp. Kosher salt</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1 1/2 tsp. baking powder, fresh, under 6 months old</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1/2 cup heavy cream</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">ice water</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Working in a medium bowl, cut the shortening into the flour, salt and baking powder until small pea size. Stir in the heavy cream and enough water for the dough to pull together when stirring, about 1/2-2/3 cup more. Knead the dough in the bowl with one hand while holding onto the bowl with the other about 10 times. Let the dough rest on a floured counter for as long as it takes for you to clean up the dishes.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Roll out the dough 3/4 inch thick. Cut the biscuits with sharp cutter to your desired circumference, pressing straight down, DO NOT TWIST. Place the biscuits on parchment paper and bake 425F. for approximately 20-22 minutes, until nice golden brown on top.</span></span><br />
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<b style="color: #274e13;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">As you perfect your biscuit prowess, you will want to add herbs like sage or chives. You can also make the Red Lobster biscuits with sharp cheddar and garlic butter on top. I have also substituted 1 cup buttermilk, which will cut back on the fat, but they won't look as good.</span></b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-48279411332540544722011-07-02T02:52:00.000-06:002011-07-02T02:52:54.679-06:00Glad for Mexicans<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I like any culture that celebrates with color.</span></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Especially my own Mexican Heritage.</span></b></span></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">And do I really need to mention my love for the guitar?</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A08wsMIewFw/Tg7MC80U4tI/AAAAAAAADxs/71HhVDlhv68/s1600/Olivera+Street4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A08wsMIewFw/Tg7MC80U4tI/AAAAAAAADxs/71HhVDlhv68/s400/Olivera+Street4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Look at the cute little huaraches!!</span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc_claFINb4/Tg7MDR38fWI/AAAAAAAADx0/Vg-AnBZkX6c/s1600/Olivera+Street6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yc_claFINb4/Tg7MDR38fWI/AAAAAAAADx0/Vg-AnBZkX6c/s400/Olivera+Street6.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Click on this link to learn more about <span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Olvera_Street"><u>Olvera Street</u></a>. </span></b></span>Olvera Street is a fun place to visit when in Los Angeles. I love the mercado like atmosphere of the shops and taquerias on the block. Los Angeles was settled by Mexico, by Mexicans, and this is the place. Los Angeles is full of Mexican-Americans, not Hispanics, but Mexican-Americans (or Americans of Mexican descent.) Many of which have been Norte Americanos long before their European descended neighbors.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">It is an old city,<i>not however, as old as my ancestral home of Santa Fe, NM</i></span></span></b>.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yb9sHW1AyFs/Tg7MD9OOTkI/AAAAAAAADx4/2N55dZgUoOk/s1600/Olivera+Street7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yb9sHW1AyFs/Tg7MD9OOTkI/AAAAAAAADx4/2N55dZgUoOk/s400/Olivera+Street7.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">When I visit L.A. I like to get taquitos at Juanita's at Olvera Street. They are made to order and served with a spicy hot Avocado sauce. I drink it up! </span></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUaFY_u_zKY/Tg7Nt4MAaWI/AAAAAAAADyE/vx8QTn5Bvlk/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUaFY_u_zKY/Tg7Nt4MAaWI/AAAAAAAADyE/vx8QTn5Bvlk/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: lime;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"> <span style="color: #bf9000;">It is this teeny tiny stall with about 8 tables. </span></span></span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZG9mX1_o3w/Tg7MEUCIVVI/AAAAAAAADyA/2DaAWchMnDg/s1600/Olivera+Taquitos1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZG9mX1_o3w/Tg7MEUCIVVI/AAAAAAAADyA/2DaAWchMnDg/s400/Olivera+Taquitos1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: blue;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Olvera Street is easily reached from my daughters home in Pasadena, by taking the Metro Rail Gold Line to Union Station. Go out the front door and across the street and you are there~</span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmuFB8eJdd4/Tg7aFg83fFI/AAAAAAAADyU/7LhfVcWVH2Y/s1600/Olivera+Street10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UmuFB8eJdd4/Tg7aFg83fFI/AAAAAAAADyU/7LhfVcWVH2Y/s400/Olivera+Street10.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpNQ0TENB4Y/Tgq7XQUAJsI/AAAAAAAADxA/6mZXirmoWZM/s1600/IMG_0501.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hpNQ0TENB4Y/Tgq7XQUAJsI/AAAAAAAADxA/6mZXirmoWZM/s200/IMG_0501.JPG" width="200" /></a>So anyway. All week poor Malaina has been stressed with a test. Well she's a student, and education comes first, and cooking comes second. We all know that a home cook has better control over their diet, than if they ate at fast food all the time, but poor Malaina had not been taking care of her own culinary needs. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMiUxvq2nvs/Tgq8QMxqI5I/AAAAAAAADxE/bBADRnN10iA/s1600/IMG_0514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kMiUxvq2nvs/Tgq8QMxqI5I/AAAAAAAADxE/bBADRnN10iA/s200/IMG_0514.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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Since she is my child I just assumed that such a talent was naturally and genetically inherited. But no, we all have different talents don't we? And some of us need to develop new talents with the help of others. <u><span style="font-size: large;"><b>So with just a few gentle touches--Mother hen has taken care of baby chick with about 50 dollars and some lamination.</b></span></u><span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-size: small;">I had to be careful not to purchase too much. She has a tiny studio apartment, so space is of the essence.</span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">I also put together several weeks worth of menus with page number references and grocery lists. Some people actually need help like this. It never occurred to me that a woman with Malaina's smarts would not know how to do this. I am sure she is not the only one. </span></span></b><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">4.00</span></span></b><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><i><u style="color: #6aa84f;">( I must try to get a job as an occupational therapists aid, or a personal organizer). </u></i></span></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sw148ArL_JM/TgrDAQsvveI/AAAAAAAADxU/MP2_YwbMpAY/s1600/Menus1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sw148ArL_JM/TgrDAQsvveI/AAAAAAAADxU/MP2_YwbMpAY/s400/Menus1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hGFKdjEKC4/TgrDEXAsW-I/AAAAAAAADxY/8Rod9G17yGc/s1600/Menus2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6hGFKdjEKC4/TgrDEXAsW-I/AAAAAAAADxY/8Rod9G17yGc/s400/Menus2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: #38761d;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="color: #4c1130;">Then I found a really great health book that holds the menus and fits ever so cleverly in her car so she can dash into the store.</span></span></span></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ9CU-hDAPg/TgrDHUUuQgI/AAAAAAAADxc/JsBxWsCA2Lo/s1600/Menus3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BQ9CU-hDAPg/TgrDHUUuQgI/AAAAAAAADxc/JsBxWsCA2Lo/s400/Menus3.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: red; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Merry Christmas Malaina, there really is a Momma Claus. It makes me feel good to be needed by my daughter.</span></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-68738275278930042122011-06-27T02:25:00.000-06:002011-06-27T02:25:39.908-06:00Summer Time is Statistics Time!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RI2u360vL_8/THsq6gT9rmI/AAAAAAAAJmg/zI88tpqOGjU/s400/pasadenalibrary_int1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RI2u360vL_8/THsq6gT9rmI/AAAAAAAAJmg/zI88tpqOGjU/s400/pasadenalibrary_int1.jpg" width="400" />t</a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So Malaina has this nasty Biomedical Statistics test. Ugh. One of her goals is to go to the library to study. It is supposed to help her with her concentration. So off we go to the fabulous Pasadena Public Library. Built in 1927, and designed by a famous Southern California architect named Myron Hunt, the interior is original complete with the cork flooring and oak furniture, and paneling.</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I really like the above photo. Can you tell how busy I am? I am actually taking up a seriously in demand electric plug and playing Cafe World and watching The Godfather at the same time. And of course you cannot help but notice my beautiful man, <u><b>Jon Bon Jovi</b></u>, watching over me, keeping me safe from the lunatics who haunt the library on a sunny Saturday afternoon.</span></span><br />
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Tomorrow off to historic Old Town Pasadena...........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-71853269485969161052011-06-25T04:16:00.000-06:002011-06-25T04:16:55.721-06:00Why do you think I am Glad????<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQIVkV3t6Os/TgWtIzZhOrI/AAAAAAAADww/V5JeSK3QH3w/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OQIVkV3t6Os/TgWtIzZhOrI/AAAAAAAADww/V5JeSK3QH3w/s400/IMG_0047.JPG" width="400" /></a><br />
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<a href="http://nickeldiner.com/people.htm"><b><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nickel Diner, Downtown L.A.</span></span></b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I didn't want to bother the other diners at the diner by using a flash here, so hence the grainy photos. When this burger came to the table, I almost sent it back. I had no idea how I would get my mouth around it, but I tasted an onion ring and kept the plate close by. I have discovered that my mouth is plenty big enough to handle this burger. </span><i style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">(And as my friends know, plenty big enough to handle most any situation.)</i></span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">This is some sort of weird dessert that Malaina ordered. When I go out to dinner, I always order a dessert that is different from my companion diner, then I can eat different desserts.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b>I ordered this homemade strawerry pop-tart</b>. <b><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I HAVE to find the recipe and create it at home, it was delish!!! </span></span>The chef nailed the icing, sprinkles and then topped it off with dehydrated strawberries</b></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: left;">So Malaina's good friend Lisa knows L.A. like the back of her hand. Every single neighborhood and just about every single restaurant, or diner, so thanks Lisa for carting us around!!!<br />
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<li> a dark dingy homely street.</li>
<li>like good food.</li>
<li>want to hear scary people fighting with each other.</li>
<li>appreciate street musicians. (We talked to a guy who played drums Miles Davis.)</li>
<li>enjoy a noisy, fun, interesting, vintage diner!!!</li>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: purple;">As luck would have it, I happened into the charming little burg of South Pasadena. It is just off the</span> Gold Line Mission stop of the L.A. Metro system. <span style="color: purple;">A town lost in the era of the early 20th century. So lost that there is still a compound pharmacy and a real soda fountain in the town. <u><i style="color: orange;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Can anyone tell me if there is another place like this left in America?</span></span></i></u></span></span></span></b></div><br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uh-Gq2wzSEk/TfqytgIkpuI/AAAAAAAADvY/f34LZ85HFi8/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uh-Gq2wzSEk/TfqytgIkpuI/AAAAAAAADvY/f34LZ85HFi8/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" width="320" /></a>Now to keep it really real, here is another version of same rose and a bit more realistic and less romantic. But 100 % Dave. Ah, boys will be boys.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-45560984096023650692011-06-15T19:44:00.001-06:002011-06-16T00:27:20.484-06:00Gladly Home Alone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9xeryvXi4M/TflbZWhaaAI/AAAAAAAADvQ/SxTgG3po6GM/s1600/IMG_0002_edited-1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9xeryvXi4M/TflbZWhaaAI/AAAAAAAADvQ/SxTgG3po6GM/s400/IMG_0002_edited-1.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dave and I are having more and more chances to practice being empty- nester's. We are sitting here watching the Stanley Cup Hockey Final. Or rather, Dave is watching the final and running out between periods to water or clip a hedge, and I am playing on the computer. Christina has gone off to a concert with her boyfriend, Jordan is at school then off with her boyfriend, Malaina is permanently (sob) off in L.A. finding a cure for Alzheimer's. My husband and I have so much to talk aboot (deliberate Canadian accent). </span><br />
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<li>Then in the very next game, the above goalee was yanked from the game because he sucked.</li>
<li>Then tonight is game 7 so we shall see who wins the most important game of the Spring/Summer.</li>
<li>I have found out that all four of our sprinkler valves to the sprinkler system are working now!</li>
<li><b><span style="color: orange; font-size: large;">But most importantly, he told me tonight that when he saw my picture in my most recent post, his heart went flitter/flutter, and he said he thinks I am still beautiful. WOW! I think I am going to like this empty nest business:)))</span></b></li>
</ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g9xeryvXi4M/TflbZWhaaAI/AAAAAAAADvQ/SxTgG3po6GM/s1600/IMG_0002_edited-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">See? Dave and I have communicated so well tonight that we have revitalized our marriage with just a few nice words and a hockey game. Yipee!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-17383857453733405452011-06-06T12:05:00.002-06:002011-06-06T12:10:41.764-06:00Glad for Sunscreen<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jw8aD9fLDLA/Te0UBtYmRdI/AAAAAAAADvM/BiSoo1yPVzI/s1600/Cindy+wedding1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jw8aD9fLDLA/Te0UBtYmRdI/AAAAAAAADvM/BiSoo1yPVzI/s400/Cindy+wedding1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">My mother is getting ready for dying. How can this be? Well she is giving me things, like letters, and old photos of myself. I have begged her to stop giving me things. "Mom!, my house is tiny, I have been married for 26 years, we have so much stuff; I don't have room for ANYMORE!" Well, this is what she gave me. Yellowed copies of my wedding day photos. I have taken this one, and fixed the colors and and added the date on Photoshop.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">As Jordan and I were looking at this, we both commented on how little I have changed. Yes, I am heavier, and I am proud of the gray hair, but I don't think my teeth have yellowed,(no coffee, no smoking) and I have to say I don't have any wrinkles. (hats, and spf 15) As I thought about whether or not to post these feelings of my appearance, I thought "why not"? Why shouldn't a woman of my years give herself a big old pat on the back? I don't think it is wrong to be happy in my own skin. Skin that is fabulously supple and young... hee hee.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-45745035085959602952011-05-31T01:08:00.000-06:002011-05-31T01:08:52.234-06:00Glad for 6th Grade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3tNMOUkMw/TeSKy_TRRbI/AAAAAAAADvI/7Nga3x2emlw/s1600/firmage2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cr3tNMOUkMw/TeSKy_TRRbI/AAAAAAAADvI/7Nga3x2emlw/s400/firmage2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">There are not many kids who can say they have had the same 6th grade teacher. This particular teacher has been at all the educational milestones too. This is Christina's high school graduation, and Ron was there at our party for Malaina's graduation from college. Ron Firmage was a very instrumental piece to the Glad girls childhood. He really had lots of interests that he shared with the girls. He really liked insects. They had to do bug collections and learn the different classifications of insects. Malaina refused to kill the bugs, so he allowed her to sketch them instead and put a spiral book together that we laminated, we still have it. He also allowed Jordan and her friend Ashley to read the NSYNC Story, over and over and over as their books of choice. I was his personal Schoolastic "secretary". I sent out the book orders, handled the money, and bought books for the class. Just doing that one chore for him really gave me an appreciation of his dedication to the kids. It was a lot of work!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">He liked to read out loud to the class. They read some real thrillers of survival by Gary Paulson, and others. There is a special spirit a good teacher has. They have to love children, have patience and be devoted to learning. Unfortunately Ron does not teach anymore. He works at the administrative level now. The No Child Left Behind act has taken all the fun out of learning and teaching. No more scuba diving, camping, or trips to Goblin Valley. I think it is a shame that good teachers are leaving teaching because of some silly George Bush law. But that is another story.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-334470400278405132011-05-05T02:50:00.000-06:002011-05-05T02:50:56.433-06:00Christina + work = Amazing<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Okay, I cannot hold back my bragging rights anymore. I do not want to post it on Facebook, but I can do it here</span>.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">She is graduating with High Honors! A much deserved reward. She was involved for several years in sports too. It was not easy and sometimes the coaches were very difficult, but she stuck with it and gave it her all, and is a much loved teammate to her friends.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Christina earned her Young Womanhood Recognition Award in 9th grade. She loved working on all the goals. She finished all 6 years at Young Woman's Camp and came to dearly love and be loved by the Stake Leaders. She and her boyfriend Brandon have become dear friends and respect each other and their values very much. We love and trust them both to make good decisions. </span><br />
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1b2EmR5NNuE/TcJif3oYO-I/AAAAAAAADuw/2tvTgx5rUxA/s1600/IMG_0011-3.JPG" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1b2EmR5NNuE/TcJif3oYO-I/AAAAAAAADuw/2tvTgx5rUxA/s400/IMG_0011-3.JPG" width="400" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I think for me, the greatest achievement for Christina is the fact that she is going to be a Seminary Graduate. Having gone through early morning seminary myself, I know that the only difficulty to getting there is not wanting to get up! But at PHS, Seminary is held during the day. The temptations to skip are many! As, one can imagine, boyfriends, homework, long lunches, </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">etc... seem to make it easy to skip Seminary. She made up lots of days missed because of sickness, etc, and her dedication to Seminary has helped her to grow by leaps and bounds. Our </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Stake Young Women's president has recommended Christina to be one of 2 youth speakers at graduation, the other coming from the Young Men. Christina had to be vetted and approved by Stake leaders. She is the most outstanding woman I have ever met. Other than her two older sisters, that is.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-42775349984540005862011-03-26T21:24:00.001-06:002011-03-26T21:27:11.182-06:00Color me Glad<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The Glads are obsessed with all things of India</span>. Chicken Masala, Chicken Tikka, Lamb Vindaloo. Ganesha the Elephant god is a personal favorite. I think he started my obsession with elephants. But, more on that in another blog. We love Bollywood, and especially Shahrukh Khan, the worlds most famous movie star (per capita). <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We adore India and Indian festivals. One of the tamer festivals is the Festival of Colors or Holi festival. The "Holi Festival" is a traditional Indian holiday marking the end of winter and the beginning of spring. It's celebrated with lots of color and lots of music and celebrated <span style="font-size: large;">in ....wait for it..... wait for it...none other than <b><span style="color: lime;">Spanish Fork, Utah!</span></b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ksl.com/emedia/slc/2490/249069/24906938.jpg?filter=ksl/pgallery" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="295" src="http://www.ksl.com/emedia/slc/2490/249069/24906938.jpg?filter=ksl/pgallery" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">Yes,</span> <span style="color: blue;">we</span> <span style="color: magenta;">have</span> <span style="color: yellow;">a</span> <span style="color: lime;">Krishna</span> <span style="background-color: cyan;">Temple</span> <span style="color: orange;">in</span> <span style="color: purple;">Utah</span> County.<span style="background-color: red;"></span> </span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lord Krishna is one of the incarnations of Lord Vishnu. </b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://devotionalonly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/lord-sri-krishna1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://devotionalonly.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/lord-sri-krishna1.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I love Indian god art. I realize it could be quite uncomfortable for many to look at. It is quite graphic isn't it? Everything in the art is symbolic. Malaina could give a very good description of this. When we lived in Malaysia we studied from the following book as a family about the major religions of the area. It is really quite fascinating.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://deseretbook.com/images/product-images/53/3035/3512721.jpg?1250879912" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://deseretbook.com/images/product-images/53/3035/3512721.jpg?1250879912" width="249" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My daughter Jordan went to the celebration today with her friends. Here are some fun photos:</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_zIW8eXyFDc/TY6qhFmqc0I/AAAAAAAADuM/riQ4JOFaK7E/s1600/Jordan+color+festiva4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_zIW8eXyFDc/TY6qhFmqc0I/AAAAAAAADuM/riQ4JOFaK7E/s400/Jordan+color+festiva4.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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Well one night after the opera (wearing grandmas orange scarf), we went out for a late bite to eat at "Lucky Boy's" in Pasadena. It was late and the restaurant was full of colorful people. One such girl walked in and she was wearing the shortest skirt ever, her poor bottom was hanging out. I thought I would sneak a photo, you know like they do in "Glamour" magazine that they label as "glamour do's and don'ts." I was so sneaky, but I forgot to turn off the flash. I took the picture &^%<u><b>wham</b></u>@&^ the flash went off right there on her behind!! I wished that a hole had opened in the floor and I could have fallen in. <br />
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In the meantime... I had taken off the orange scarf to avoid getting grease on the scarf! (Look at the food!! It is greasy!!) I notedly put the scarf on the booth next to me and then said to myself,"don't forget the scarf." Well after I took the flash photography, and I was so mortified for my behavior, we hurriedly left. Two days later I realized, I left the scarf sitting there in the booth. I think Karma had come around to bite me and give me a kick for my bad behavior. I truly hope the girl with the short dress has the scarf and is taking good care of it. My behavior was boorish and you deserve it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-66542515558094618952011-02-24T14:38:00.000-07:002011-02-24T14:38:56.896-07:00Grads are Glad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-recm5-mmBSo/TWbFD9jaAtI/AAAAAAAADt0/OtEYgm5AdVs/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-recm5-mmBSo/TWbFD9jaAtI/AAAAAAAADt0/OtEYgm5AdVs/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.seraphicpress.com/images/LBMayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.seraphicpress.com/images/LBMayer.jpg" /></a></div>As difficult as it might be to contemplate this mega movie visionary, and petty tyrant was also a philanthropist to the USC Keck School of Medicine. Not many people have not seen a MGM movie or heard a song by the recording branch of that empire; but, I wonder how many of us have benefited from the people who learned at this school, and have gone on to teach others what they know?<br />
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Well, my daughter and her friends shown here, are a few of the new generation learning at this school. Right now Malaina and her friends are worrying about their next and final rotations before they pick a specialty to study and attain their Ph.D's. Come on kids, you have one more day!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HqAU0RYMI40/TWbFAVK_VzI/AAAAAAAADto/Q-4jBbOErN0/s400/IMG_0036.JPG" width="300" /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I find it interesting that at any level of academia, there is a beginner class. When you are a senior in High School, woman, you are the queen. You have the best lockers, best parking, a Senior courtyard, etc. But even in Medical School, there is pecking order. The Grad School kids are relegated to the window seats and the farthest away parking lots. The other more advanced students have their seats at better tables and covered parking. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Do you remember the "Friends" episode where Ross and Joey worked at the same museum, but because of their status, they pretended they didn't know each other, or eat at the same table.</b> Ha! It is kind of the same thing at the USC Medical School cafeteria. I got a kick out of that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/v5cache/TBS/Images/Dynamic/i23/friends_episode084_337x233_032020061510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/v5cache/TBS/Images/Dynamic/i23/friends_episode084_337x233_032020061510.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nR7TXWkCZc/TWbFIgxuqJI/AAAAAAAADuA/XKksLkqqbQQ/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--nR7TXWkCZc/TWbFIgxuqJI/AAAAAAAADuA/XKksLkqqbQQ/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Malaina is working at a lab located in the USC School of Pharmacy. The lab and the Professor of the group are trying to localize hormones and genes in women that cause Alzheimer's. I am sure there is more to it than that explanation, but I write what I understand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBLGiszfms4/TWbFFWUdYqI/AAAAAAAADt4/Z2MKQOazvPc/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xBLGiszfms4/TWbFFWUdYqI/AAAAAAAADt4/Z2MKQOazvPc/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkpAeS_Mq4A/TWbFG2lRRCI/AAAAAAAADt8/hl6Vge2zqsc/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkpAeS_Mq4A/TWbFG2lRRCI/AAAAAAAADt8/hl6Vge2zqsc/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>I am so grateful that my daughter has used her brains to excel in the Medical field. Thanks to USC for picking a super great girl to give an education to. Blessedly she is thriving with good friends, and not killing herself too bad yet. Right now she does not have to do much writing or any publishing, but that is coming. Malaina is an excellent author, but she tends to procrastinate, I hope she keeps it to herself. I might stress too much when I eventually hear the anxiety in her voice when she calls home. Then there might be no Glad sleeping at my house!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNoe1Gr_41o/TVDRq_IUGpI/AAAAAAAADtQ/9XZWYwucasU/s1600/Christina1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZNoe1Gr_41o/TVDRq_IUGpI/AAAAAAAADtQ/9XZWYwucasU/s640/Christina1.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: purple; font-size: large;">Christina will make a lovely prom date.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><span class="st_sharethis" displayText="ShareThis"></span></div>Cynthia's Bloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10074751541497568637noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32220420.post-74707474817193653852011-02-02T20:27:00.002-07:002011-02-03T01:41:21.145-07:00My Funny Valentine Gift<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;">Moschino Funny</span></div><br />
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My husband got on an elevator last Valentine season and smelled a really good smelling lady. Hmmm should I be worried? Never!!! He asked her what scent she was wearing and then went right online and bought me some.(romantic) I have to say, I have lots of lovely perfumes from Chanel No.5 to Dolce & Gabbana's The One Rose., But I love, love, love my Moschino isn't that "Funny"? <br />
<blockquote><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fragrance Description: <span id="lblDescription">Moschino Funny Perfume by Moschino, A mischievous floral/fruity scent for women composed of top notes of seville orange, pink pepper, red currant; heart notes of jasmine, peony, violet, green tea with a base of amber, cedar, musk. The lighthearted bottle with blue tinted scent adds to the lively experience.</span></span></blockquote><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Guys and gals, be a good Valentine and go get some of this yummy stuff.</b></div><br />
I found this fascinating article on fragrance lingo:<br />
<h1>Perfume Making - Fragrance Notes And Accord Explained</h1><b>Author:<br />
<a href="http://www.articlesbase.com/authors/remy-baker/308480" title="Remy Baker"><br />
Remy Baker</a></b><br />
<b>What Are Fragrance Notes?</b><b><u><br />
</u></b>Perfumes are made up of different fragrance notes that come together in accords to form the aromatic framework of the blend.<br />
For the average person, it’s difficult to pinpoint the exact scent structure and content of a fragrance note. This is because each note is usually made up of so many components that it’s impossible for the lay person to work out the content.<br />
The only way to establish the full note structure of a perfume will require you having access to the original formula chemical analysis of the blend.<br />
The perfume notes of fragrances or aroma oils are broken down into three sections. These sections represent the different stages in the life of the perfume; from when it is freshly applied, through its dry down, through to the final evaporation stage.<br />
<b>Top Note<br />
</b>This<b> </b>is the first phase of a perfume\'s life and plays a major part in the first impact the scent makes. It forms a perfume’s initial impression. <br />
This phase uses volatile fragrance materials that are vibrant and diffusive to provide the initial impact of the perfume, which then leads you into the heart of the scent. Common examples are spicy and citrus notes. <br />
In short, they are the notes you smell first when you apply your perfume and the first components of the blend to evaporate.<br />
<b>Middle Note<br />
</b>This is the intermediate phase of a perfume, where the aromatic raw materials with less volatility than the top note produce the bouquet for the body of the fragrance.<br />
Also known as the heart of a perfume, they emerge after the top note, last longer and slow down or mask the emergence of the sometimes overpowering base notes. <br />
They add balance and complexity to blends, helping the perfumer to <a href="http://www.scent2riches.com/" title="create beautiful perfumes"><b>create beautiful perfumes</b></a><b>.</b><br />
<b>Base Note<br />
</b>These notes are the final part and the most long lasting components of a perfume blend. <br />
They are the fixative ingredients in a fragrance that provide tenacity and keep the top and middle notes from fading too quickly.<br />
When <a href="http://www.scent2riches.com/" title="making perfumes"><b>making perfumes </b></a>it’s important to get this part right because these notes can easily dominate the overall fragrance of the blend. <br />
In a perfume, the base note appear after the evaporation of the top note, it shows itself through the veil of the middle note. Emerging slowly from the heart note, it reveals its full character in the final phase or dry down of the perfume. <br />
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<b>What are Perfume Accords?<br />
</b>These are the combinations of aromatic notes that form the basic structure in perfumes.<br />
Different aromas are blended together to form totally new scents that make up the formula or structure of a perfume.<br />
Think of a perfume accord in comparable terms to different herbs used in cooking. When the herbs are added to other random ingredients, different recipes, flavours and smells are created. <br />
In the composition process of creating perfumes, different scenting additives like aroma chemicals, fragrance oils and essential oils might be used in different combinations to create new odors. <br />
This process of combining perfume accords is the building block of a fragrance.<br />
<a href="http://www.scent2riches.com/" title="Perfume making"><b>Perfume making </b></a>is really interesting and an easy skill to learn. <br />
Making perfumes by combining different accords or fragrance notes is fascinating. You can make your own perfumes or even earn from home by selling your blends.<br />
Article Source: <a href="http://www.articlesbase.com/home-business-articles/perfume-making-fragrance-notes-and-accord-explained-1556449.html" title="Perfume Making - Fragrance Notes And Accord Explained">http://www.articlesbase.com/home-business-articles/perfume-making-fragrance-notes-and-accord-explained-1556449.html</a><br />
<b>About the Author</b><br />
Remy Baker is a successful perfume maker/entrepreneur. She is the author of Scent2Riches, a perfume making from home guide. The manual shows people how to make perfumes for next to nothing and sell their blends for big bucks, from the comfort of their homes. <br />
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<b>If you’ve found this article helpful, find out more here: <a href="http://www.scent2riches.com/">Work From Home Making Perfume </a><b></b></b><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">My friend Maria posted a really pretty picture of her that she took when she was younger. I was offically 45 in this shot. My friend Kanthi said I look like a Chinese movie star!!! Wow ! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I wish I had done some glamour shots when I was younger. Advice to friends get it done in your 30's.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<b><a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/110317/saturday-night-live-china-cold-open">G-20 Cold Open 2009</a></b><br />
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<b><a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/193066/saturday-night-live-g-20-cold-open">G-20 Cold Open 2010</a></b><br />
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