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| Three horses above the cafeteria |
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| Not sure if these are just candelabras or are used as Menorahs. Thoughts? |
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| candles in every size and color |
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| Have a seat - many chairs available! |
My blog is pretty laid back. I like to share jokes, recipes, books I've read, photos I've taken, day-to-day vignettes, and odd or fascinating items. All with a splash of humor. CURRENT HEADER PHOTO: My sister's famous cherry cookies.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Thursday's Things in a Row
Taken at our local IKEA store at a recent visit:
Things in a row will be taking a break next week. I will be on vacation. So save up you photos for the following week!
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Signs - I hate to cook!
This doesn't apply to ME, but I know a few people who can relate to this!
For more signs, visit Lesley here.
For more signs, visit Lesley here.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Thursday's Things in a Row
My sister and I visited the Illinois Holocaust Museum in Skokie, Illinois. No photos were allowed to be taken inside, but I was able to take them outside the building.
I cannot take credit for this one; it is from the internet. It is a picture of the whole museum.
This is the entrance - everything is dark. Many things in a row here - doors, windows, cement tiles. The first half of the museum is pretty dark, with small lights by the exhibits. Movie clips run constantly in small niches. Some movies are worse than an horror film - because these movies are TRUE. Watching people being shot to death and falling into ready-made graves is hard to witness, even if it is secondhand and many years ago.
There is a boxcar that was actually used to transport people to the prisoner camp. My sister and I stood inside of it and wondered how 200-300 people were crammed in there. I got goose bumps up my spine and tears in my eyes.
I stepped into one room that was dimly lit. In the center of it was a model of the Belzec concentration camp that was located in Poland. This was strictly an extermination camp. A recording of a man's voice was playing. This man was the sole Jewish survivor from this camp. He worked at the camp. He described the horrors of his job, how the people didn't know what was going to happen when they entered the large dark room the was the gas chamber. I wanted to leave; I didn't want to hear anymore. But I owed it to all the thousands and thousands of Jews who were killed there at Belzec to listen to their horrible death. We need to know what happened to them. We cannot forget.
Outside and along the side of the building was posted this sign:
Here is the fountain.
Along the back are the names of people who helped to rescue some of the Jews.
some more names:
Across from the fountain are all these benches in a row; each with a small plaque with the name of the person(s) who the bench is dedicated by or to.
I know this is not a usual subject for things in a row; however it was such an interesting and important museum I felt the need to write about it. Also I couldn't pass up the photo op for things in a row!
I hope you found happier things to photograph this week!
I cannot take credit for this one; it is from the internet. It is a picture of the whole museum.
There is a boxcar that was actually used to transport people to the prisoner camp. My sister and I stood inside of it and wondered how 200-300 people were crammed in there. I got goose bumps up my spine and tears in my eyes.
I stepped into one room that was dimly lit. In the center of it was a model of the Belzec concentration camp that was located in Poland. This was strictly an extermination camp. A recording of a man's voice was playing. This man was the sole Jewish survivor from this camp. He worked at the camp. He described the horrors of his job, how the people didn't know what was going to happen when they entered the large dark room the was the gas chamber. I wanted to leave; I didn't want to hear anymore. But I owed it to all the thousands and thousands of Jews who were killed there at Belzec to listen to their horrible death. We need to know what happened to them. We cannot forget.
Outside and along the side of the building was posted this sign:
Here is the fountain.
Along the back are the names of people who helped to rescue some of the Jews.
some more names:
Across from the fountain are all these benches in a row; each with a small plaque with the name of the person(s) who the bench is dedicated by or to.
I know this is not a usual subject for things in a row; however it was such an interesting and important museum I felt the need to write about it. Also I couldn't pass up the photo op for things in a row!
I hope you found happier things to photograph this week!
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Sunday, July 22, 2012
To see or not to see....
This is the question.
I bought four of these glass coffee mugs not too long ago. I just love them! They have faceted sides, a glass handle, and are pretty to look at.
My husband refuses to drink out of them.
Do you want to know why?
He hates to "see" his coffee.
I know, crazy, right?
Or, maybe not.
Would it bother you to see your coffee (or tea in my case)?
My husband IS quirky about his coffee, though. All that paraphernalia you see in the background is what he uses to make EACH cup of coffee.
Every morning.
So speak out people.
Am I married to an oddball or is this common to not want to "see" your coffee?
I bought four of these glass coffee mugs not too long ago. I just love them! They have faceted sides, a glass handle, and are pretty to look at.
My husband refuses to drink out of them.
Do you want to know why?
He hates to "see" his coffee.
I know, crazy, right?
Or, maybe not.
Would it bother you to see your coffee (or tea in my case)?
My husband IS quirky about his coffee, though. All that paraphernalia you see in the background is what he uses to make EACH cup of coffee.
Every morning.
So speak out people.
Am I married to an oddball or is this common to not want to "see" your coffee?
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Thursday's Things in a Row
Today we are visiting a little park just 2 miles straight down the road from me. It's called Volkening Lake. It offers both a walking and bicycle trail, has a picnic shelter, a garden area, and best of all, a large lake that you can take out rented paddleboats or canoes.
If the weather was more agreeable, (read - not so freakin' hot), I wouldn't mind sitting on one of these benches and smell the wonderful fragrances of the nearby flowers, or gaze at the lake.
The bricks are piled nicely in a row, with larger ones on top to make excellent seats.
The retaining wall along the lake has grooves that go in and out all around the edge. I like the reflection of the trees. You can see how dry the grass looks from lack of rain.
The life jackets are at the ready
in case anyone wants to indulge in
or this:
But before they do any of those things, they have to be sure that they park their bikes here.
Have you ventured out in this heat to get any photos of things in a row?
If the weather was more agreeable, (read - not so freakin' hot), I wouldn't mind sitting on one of these benches and smell the wonderful fragrances of the nearby flowers, or gaze at the lake.
The bricks are piled nicely in a row, with larger ones on top to make excellent seats.
The retaining wall along the lake has grooves that go in and out all around the edge. I like the reflection of the trees. You can see how dry the grass looks from lack of rain.
The life jackets are at the ready
in case anyone wants to indulge in
or this:
But before they do any of those things, they have to be sure that they park their bikes here.
Have you ventured out in this heat to get any photos of things in a row?
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Bug-a-BOO!
Listen. I keep a pretty clean house. With just Jim and me living here, it's fairly easy.
But somehow the bugs keep getting in.
And I'M the one who keeps finding them.
Why me?
Me - who gets butterflies in my stomach just thinking about a spider, or earwig or such. And the fact that I have to actually crush them in a napkin and feel the crunch of their body between my fingers?
VOMIT!
You may ask, "Why not have Jim kill the bugs?"
Good question.
Most of the time, Jim is in his "MAN CAVE" (second bedroom), with the TV blasting so loud that he couldn't hear if a fire truck crashed into our building with it's siren screaming, let alone me yelling, "BUG! BUG!"
And you know by the time I went to get Jim, the darn bug would have moved.
And that would not be good.
No good at all.
Because it would haunt me for the rest of the day.
Where is that bug?
I'd feel it crawling on my arms.
Or my scalp.
I'd crawl in bed at night and think it would get me during my sleep.
I know.
I need help.
So you see, I have no choice.
I must be the KILLER OF BUGS.
Unfortunately I've been wearing this title just about every day.
It doesn't matter that we haven't had rain. One woman in our building takes care of the front lawn. She waters it constantly and at all hours of the night. I can't tell you how many times I have been awakened by the "squeak, squeak, squeak" of the water being turned off - at 2:00 am! The outside water spigot is right by our bedroom window. Anyway, I believe with all this watering that she is driving the insects inside - right inside my bedroom! Almost every night I'd look along the baseboards and sure enough, I'd find an earwig.
These are one of the ugliest bugs! Just looking at this photo gives me the heebe-jeebies! I know they don't bite, but they are scary looking.
Earwigs like dampness. I've found one in my shower. How could it even get it there?
My cousin told us this story of how he got up one morning, washed his face, and started brushing his teeth. He felt something in his mouth, and pulled out an earwig! He said, "Now I don't think the earwig crawled in my mouth when I was sleeping!"
I cringe when I think of his story.
Last night I was getting ready for bed. Washed my face. Got my toothpaste out. Set it on the sink. When I lifted it up, an earwig crawled away! I screamed!
Seriously? Thank GOD it didn't crawl to my toothbrush and get into my mouth.
The other night I was sitting in my living room with my head leaned back on my chair. I was talking to my daughter on the phone while gazing at the ceiling fan. I noticed a spot on the ceiling while the blades were going around. One part of my brain was listening to my daughter, while the other part was trying to determine if that was a bug up there. All of a sudden that spot began to move. I zeroed in on it, still keeping up the conversation, when all of a sudden the bug was gone!
I yelled, "Oh no!"
The bug must have lost it's grip on the ceiling, fell on a blade of the fan, and got whipped around the room. At least that's what I hoped happened. Otherwise it's crawling somewhere close to me.
And that can't be good.
But somehow the bugs keep getting in.
And I'M the one who keeps finding them.
Why me?
Me - who gets butterflies in my stomach just thinking about a spider, or earwig or such. And the fact that I have to actually crush them in a napkin and feel the crunch of their body between my fingers?
VOMIT!
You may ask, "Why not have Jim kill the bugs?"
Good question.
Most of the time, Jim is in his "MAN CAVE" (second bedroom), with the TV blasting so loud that he couldn't hear if a fire truck crashed into our building with it's siren screaming, let alone me yelling, "BUG! BUG!"
And you know by the time I went to get Jim, the darn bug would have moved.
And that would not be good.
No good at all.
Because it would haunt me for the rest of the day.
Where is that bug?
I'd feel it crawling on my arms.
Or my scalp.
I'd crawl in bed at night and think it would get me during my sleep.
I know.
I need help.
So you see, I have no choice.
I must be the KILLER OF BUGS.
Unfortunately I've been wearing this title just about every day.
It doesn't matter that we haven't had rain. One woman in our building takes care of the front lawn. She waters it constantly and at all hours of the night. I can't tell you how many times I have been awakened by the "squeak, squeak, squeak" of the water being turned off - at 2:00 am! The outside water spigot is right by our bedroom window. Anyway, I believe with all this watering that she is driving the insects inside - right inside my bedroom! Almost every night I'd look along the baseboards and sure enough, I'd find an earwig.
These are one of the ugliest bugs! Just looking at this photo gives me the heebe-jeebies! I know they don't bite, but they are scary looking.
Earwigs like dampness. I've found one in my shower. How could it even get it there?
My cousin told us this story of how he got up one morning, washed his face, and started brushing his teeth. He felt something in his mouth, and pulled out an earwig! He said, "Now I don't think the earwig crawled in my mouth when I was sleeping!"
I cringe when I think of his story.
Last night I was getting ready for bed. Washed my face. Got my toothpaste out. Set it on the sink. When I lifted it up, an earwig crawled away! I screamed!
Seriously? Thank GOD it didn't crawl to my toothbrush and get into my mouth.
The other night I was sitting in my living room with my head leaned back on my chair. I was talking to my daughter on the phone while gazing at the ceiling fan. I noticed a spot on the ceiling while the blades were going around. One part of my brain was listening to my daughter, while the other part was trying to determine if that was a bug up there. All of a sudden that spot began to move. I zeroed in on it, still keeping up the conversation, when all of a sudden the bug was gone!
I yelled, "Oh no!"
The bug must have lost it's grip on the ceiling, fell on a blade of the fan, and got whipped around the room. At least that's what I hoped happened. Otherwise it's crawling somewhere close to me.
And that can't be good.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Your lesson for today
A person who has stopped growing at both ends
and is now growing in the middle.
CHICKENS:
The only animals you eat before they are born and after they are dead.
COMMITTEE:
A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.
DUST:
Mud with the juice squeezed out.
EGOTIST:
Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.
HANDKERCHIEF:
Cold Storage.
INFLATION:
Cutting money in half without damaging the paper.
MOSQUITO:
An insect that makes you like flies better.RAISIN:
A grape with a sunburn.
SECRET:
Something you tell to one person at a time.
TOOTHACHE:
The pain that drives you to extraction.
TOMORROW:
One of the greatest labor saving devices of today.
YAWN:
An honest opinion openly expressed.
And MY Personal Favorite!
WRINKLES:
Something other people have,
Similar to my character lines.
I received this in an email and just had to share it with all of you!
You're welcome!
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Thursday's Things in a Row
This weeks things in a row are from my sister, Linda's beautiful yard. Her kids threw a surprise 60th birthday party for her last Sunday. My twin sister, Pam, and I arrived early to help set up. It gave me a chance to snap some photos of lovely things in a row. Enjoy.
Here are some of the tables with umbrellas lined up down the driveway.
This is looking out through the gate down the driveway the other way. See the pretty colored lights and the fence slats in a row?
Linda has lots and lots of decorations in her yard. Like this awesome candelabra!
Or these pretty colored jars that hold tea lights and then she hangs from the tree branches.
How about a nice swing?
And finally, she has the beautiful old window that has flowers painted on it. She placed it on top of old bricks piled neatly to make a square.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of what is in my sister's yard. She also has a pond that is 18' x 33'. But I was only taking photos of things in a row. Hope you enjoyed the photos!
Did you find anything good this week?
Here are some of the tables with umbrellas lined up down the driveway.
This is looking out through the gate down the driveway the other way. See the pretty colored lights and the fence slats in a row?
Linda has lots and lots of decorations in her yard. Like this awesome candelabra!
Or these pretty colored jars that hold tea lights and then she hangs from the tree branches.
How about a nice swing?
And finally, she has the beautiful old window that has flowers painted on it. She placed it on top of old bricks piled neatly to make a square.
This is just the tip of the iceberg of what is in my sister's yard. She also has a pond that is 18' x 33'. But I was only taking photos of things in a row. Hope you enjoyed the photos!
Did you find anything good this week?
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