Product Review: True Lime, Lemon, & Orange

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In a word: EXCELLENT!

I like flavor in my water occasionally, but not sweetness. These have no sweetener whatsoever. They are good, solid, thirst-quenching flavors. They taste just like you squeezed a piece of fruit into your water.

The first time I tried one, I put it in a 20-ounce bottle of water. Way too water-y. But they do well in the smaller bottles that are around 16 ounces.

LightPlay

While visiting Minnesota, the four cousins got to spend some quality time together. When they were all very small, they were together a lot and my sister and I in general raised them together to be like siblings. The kids miss each other now that we are gone.

My sister bought a trampoline for their back yard and my kids took advantage of our "your house, your rules" theory and jumped on it as much as possible. We do not allow them to jump on tramps here.
My brother-in-law gave them light sticks one night and we played with slow shutter speeds.

Of course I could not resist doing some micro-managing. (They are used to this and played along nicely.) Here they are spelling out a word. Hey. It was the only 4-letter word that came to my mind!

State Slogans

Alabama: At Least We're not Mississippi

Alaska: 11,623 Eskimos Can't be Wrong!

Arizona: Dehyd-rific!

Arkansas: Litterasy Ain't Everthang

California: As Seen on TV

Colorado: If You Don't Ski, Don't Bother

Connecticut: Like Massachusetts, Only Dirtier and With Less Character

Delaware: Wow..... you're in Delaware

Florida: Ask Us About Our Grandkids

Georgia: We Put the "Fun" in Fundamentalist Extremism

Hawaii: Haka Tiki Mou Sha'ami Leeki Toru (Death to Mainland Scum, But Leave Your Money)

Idaho: More Than Just Potatoes... Well Okay, We're Not, But The Potatoes Are Real Good

Illinois: Gateway to Iowa

Indiana: 50 Million Years Tidal Wave Free

Iowa: Land of James T. Kirk

Kansas: First Of The Rectangle States

Kentucky: Five Million People; Fifteen Last Names

Louisiana: We're Not All Drunk Cajun Wackos, But That's Our Tourism Slogan

Maine: Cheap Lobster

Maryland: A Thinking Man's Delaware

Massachusetts: Our Taxes Are Lower Than Sweden's (For Most Tax Brackets)

Michigan: First Line of Defense From the Canadians

Minnesota: For Sale

Mississippi: Come Feel Better About Your Own State

Missouri: Your Federal Flood Relief Tax Dollars At Work

Montana: Land of the Big Sky, the Unabomer, and Very Little Else

Nebraska: Ask About Our State Motto Contest

Nevada: Whores and Poker!

New Hampshire: Go Away and Leave Us Alone

New Jersey: You Want a F$%&in' Motto? I Got Yer F$%&in' Motto Right Here!

New Mexico: Lizards Make Excellent Pets

New York: You Have the Right to Remain Silent, You Have the Right to an Attorney

North Carolina: Tobacco is a Vegetable

North Dakota: Um... We've got... Um... Dinosaur Bones? Yeah, Dinosaur Bones!!

Ohio: Don't Judge Us by Cleveland

Oklahoma: Like the Play, Only No Singing

Oregon: Spotted Owl, It's What's For Dinner

Pennsylvania: Cook With Coal

Rhode Island: We're Not REALLY An Island

South Carolina: Remember the Civil War? We Didn't Actually Surrender

South Dakota: Closer Than North Dakota

Tennessee: The Educashun State

Texas: A Great, Big Flat State

Utah: Our Jesus Is Better Than Your Jesus

Vermont: Yep

Virginia: Who Says Government Stiffs and Slackjaw Yokels Don't Mix?

Washington: Help! We're Overrun By Nerds and Slackers!

Washington, D.C.: Wanna Be Mayor?

West Virginia: One Big Happy Family -- Really!

Wisconsin: Come Cut Our Cheese

Wyoming: Wynot?

Thanks to: http://monster-island.org/tinashumor/humor/stateslogans.htm

Strangers. And yet...not

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Last week my husband and I went to the the Old Mill City district in our hometown of Minnepolis to see the collapsed 35W bridge. We walked across the Stone Arch Bridge, where we could see St. Anthony Falls on one side, and the 3rd street bridge on the other. There were many people on the bridge that day, one week after the catastrophe.
There were a few memorials, but not many. Really, only about five mementos that I can recall. A couple of signs and some small flower bouquets.
I told my friend Julie that I thought it was fitting that this bridge is NOT just heaped high with flowers and posters...that it is not surprising that the outpouring of grief and concern is muted. This is a region full of folks of Scandinavian heritage. A reserved demeanor is common here.
I took this photo of these people looking at a memorial poster. I like the range of emotions we see here.

Product Review: R.W. Garcia Spicy Soy & Flaxseed Tortilla Chips

These? Were not bad. At first I thought they seemed a little bland. Not spicy enough, not salty enough. But kept eating them over the course of a week (I don't eat many chips in one sitting...I CAN eat just one Lay's potato chip...),they kind of grew on me. I still don't think I'd call them spicy.

The flaxseeds do get lodged in your teeth, though.

Tree of Thorns

I have no idea what this tree is. It's on the property of a commercial bakery in Indianapolis. I ran across it when I went over there to sit at a picnic table to talk on the phone. The thorns are very very sharp.

I picked off an interesting bit of the thorns that was just resting there...it had broken off, but not fallen to the ground. I have it hanging from my rearview mirror right now, but need to get it off there. I'll have it sitting on my desk.

When we got home Sunday night, we unloaded the car and got everything put away in just a few minutes. I sat down to go through the mail and when I glanced out into the family room, Mensa Boy and Taylor were watching "Who Wants to Be a Superhero."
When the show was over, they both sighed in satisfaction.

"It's good to be watching quality TV," Mensa Boy said.

Out The Outhouse Window

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HERE!

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Well, we are here. Back from "Up Nort." Glad to be home. Maybe. It's stinkin' hot here. And our lawn is burned up. But the jalapenos I hung up to dry in the kitchen and the garage didn't mold, and the house is cooling down nicely after being left at 90 degrees. I've reconnected with a couple of my friends and all is right with the world.

Tomorrow? Massage and then some serious writing.

And the blog entries will come between the paying work. In the meantime, here is my photo of the day, unedited. Brother Lis testing to see how fast I can do the manual focus lens on my camera. Obviously? Not that fast. You can't even see the little reed she is holding up. But she looks pretty darn clear, doesn't she? Of course, my camera naturally navigates toward her anyway.

Can't Talk "Family" without saying "and Food"

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Family, Food, Fun. That's basically what trips back here entail. I'm certain it's that way for everyone.

Here's my dad, pronouncing his ham a success. I'm sure I've mentioned before that my boys call bone-in picnic hams "Farmington ham." Taylor and my nephew Jake requested Farmington ham as a counterweight to my moussaka Sunday night. Fortunately for me, moussaka is only popular with 50% of the family. This leaves more for me!

We had corn on the cob and yellow tomatoes with the moussaka, which made our meal rather...yellow on the plate. (Fortunately I had not drawn the yellow fiesta plate, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see what I was eating!)

Mom made this fantastic salad with baby beets, onions, and cherry tomatoes. Balsamic vinegar was the dressing. Excellent!

Monday we found Old Dutch potato chips. Easy to do here. Not easy in South Carolina. Here is Nate modeling a box.

They aren't necessarily better than some of the ones we get at home, but it's a nostalgia thing.

And here is brother-in-law Bill making burgers for the grill Saturday night. He has a technique. Pretty much meatloaf, shaped into giant balls. Portioned out fairly, then smashed into patties. Delicious!

We also had a nice bottle of Riesling...a Piesporter Michelsberg Riesling I picked up. Can't remember the winery.

Today hopefully it's Jazzercise. Then lunch with The Cleveland Company, and tonight we go out for dinner with my siblings and their spouses. Kids? Tombstone Pizza.

Still Fits!

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Huh. Isn't that something?

Running out to have breakfast with Lis. I'll write more later. Great dinner and conversation with the family last night. I have photos of my food and some of the family.

Prison? Theatre? Antique Mall?

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I saw this in Shelbville, Indiana yesterday. I couldn't resist shooting it. Obviously you can see from the sign that it's an antique mall. But before I saw the sign I saw the top and thought, "Looks like that used to be a prison."

I can just imagine prison guards in uniform with guns patroling inmates behind. But of course there is no courtyard behind. It's just a big brick building.

As I was standing on the street shooting, I asked an older gentleman about the building. He said it used to be a theatre. For decades it was a theatre.

Shelbyville is kind of a picturesque little town. It's right outside Indianapolis to the east. They have a central town square that is a parking lot and a traffic circle goes around it. The circle is lined with pretty buildings. Old ones.

I spent most of the day yesterday (when I wasn't taking my turn driving) listening to podcasts from a website I found, Nikonians. Wonderful conversation about photography and equipment. Digital and film. It's a great resource that I'm glad I found. I also started working through a Nikon D40 manual that was written by a guy named Ken Rockwell. So I played with my camera and remote a bit.

I also watched the movie "Big Chill." I'd forgotten what a good movie that was. I really like the scene where they show everyone unpacking their stuff. The different items they all had with them.

That's it for the day. Hitting the road here soon. Moussaka tonight at Mom's house! Hoo HOO!

In the Driver's Seat

I can't believe it's been so many days since my last posting. It's been pretty hectic here, although you'd think it would be a little calmer since NATE GOT HIS DRIVER'S LICENSE!

Yup. Wednesday morning. I took him to Lancaster and he passed the test! After some errands, we arrived home and I announced to him that I planned to stay home the rest of the day to work and he could very well take his own self to his dentist appointment.

Now, that might not seem like much, but really...our dentist is on the other side of Ballantyne. It takes a certain amount of intestinal fortitude to shoot the gauntlet that is 521 at Ballantyne. But he made it, had a reasonably good appointment (already in wisdom teeth discussion), and got back home just fine.

Nate's driving is very good, if not a little cautious. Like nervous. But I suspect he'll calm a bit. Although his buddy Ryan didn't really settle down for several months.

He wore Mensa Boy's car Wednesday and Thursday and then we traded back so we'd have Big Green for another doctor's appointment. Another $189 on that car. But if you count that and the starter motor from last month, you still are looking at fewer repairs than a car payment, so I guess that's not all bad. This time it was a window motor. Driver's side. I debated not even fixing it, but somehow it felt like a safety hazard.

You don't realize how much you use that driver's window until it doesn't go down. Here are the encounters I had in the last two weeks:

1. Paying for parking at Discovery Place
2. Drive-Up ATM
3. Sweet Tea at Bojangles--a necessity for any self-respecting southerner
4. Security gate at Sun City

These were all just annoyances, and easy to work around, but there was just a nagging thought that I might NEED that window to go down.

So. It's fixed. And now we are ready to hit the road for Minnesota this morning. I'm the only one up so far, but I'll soon remedy that.

It's two long days driving to get back. We'll stop in Indy tonight. Since Nate can help with driving now, I've brought a particularly comprehensive batch of stuff to do in the car. 3 DVDs from Blockbuster online: "Big Chill," "Gray Matters," and "Rumor Has It." I also have several hours of podcasts from a website I found the other day, Nikonians, as well as a few archived episodes of NPR's "Splendid Table." I never get to hear that in real time.

And I have a user manual for my camera with me. I plan to go through it page by page. I've been experiencing a crisis of confidence with my photography, so I plan to spend a LOT of time on it this week (WATCH OUT FAMILY!).

I also have a new music and an ebook on my mp3 player. Can't remember which book. And the first three Harry Potter books. I stopped reading them around book 4, so now that the series is complete, I plan to work my way through them all from beginning to end.

That's it! It'll be a good trip!

Oh...Mensa Boy sent Nate a Driver's license Haiku when he heard about the test results. So I sent around an email soliciting more. Here they are:

The best advice is
Keep it between the ditches
So Mom will stay sane
-Jenny Hartley


Remember coffee
As you drive to Winthrop U.
Mom must ride with you.

You must understand that I am a Math/Science person. As I write this poem, I remember why I am math/science.
-Kathy Richardson

But does Nate know that
He should wear the car rather
Than just to drive it?

(Can it be all one sentence??)

-Sarah Heins


Hey! Beware! Take care!
Nate's in the driver's seat now
Hey! Beware! Take care!

Jane Alford


Bob: Don't be scared stiff.
Our Devon is driving too.
He is scarier!


Godspeed to Nate (and you all)!

Mary McClane


The last haiku I remembering writing was in the 7th grade but here goes:
Nate and the blue Echo
Poor Bob without his wheels
Lucky Karen home alone

I think my last sentence has too many syllables.
-Cassie

Yellow stripes and white
Flashing by on roads of gray
Mark a bigger world

-Lis Trouten

Gas is on the right side
Brake pedal is on the left
Don't get them confused

Jenny Overman


A boy and a car
Drivers on the road beware!
What were you thinking?

-Julia

Extraordinary
Nate has found his new freedom
Good Luck on the Road!

-Rena Livengood

Yay, for Nate Paulson!
He is now a driving man.
Mom can stay at home.
(Can haikus have punctuation? It seemed the first line really needed it. =-)Congrats, Nate!----Amanda Knoke

Drivers: Stay Alert
Your car may be in danger
Nate is on the road
(hmm...alert is one syllable or two?)
-Jenny Overman

That is so funny
I wish I could write like this
I would be so smart

-MOM

Authorization
DMV to NEP:
You have passed the test

-DAD

Camo

Yesterday my friend Chris and I were talking about how some stores are hard to get out of. Take me to Earth Fare (a local grocery store full of organic products), and I can spend hours in there, looking at everything and reading labels. It's like a library to me.

Chris said it's hard to take her husband Kevin to Dick's Sporting Goods.

"If he gets into the camouflage, I'll never find him!"

PG-Porn

Book Description
Prepare to enter a fantasy world. A world where clothes get folded just so, delicious dinners await, and flatulence is just not that funny. Give the fairer sex what they really want beautiful PG photos of hunky men cooking, listening, asking for directions, accompanied by steamy captions: "I love a clean house!" or "As long as I have two legs to walk on, you'll never take out the trash." Now this is porn that will leave women begging for more!

About the Author
The Cambridge Women's Pornography Cooperative asked women, young, old, rich, and poor, "What really, really gets you hot?" Armed with their findings, they worked day and night to create Porn for Women. Susan Anderson is a Los Angeles-based photographer who believes the future of porn shouldn't be in the hands of men alone.

I got a kick of this. I received a round-robin email with snapshots from the book, so I googled the name on one of the photos.

Photos of Photographers

I read about this blog on one of the photo boards I surf. The blog is called "Damn Cool Pics". I haven't spent any time out there yet, but I did scroll through a pretty fun entry called "Photography and Photographers." Many of the photos have been altered to the nth degree in post production, but some of them are things I've seen happen around me.

Look at it here.

And here's my one photo of a photographer. My friend Jenny. Who always insists that I'm a better photographer than she is (bless her sucking-up heart).

Dangling Conversations: Wrong Number

Yesterday I tried to call a friend and got the wrong number.

"Hey! How you are you?"

"Good! How are you doing today?"

"Great. Whatchya up to?"

"Not much. What can I do for you?"

"Well, Is Linda there?"

"Sure! Which one?"

[chuckle] "You know, the one that vacuums up the dog hair."

"Hm. I think you might have the wrong number little lady."

I used the wrong prefix for our area. The guy owns a convenience store and produce stand. He has 2 Lindas that work for him.

"Y'all come by and see us sometime!"

In my defense? The guy did sound exactly like my buddy Don and he is always yanking my chain with some comment when I ask a question. I thought the "Sure, which one?" question was a fairly new one, but I never know for sure what he's going to say when I ask for her.

By the Side of the Road: Firewood House

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Yesterday I had the opportunity to drive two couples to Spartanburg to see a fellow in a retirement community. The drive is about two hours each way, and I enjoyed listening to the couples all talk to each other, reminiscing about old times, talking about what is happening here in our community now with old friends and grandchildren, etc.

They were indulgent of my photo-taking, and even waited while I pulled over to take a photo of this firewood house.

Cool, huh?

I'm Afraid...

Me: "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to do the dishes this afternoon."

HE: "I'm afraid of that too."

Product Review: Fage Yogurt

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I've never known before that there was such an animal as Greek yogurt. Well, of course there would be Greek yogurt, but I didn't know that it was more special than any other kind.

Until I read this month's Prevention magazine.

There are several recipes for Greek foods, such as Souvlaki, Village Salad with Feta, and Tzatziki, a yogurt and cucumber dip.

The Tzatziki calls for Greek yogurt. Never heard of it, so naturally I googled. Greek yogurt is touted as being creamier than most, and that creamy-ness is attributed to a "centuries-old process that involves straining to let the whey drain out."

Hmmm...sounds like what I do when I want to use yogurt cheese. When I have a recipe that calls for yogurt cheese, I'll buy plain yogurt, line a fine mesh sieve with cheesecloth, dump the yogurt in there, and let it drain into a bowl for a few hours (while in the fridge). The result is yogurt that is much less watery.

The author of this Prevention article says that she uses Fage Greek -style yogurt. Googling that, I found all kinds of warnings about how expensive it is, and hard to find. So I prepared to buy the regular plain stuff and strain it for my Tzatziki.

But there was Fage (pronounced "Fah-yeh") at Harris Teeter, costing about 40 cents more per container than Dannon. Sounded reasonable to me.

Here's the recipe for Tzatziki from Prevention, August 2007.

2 C Greek-style yogurt (I used whole, but it comes in 2% and nonfat too)
1 C peeled, grated cucumber, spun dry in a salad spinner
4 cloves garlic, grated
1 tsp freshly squeezed lemon juice
3/4 tsp kosher salt
1/3 tsp ground red pepper

Mix it all together and refrigerate for 1 hour. Serve with warm pita bread.

I made a batch of this for our Posse Party last night and it was virtually inhaled by every person there. (Which is good, because I'm sure all of us are exhaling garlic today.) Even the picky eaters ate this stuff. We decided it would be a good salad dressing or baked potato topping as well. I made beef kebabs with an Indian-style marinade, and the beef pieces were quite good dipped in Tzatziki.

I used fresh-pulled, non-aged garlic, so I cut back to 3 cloves. I also didn't spin the cucumber. I put it and the garlic in my mesh sieve and pressed the juice out with a paper towel.

Apparently this yogurt dip is considered to be a necessary condiment for the table in Greece, much like ketchup is to the American household.

Grand Design

I took this through the fan in my office. My sister Julia playing Spider Solitaire. I hate her. She always wins everything.

Friday we went to see "Body Worlds" at Discovery Place in Charlotte. This is an exhibition of real human bodies and body parts that have been preserved with a method called plastination. The bodies are essentially soaked in a plastic product and a vacuum is created that causes the plastic to soak all through the fibers.

That sounds really gross. And many people will not go to see this exhibit because they will be grossed-out. But there really is no way to explain to people how utterly un-intimidating this exhibit is without having them see it. That's a shame.

The exhibit is terribly expensive. It cost $50 for Nate and I to go see it. That included parking and the audio phones we rented. You really have to use the audio phones. You can see everything and understand everything by walking through and reading the signs, but the audio tour really is pretty cool. The exhibit is mostly about the bodies themselves, of course, but also about the plastination process.

About five minutes after entering the exhibit, I came upon a display case showing joints. There was a hand, shoulder, and maybe an elbow. I don't remember that third one for sure. But what struck me was the hand. The audio narrator said the joints are designed so that motion is possible in multiple directions. But what struck me was when the narrator said, "The joints are coated with cartilage to reduce friction."

That is what the phrase "fearfully and wonderfully made" really means. And that phrase, from Psalm 139:14, echoed through my head as I spent the next two hours wandering through the exhibit.

It became easy to see God as a divine engineer, making decisions about this invention, and working out "Well, if I make it able to do this, I'll have to do something about this problem that could crop up."

That was the main thing I took away from the exhibit. The other thing I thought about was, "I sure am glad that I take good care of this body." Seeing all the muscles and organs, in stages of great health and also in serious disrepair, made me realize even more the importance of fitness and health. There was a cross-section of an obese person that really struck me to the core. As I looked on to these two slices of a person, I could see how the fat was so hard on the body. How the organs were laden with the weight. It's amazing how some of those organs are able to function at all. And this particular person had a pacemaker installed.

The exhibit of the obese person made me want to help overweight people as much as I can. It's a terrible burden to bear, both physically and mentally. And our society is not kind to people who struggle with this issue, even though more than half of us are overweight.

Seeing all the muscles was pretty cool. Most of the people who were preserved were obviously in pretty good shape. You could see this superior muscle definition and it was neat to see the individual muscles and muscle groups that our jazzercise instructors are always pointing out, "deltoids, rhomboids, lats, obliques, quads, etc."

There were three things I wished as I was going through the exhibit:

1. I wish the first third of the exhibit weren't so loud. The entrance is in an area of the museum where there are lots of noisy, hands-on exhibits to play with. There are walls separating the traveling exhibits from the rest of the place, but at the beginning of the special area they don't go all the way to the ceiling. It's hard to hear the audio in that environment, and it diminished the serious nature of the exhibit. I remember thinking that about the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit, too.

2. I wish there were special times that could be designated adults-only. Like an evening or two. The kids were well-behaved (in fact, the only people I saw leaning on the cases were ADULTS(!!)) and it was cool to see them marvel over the exhibits, but their chatter and excitement was also a distraction to the seriousness of the displays. Especially in the prenatal section.

3. I wish the exhibit were smaller. I was worn out by about half-way through and I know I didn't give enough attention to the displays in the last half.

I'm recommending this exhibit to everyone I know. But cautioning those with young kids that it can be very tiring.