CONGRATULATIONS Scott and Jessica!!!!
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Sunday, January 06, 2008
Happy 7th!!! ; )
Today is the 7th Anniversary of my son and daughter-in-law, Scott and Jessica, getting married. January 6, 2001 was the happy day. For those that do not know, they also live in Robinson with their son Jace who is 5 years old.
CONGRATULATIONS Scott and Jessica!!!!
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CONGRATULATIONS Scott and Jessica!!!!
© 2008 Barry T Horst
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Seed Catalogues Are Beginning To Arrive
I have been getting the new seed catalogues over the past several days. Just before the new year I received my catalogue from Baker Creek. They deal in rare and heirloom seeds. they have a lot of fine products and many seeds that I would never have the time to grow. I would sure like to though. Wouldn't be grand to grow long red beans that are up to 18 inches long. You can if you grow the Chinese Red Noodle Bean. They also carry some great tomatoes. If I counted correctly they carry 109 varieties of tomatoes which include green, orange, pink, purple, white, yellow, and striped. Oh, they also carry 66 varieties of red tomatoes. Take a look at them on-line. they have a wonderful selection of heirloom vegetables, fruits, and flowers.
On January 2nd I received the Burpee and the Jung Seed catalogues. I spent a good deal of time looking through them and trying to decide what to put in the garden for this upcoming spring. I still like marigolds, zinnias, gazanias, chrysanthemums, and snapdragons. Both catalogues have many fine flowers this year. I might try the Showtime Dahlia or the Fireball Marigold from Burpee. A new product from Jung that caught my eye was the selection of new Echinaceas or Coneflower, like the Green Envy and the Coconut Lime. Both companies are great. I have done business with them in the past and will do so in the future also.
Yesterday I got a catalogue from Stark Brothers. Going through it I discovered two apple trees that I would love to get. They are the Cinnamon Spice Apple and the Chenengo Strawberry Apple. Imagine an apple that already has the cinnamon flavor in it and an apple that tastes like strawberries. Chris said I should just buy some strawberries. The wonderful thing about these two trees is that each one will pollinate the other. Great! I don't know yet if I will get the trees since it will cost more than $50 to buy and get them shipped here. Oh well, I can dream.
Yesterday afternoon Chris and I took Jace down into the back field in the truck. We were looking for an old horse trough that was there. I found it and loaded it into the truck. I took it up to the house to use. NO, we don't have horses at the house and we are definitely not going to use it as a bathtub. I plan on using it as a raised garden in the front for some of my flowers. As I develop this and get it growing I will post some pictures for you to see.
Visit some of the links for the nurseries above. I am sure they will appreciate your visiting and taking a little look see.
School starts tomorrow. I will be getting back to my early schedule. I will see you then.
© 2008 Barry T Horst
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Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
On January 2nd I received the Burpee and the Jung Seed catalogues. I spent a good deal of time looking through them and trying to decide what to put in the garden for this upcoming spring. I still like marigolds, zinnias, gazanias, chrysanthemums, and snapdragons. Both catalogues have many fine flowers this year. I might try the Showtime Dahlia or the Fireball Marigold from Burpee. A new product from Jung that caught my eye was the selection of new Echinaceas or Coneflower, like the Green Envy and the Coconut Lime. Both companies are great. I have done business with them in the past and will do so in the future also.
Yesterday I got a catalogue from Stark Brothers. Going through it I discovered two apple trees that I would love to get. They are the Cinnamon Spice Apple and the Chenengo Strawberry Apple. Imagine an apple that already has the cinnamon flavor in it and an apple that tastes like strawberries. Chris said I should just buy some strawberries. The wonderful thing about these two trees is that each one will pollinate the other. Great! I don't know yet if I will get the trees since it will cost more than $50 to buy and get them shipped here. Oh well, I can dream.
Yesterday afternoon Chris and I took Jace down into the back field in the truck. We were looking for an old horse trough that was there. I found it and loaded it into the truck. I took it up to the house to use. NO, we don't have horses at the house and we are definitely not going to use it as a bathtub. I plan on using it as a raised garden in the front for some of my flowers. As I develop this and get it growing I will post some pictures for you to see.
Visit some of the links for the nurseries above. I am sure they will appreciate your visiting and taking a little look see.
School starts tomorrow. I will be getting back to my early schedule. I will see you then.
© 2008 Barry T Horst
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Saturday, January 05, 2008
OC Does Not Mean Orange County
Sorry for the late post. Had to take Chris for lab work this morning.
Chris has been concerned about her blood pressure lately. She made an appointment with the doctor for yesterday. While waiting in the examining room with her I looked at the magazines . I complained about the selection of magazines being lousy. Later I thought, "Why am I looking at these? Sick people have looked at these and picked them up and coughed and held them and sneezed and flipped through them. YUCK!!" I didn't pick up the magazines and look at them any more. I didn't complain about them either. I just sat and waited with Chris. Finally the doctor came in. He began to ask Chris why she was there. After relating her concerns about the blood pressure the doctor jots down some notes. He begins to take her vital signs and asks about family history. Among other things Chris said, "My grandfather sort of died from heart problems." I snickered and asked, "How do you sort of die?" I don't think the doctor said anything.
Continuing the examination the doctor began to look at Chris' hands. He asked why they were so dry. Chris explained that she washes them a lot. He began to to talk about the effect that soaps can have on skin and THEN, he asks Chris about obsessive-compulsive disorder. Chris and I look at each other. I giggle quietly to myself and think, "Gee doc, I hope you don't ask me about it. I'd hate to tell you some of the things I do!"
The doctor set up some other tests for Chris. One was a fasting blood test. That is what we went for this morning. While waiting in the lab area I overheard the lab tech talking with another patient. They were talking about birthdays and anniversaries. The lab tech said, "I remember my anniversary because it is on the same day as the birthday of my first girlfriend. That makes it easy to remember." OK! The other people in the waiting area heard this and we all looked at each other with puzzled looks. I just hope his first girlfriend is the wife he has now. I then looked at Chris and told her that I remember our anniversary because it is our anniversary.
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Chris has been concerned about her blood pressure lately. She made an appointment with the doctor for yesterday. While waiting in the examining room with her I looked at the magazines . I complained about the selection of magazines being lousy. Later I thought, "Why am I looking at these? Sick people have looked at these and picked them up and coughed and held them and sneezed and flipped through them. YUCK!!" I didn't pick up the magazines and look at them any more. I didn't complain about them either. I just sat and waited with Chris. Finally the doctor came in. He began to ask Chris why she was there. After relating her concerns about the blood pressure the doctor jots down some notes. He begins to take her vital signs and asks about family history. Among other things Chris said, "My grandfather sort of died from heart problems." I snickered and asked, "How do you sort of die?" I don't think the doctor said anything.
Continuing the examination the doctor began to look at Chris' hands. He asked why they were so dry. Chris explained that she washes them a lot. He began to to talk about the effect that soaps can have on skin and THEN, he asks Chris about obsessive-compulsive disorder. Chris and I look at each other. I giggle quietly to myself and think, "Gee doc, I hope you don't ask me about it. I'd hate to tell you some of the things I do!"
The doctor set up some other tests for Chris. One was a fasting blood test. That is what we went for this morning. While waiting in the lab area I overheard the lab tech talking with another patient. They were talking about birthdays and anniversaries. The lab tech said, "I remember my anniversary because it is on the same day as the birthday of my first girlfriend. That makes it easy to remember." OK! The other people in the waiting area heard this and we all looked at each other with puzzled looks. I just hope his first girlfriend is the wife he has now. I then looked at Chris and told her that I remember our anniversary because it is our anniversary.
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Friday, January 04, 2008
At Least I Thought It Was Interesting
I was flipping through a book earlier today. I always find it interesting for a quick glance. The book is "The Dictionary of Problem Words and Expressions" by Harry Shaw. It was published by McGraw-Hill with a copyright of 1975 and 1987. There seems to be many of these books available on Amazon for real cheap.
Any way, I was reading about several words that happened to catch my eye. The words were: Flammable and Inflammable, Ravel and Unravel, and finally Discreet and Discrete. This is what Mr. Shaw has to say about each set of words:
flammable, inflammable. These words mean the same thing and are interchangeable. They are not contrasted, as are, for example, capable and incapable, mature and immature. Although both words are correct, flammable is more often used by scientists and in technical pursuits, whereas inflammable is more common outside manufacturing contexts. In referring to someone's temperament or behavior, inflammable seems more appropriate than flammable (his inflammable disposition). Possibly some day everyone will settle on flammable.
ravel, unravel. Usually the prefix un- changes the meaning of a word to the opposite. But ravel and unravel mean "to unwind," "to take to pieces," "to disentangle." Thus the words are interchangeable except when unravel is used in the sense of solving a problem or mystery.
And finally,
discreet, discrete. These words, pronounced alike, have entirely different meanings. To be discreet is to be prudent, cautious, careful, trustworthy, circumspect: "Never one to talk much, she kept a discreet silence." "The late President Truman often referred to George Marshall as a discreet official." Discrete means "separate," "distinct," "apart," "detached": "This question consists of six discrete parts." "Manufacturing, advertising, selling, and collecting payment are discrete divisions of his business."
Well, I thought it was interesting reading.
© 2008 Barry T Horst
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Any way, I was reading about several words that happened to catch my eye. The words were: Flammable and Inflammable, Ravel and Unravel, and finally Discreet and Discrete. This is what Mr. Shaw has to say about each set of words:
flammable, inflammable. These words mean the same thing and are interchangeable. They are not contrasted, as are, for example, capable and incapable, mature and immature. Although both words are correct, flammable is more often used by scientists and in technical pursuits, whereas inflammable is more common outside manufacturing contexts. In referring to someone's temperament or behavior, inflammable seems more appropriate than flammable (his inflammable disposition). Possibly some day everyone will settle on flammable.
ravel, unravel. Usually the prefix un- changes the meaning of a word to the opposite. But ravel and unravel mean "to unwind," "to take to pieces," "to disentangle." Thus the words are interchangeable except when unravel is used in the sense of solving a problem or mystery.
And finally,
discreet, discrete. These words, pronounced alike, have entirely different meanings. To be discreet is to be prudent, cautious, careful, trustworthy, circumspect: "Never one to talk much, she kept a discreet silence." "The late President Truman often referred to George Marshall as a discreet official." Discrete means "separate," "distinct," "apart," "detached": "This question consists of six discrete parts." "Manufacturing, advertising, selling, and collecting payment are discrete divisions of his business."
Well, I thought it was interesting reading.
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My Day Yesterday, Your Reading Today
I had to take my daughter Julie down to the offices of the Dwyer Group to fill out some papers for her new job yesterday morning. I waited in the reception area as she went to an office in the back. The offices are relatively new and quite nice. I was content to sit on the leather couch and look at magazines. The leather couch was not content with me sitting. As I sat, my body would slowly slide out from under me until I was kind of sprawled in the couch. The leather was very smooth. I would reposition myself and sit up. And then it would begin all over again; slip, slide, sprawl.
After several minutes my phone rang. It's Julie! She wants to know about the W-4 form. I help her over the phone and then hang up. Several minutes after this the phone rings again. It is Julie again. I say, "Hello!" Julie says, "I need my Social Security Card. Mom said it's at home!" I say. "Okay! I'll go get it." I have to drive home get her card and bring it back for her. When I get back I hand it to the receptionist who takes it back to Julie. I go back to the couch. I sit. I slide. I slip. I slunk. I sprawl. I don't get up this time. I just wait for Julie to finish. Some time later Julie emerges and said she is finished. We walk out to the truck and leave.
In the truck Julie said she was hungry. By now it was close to Noon. She wanted to go to Taco Bueno. I told her no, I'm not hungry and besides, I wanted to go to the computer store. After getting her food at Taco Bueno, I drove down the highway to Altex. I was looking at hard drives, wireless speakers, and keyboards. Along the way someone cut in front of me and when I hit the brakes Julie's drink went flying to the floor. I told her later that I hoped the police didn't stop me since I now had Coke on the floor. She had to clean it up. She wasn't happy.
Jace was at the house yesterday when I got home. Jace is still out for Christmas vacation and both parents, Scott & Jessica, had to work. So, Chris and I got to babysit. Actually it wasn't babysitting, it was more like young child sitting. Jace decided to practice cutting with scissors yesterday. He sat at my desk and cut and cut and cut. When he finished he was proud that he cleaned up all the paper that he cut. I was proud that he cleaned up all the paper that he cut. Then he decided to make a mouse trap. It consisted of strips of paper and a lot of tape. I'm not sure how it was going to catch mice but it hung on the side of my desk waiting to snare any unwary mouse that might wander along by my desk. Later we got the magnetic toy out for him to play with. While he played I prepared for a visit to the HEB to buy some groceries. Jace was happy to play at the house.
As I was getting my list and other things together Chris asked me to take Jace. that way he could see his mom, she works at HEB. Before we go Jace had to go to the restroom. This is important to remember for later.
Conversation time:
Jace: "Grandpa I'm tired!"
Grandpa: "Jace you're fine. If you stayed home you would be watching cartoons and jumping up and down acting silly!.
Jace: "But Grandpa, I'm tired."
Grandpa: "That's fine. Just lay your head down and rest."
Jace angrily: "I can't rest!" Then mumbling several times: "I can't rest!"
Grandpa: ""Fine. Don't rest!"
A few moments later all I hear is snoring. He went to sleep. I guess he was tired.
At the store Jace awakens and we get out and get a basket. In the store we want in line to see his mother. Jace announces that he is hungry. Afterwards, we go to the deli and get some potato wedges. After the potato wedges we begin our shopping. Barely out of the produce and Jace decides that he is thirsty. We have to go across the store to the water fountain. Thirst quenched we head back to continue shopping. As soon as we get started Jace announces that he is thirsty again. Nope! We continue shopping. He was a great help while I shopped. he made sure I did not lose the basket or get lost. If I walked more than 5 feet away he started to call me and ask where I was going. He also made sure that the items I put in the basket stayed where I put them. Towards the end of our trip Jace said he needed to go to the restroom. Yep! He did that at home before we left. I took him. Finally we got to check out and went home; after we stopped at the Buddy Bucks machine so Jace could spend his Buddy Bucks.
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After several minutes my phone rang. It's Julie! She wants to know about the W-4 form. I help her over the phone and then hang up. Several minutes after this the phone rings again. It is Julie again. I say, "Hello!" Julie says, "I need my Social Security Card. Mom said it's at home!" I say. "Okay! I'll go get it." I have to drive home get her card and bring it back for her. When I get back I hand it to the receptionist who takes it back to Julie. I go back to the couch. I sit. I slide. I slip. I slunk. I sprawl. I don't get up this time. I just wait for Julie to finish. Some time later Julie emerges and said she is finished. We walk out to the truck and leave.
In the truck Julie said she was hungry. By now it was close to Noon. She wanted to go to Taco Bueno. I told her no, I'm not hungry and besides, I wanted to go to the computer store. After getting her food at Taco Bueno, I drove down the highway to Altex. I was looking at hard drives, wireless speakers, and keyboards. Along the way someone cut in front of me and when I hit the brakes Julie's drink went flying to the floor. I told her later that I hoped the police didn't stop me since I now had Coke on the floor. She had to clean it up. She wasn't happy.
Jace was at the house yesterday when I got home. Jace is still out for Christmas vacation and both parents, Scott & Jessica, had to work. So, Chris and I got to babysit. Actually it wasn't babysitting, it was more like young child sitting. Jace decided to practice cutting with scissors yesterday. He sat at my desk and cut and cut and cut. When he finished he was proud that he cleaned up all the paper that he cut. I was proud that he cleaned up all the paper that he cut. Then he decided to make a mouse trap. It consisted of strips of paper and a lot of tape. I'm not sure how it was going to catch mice but it hung on the side of my desk waiting to snare any unwary mouse that might wander along by my desk. Later we got the magnetic toy out for him to play with. While he played I prepared for a visit to the HEB to buy some groceries. Jace was happy to play at the house.
As I was getting my list and other things together Chris asked me to take Jace. that way he could see his mom, she works at HEB. Before we go Jace had to go to the restroom. This is important to remember for later.
Conversation time:
Jace: "Grandpa I'm tired!"
Grandpa: "Jace you're fine. If you stayed home you would be watching cartoons and jumping up and down acting silly!.
Jace: "But Grandpa, I'm tired."
Grandpa: "That's fine. Just lay your head down and rest."
Jace angrily: "I can't rest!" Then mumbling several times: "I can't rest!"
Grandpa: ""Fine. Don't rest!"
A few moments later all I hear is snoring. He went to sleep. I guess he was tired.
At the store Jace awakens and we get out and get a basket. In the store we want in line to see his mother. Jace announces that he is hungry. Afterwards, we go to the deli and get some potato wedges. After the potato wedges we begin our shopping. Barely out of the produce and Jace decides that he is thirsty. We have to go across the store to the water fountain. Thirst quenched we head back to continue shopping. As soon as we get started Jace announces that he is thirsty again. Nope! We continue shopping. He was a great help while I shopped. he made sure I did not lose the basket or get lost. If I walked more than 5 feet away he started to call me and ask where I was going. He also made sure that the items I put in the basket stayed where I put them. Towards the end of our trip Jace said he needed to go to the restroom. Yep! He did that at home before we left. I took him. Finally we got to check out and went home; after we stopped at the Buddy Bucks machine so Jace could spend his Buddy Bucks.
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Thursday, January 03, 2008
Ya Crazy Galoot
Some words just sound good. For reasons unknown to me I just never get tired of hearing the word "GALOOT". It's even fun to say it.
Upon doing a search of "GALOOT" I stumbled across the Online Etymology Dictionary. Typing galoot into the search box returned the following information:
galoot
"awkward or boorish man," 1812, nautical, "raw recruit, green hand," originally a sailor's contemptuous word for soldiers or marines, of uncertain origin. "Dictionary of American Slang" proposes galut, Sierra Leone creole form of Spanish galeoto "galley slave." Perhaps rather Dutch slang kloot "testicle," klootzaak "scrotum," used figuratively as an insult.
Interesting! And to think Yosemite Sam used the word all the time. If you want to hear Yosemite click on button 4 - Crazy Galoot from SoundBoard
Louis B. Mayer used the word "galoot" when referring to Spencer Tracy in the following quote, "What do we need another galoot for? We've already got Wallace Beery" -- Louis B. Mayer, upon finding out that Irving Thalberg had hired Tracy to join MGM. (Quote comes from the IMDb entry for Spencer Tracy.)
Why I even learned that Carl Sandburg and Sinclair Lewis used "galoot" in their works. Bartleby. com had 4 references that I found.
Wow! I never realized that Yosemite Sam was so well read!
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Upon doing a search of "GALOOT" I stumbled across the Online Etymology Dictionary. Typing galoot into the search box returned the following information:
galoot
"awkward or boorish man," 1812, nautical, "raw recruit, green hand," originally a sailor's contemptuous word for soldiers or marines, of uncertain origin. "Dictionary of American Slang" proposes galut, Sierra Leone creole form of Spanish galeoto "galley slave." Perhaps rather Dutch slang kloot "testicle," klootzaak "scrotum," used figuratively as an insult.
Interesting! And to think Yosemite Sam used the word all the time. If you want to hear Yosemite click on button 4 - Crazy Galoot from SoundBoard
Louis B. Mayer used the word "galoot" when referring to Spencer Tracy in the following quote, "What do we need another galoot for? We've already got Wallace Beery" -- Louis B. Mayer, upon finding out that Irving Thalberg had hired Tracy to join MGM. (Quote comes from the IMDb entry for Spencer Tracy.)
Why I even learned that Carl Sandburg and Sinclair Lewis used "galoot" in their works. Bartleby. com had 4 references that I found.
Wow! I never realized that Yosemite Sam was so well read!
© 2008 Barry T Horst
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