tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90842718167414447362024-02-21T01:09:33.159-06:00TRIPPIN’ ALONG…..A collection of hodge podge ideas and thoughts.Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-5425564788162947642010-06-29T14:05:00.008-05:002010-06-29T16:06:39.875-05:00Sleeping Through the Night<div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgieDBJZWIWpbhB9HVVDxeIoS5VariaHamzeSRaP2to5VyKLKow2FZ_st5B19LofK9iYow_sVaDhW-6WYCuhK5JLFF2L4bfxjUPsfWq7YB6KE3cyIbo6H8x9qKTRdNfpNhHOAcTGwL41D8/s1600/DSC00032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488277964898792546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgieDBJZWIWpbhB9HVVDxeIoS5VariaHamzeSRaP2to5VyKLKow2FZ_st5B19LofK9iYow_sVaDhW-6WYCuhK5JLFF2L4bfxjUPsfWq7YB6KE3cyIbo6H8x9qKTRdNfpNhHOAcTGwL41D8/s200/DSC00032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em>At this stage, my daughter and I are finally getting to sleep through the night! We spent a week taking turns with these little guys, in which they mainly needed us around 1:00 A.M. for a feeding.</em></div><div><br /></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>Ann, you nailed it in your comment about what the vet told us to do next.....we had to teach them to pee-n-poop! That was a "trip" I never expected to travel during my life time! Thankfully it lasted just a week and after we introduced them to can cat food, the litter box training came next. The babies caught on quickly and this lady was delighted! During this new training period we found that diaper wipes worked the best and lots of newspapers! </em></div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488279850499854066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAl07i1oRBt1OC-7tbH93u7B4ZS-6frTmQAVkkABa3Z28b8DuWka2oLD_YY7x_cFDGct-B-5bX06u1KqqExWY9to2AoK1MzoZgvPfKmnjiUTOT3FpAScSS8GIGNmFHH9TKDLr5cvNmj28/s200/DSC00031.JPG" border="0" /> <em>We ended up moving the kittens three times during their house stay with us, as they kept escaping their current homes. This one we named Bungy; he didn't need an elastic cord to get where he was going, he just lunged! </em></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div align="center"><em>He was the first one to escape</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheW-KyUxZwmKSDQ1czsBy3IoCp78SZsrplReVP2XeYrOBNYj0VAEk1X7VXHEVvloJ51azow-dC2OWmYjfI5CEPfQYzIJedIS_VEuW0PDZWrTgNV-PckhP9V34MSYy5gjIJ2TeAtGA9wRk/s1600/DSC00043.JPG"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488282226231459762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheW-KyUxZwmKSDQ1czsBy3IoCp78SZsrplReVP2XeYrOBNYj0VAEk1X7VXHEVvloJ51azow-dC2OWmYjfI5CEPfQYzIJedIS_VEuW0PDZWrTgNV-PckhP9V34MSYy5gjIJ2TeAtGA9wRk/s200/DSC00043.JPG" border="0" /></em></a>...</div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>the first one to the bottle, </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>and </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>first one to crawl up your leg!</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTxCUUl20Lm3thKEuVqjxD-kCJ-FP5kBla3zVkhltEfQcttNsBEdzX2sDnljhyk4YJxqohou9qi1K3BzWauMs3tAl3Iqeoisxc0d1ITKS4aIf-Zw5PdFzgebXrdpuOVB2I_H66xjLNDs/s1600/DSC00033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488282547564380162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRTxCUUl20Lm3thKEuVqjxD-kCJ-FP5kBla3zVkhltEfQcttNsBEdzX2sDnljhyk4YJxqohou9qi1K3BzWauMs3tAl3Iqeoisxc0d1ITKS4aIf-Zw5PdFzgebXrdpuOVB2I_H66xjLNDs/s200/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em><br /> </div><div> <em>At 4 weeks old we would let them out to explore and play. You could see how quickly they were changing from wobbly to a gutsy dare-devilish mode. It didn't take them long to figure out how to pounce on an unsuspecting brother or sister! Our nightly entertainment had some of the deepest belly laughs that we had received in a long time. I do believe that we slept better because of these comical kittens!</em></div><em></em></div><div><em>When the babies would get tired from playing, we'd gather them up, put them back on their heating pad and have them settle down for the night. They weren't always easy to find and in this picture we thought for sure that we had lost one. My husband found this little guy and even donated his slippers for the night as not to disturb his sleep. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Yes, they had begun to work their fuzzy magic on the man of the house!</em></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488284876102002530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ-Z1-PJ-Gc73R9A4HhaItcKHW4py6voQv9txPp-nF4H6DxTuQsgYD5PzTm23FKlnRiuG351yhTrN0KauMWgv0KwVKZG9m-O4BXGqpCznZDKMOeup4jSpUoovpA6jDSLCaMWamVSoyF6I/s200/DSC00053.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><br /> </div><div><em></em><br /><br /> </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAl07i1oRBt1OC-7tbH93u7B4ZS-6frTmQAVkkABa3Z28b8DuWka2oLD_YY7x_cFDGct-B-5bX06u1KqqExWY9to2AoK1MzoZgvPfKmnjiUTOT3FpAScSS8GIGNmFHH9TKDLr5cvNmj28/s1600/DSC00031.JPG"></a></div></div></div>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-86194283880048862812010-06-25T15:04:00.011-05:002010-06-25T16:15:11.698-05:00Really...... how Do you burp a cat?<div><div><div><div> </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdn2mhzV4pKeDyGod6GGMiGvbx4Dj-T5esj6OB0Mvuo66j-FPog7fJeShmFOAti0Lxl98gPkm-PNLf74vZwE2vIKyOk2i4jLWcXBrohhyphenhyphenZgaXNkt3FUTlCXHWi7Bn8qq-oD9_cXBkP4k/s1600/DSC00056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486805865321974994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdn2mhzV4pKeDyGod6GGMiGvbx4Dj-T5esj6OB0Mvuo66j-FPog7fJeShmFOAti0Lxl98gPkm-PNLf74vZwE2vIKyOk2i4jLWcXBrohhyphenhyphenZgaXNkt3FUTlCXHWi7Bn8qq-oD9_cXBkP4k/s400/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">This adventure has been a sweet accomplishment and a privilege to be apart of. On April 13th our farm cat had her first litter of kittens, two black ones, just like their mama and three white ones, just like their papa. (in this picture, one is camera shy).</span></em></div><br /><div><em>On April 30th our mama cat disappeared (not her fault, she was a great mama!) and my daughter, husband and I became adopted parents to five furry little bodies. I had no idea what was in store for us and I thought I would share our adventure in installments on my blog.</em> </div><br /><div><em></em></div><div><em>The kittens were</em> <em>17 days old, and I didn't have the first clue about taking care of them. All our previous attempts to save little ones didn't end in a happy story. </em><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNZ904CPMME6rc7WcA_jImp1v4SWzDyU0XX1vuAIwKsKEf-lQC51ei_df6mAnwkYrMr3yIahi35USbFB-gEJmerYXYRnvRmxOzLU6MhTuaBi2nJWJMXEmoFYcbUsho-CUSAng3I2pBsc/s1600/DSC00022.JPG"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486811710614672834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaNZ904CPMME6rc7WcA_jImp1v4SWzDyU0XX1vuAIwKsKEf-lQC51ei_df6mAnwkYrMr3yIahi35USbFB-gEJmerYXYRnvRmxOzLU6MhTuaBi2nJWJMXEmoFYcbUsho-CUSAng3I2pBsc/s200/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /></em></a><em>From the research on-line and a local trip to our vet to purchase baby bottles, I picked up some interesting tips</em>.</div></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9tbPU7LWbFqDOi2vwi9Mdsj9GL70lOwcJns_wCO79cQxMWauvrRhC4RDm0Y_a-w6f9BHJpRM4N-C7hUmbJVM3XTiMv7pqKNR_PlfLusMqCpPbzr8xz0xA19qRtKHJLTeqsQlYbsCf9Y/s1600/DSC00021-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486818527687717346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV9tbPU7LWbFqDOi2vwi9Mdsj9GL70lOwcJns_wCO79cQxMWauvrRhC4RDm0Y_a-w6f9BHJpRM4N-C7hUmbJVM3XTiMv7pqKNR_PlfLusMqCpPbzr8xz0xA19qRtKHJLTeqsQlYbsCf9Y/s200/DSC00021-1.JPG" border="0" /></a></em></div><div><em>When feeding babies you keep them level with the ground or you might get their lungs infected with the baby formula that you are feeding them. You want the formula to get to their tummies.</em></div><div> </div></div><div><em>You've got to keep them warm, so have a heating pad available and set on low. Provide space for the kittens to get off of the heating pad if they get too warm.</em></div><div><br /></div><div><em></em></div><div><em><strong>Altabella Cattery's Kitten Glop</strong> <a href="http://www.hdw-inc.com/glop.htm">http://www.hdw-inc.com/glop.htm</a> has an excellent formula recipe for kittens and we used it for 4 weeks with great results! (Thanks my husband for finding this recipe!)</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>And to wrap up this entry: the vet told me that I would need to get the kittens to burp.....</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>I can only wonder about the look on my face as he relayed this information. My only reference to burping anything was with my own children, and a couple of them were not easy to burp! </em></div><div><em>The vet just told me to keep the kittens as level as possible, so I couldn't possibly burp them the way I did my kids. (one practically had to be on her head to produce a burp and another child needed her hiney softly patted).</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em> So how do you burp a kitten?</em></div><div><br /></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>Really it's quite simple. You just pet them. The motion of your hand stroking them encourages little burps. At first you won't quite recognize them as burps, especially if you've been used to hearing grown-up burps for quite awhile (good food ma!). But it doesn't take long to understand that you've accomplished a baby animal burp. You can feel it too. After they burp, they settle down for a nice long nap, which is important if you happen to be on night duty with them!</em></div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486811061970399922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF9o_xtIvkdgOrNh-YqoV6YvDtd_-D6DH7gigB-5wBb3C75xr12DUr9AJVFGEjPICEK6mYZ6zbXN__0iBVoGWv7enFGTpI_1t0v2ukNSD8-rknhQMSOX2wz_BhdFQM078jmKZMT9uZrP8/s200/DSC00025.JPG" border="0" /><em>Stay tuned for what the vet said next!</em><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-73898439410940586232010-06-21T17:32:00.005-05:002010-06-21T18:05:52.741-05:00Fiber? Do I really get enough!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJwS7SkoaOdaJXFzQJmXJJwJ6y8KRJZV67BcBrYM7RYdaAW318udyTSrkD7qHAerIInhTTZfglevh_TkO3l2Mf99sXrxBOzQ7Ge70BYNddwumrAdiW9NCD0R01cAxl6mCviG5IOR30Dg/s1600/artfully+done.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485360972430175634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJwS7SkoaOdaJXFzQJmXJJwJ6y8KRJZV67BcBrYM7RYdaAW318udyTSrkD7qHAerIInhTTZfglevh_TkO3l2Mf99sXrxBOzQ7Ge70BYNddwumrAdiW9NCD0R01cAxl6mCviG5IOR30Dg/s200/artfully+done.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;">I know, crazy thought and why would I be having such a thought on this blistery summer day? I'm not for sure.</span></em></div></div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:arial;">Maybe because the heat index has seared all the other thoughts in my brain and left this one to roll around. Anyway, it's there and I do have some curious questions.</span></em></div><br /><p><a href="http://ehealthmd.com/index.html">http://ehealthmd.com/index.html</a> <span style="font-family:arial;"><em>answered a lot and I enjoyed the read; but I'm sorry to report that it didn't answer my BIG question.</em></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8JKe763uI9YU25tcXTPV-3EFfefXpzuKNFrdQBzInomzG-pMPvoyhi9KXIupUbo1tJZXh2-SDr2h-h33g3BPOKW3ZctmjtuCfFGtLxz1CEUUNVWDTxHkxmcB33Nu4AK8-LpUTrvurAA/s1600/mixed+fruit%233.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485366514940941970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg8JKe763uI9YU25tcXTPV-3EFfefXpzuKNFrdQBzInomzG-pMPvoyhi9KXIupUbo1tJZXh2-SDr2h-h33g3BPOKW3ZctmjtuCfFGtLxz1CEUUNVWDTxHkxmcB33Nu4AK8-LpUTrvurAA/s200/mixed+fruit%233.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><em>"I want to know if I leave that little sticker on my fruits and veggies will that add up to several grams of fiber or just an annoying piece of fiber that is now stuck in my teeth?"</em></span></p><br /><p><em><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></em></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Yes, I do wash, scrub and dry my produce, but I DO forget that little sticker. It's only after I enjoyed the tart apple or the juicy tomato that I find a foreign substance in my mouth and remember once again.....THE STICKER.<br /></div></em></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-21263195955618086632010-06-10T20:22:00.006-05:002010-06-10T20:45:24.070-05:00Beautiful Babe<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrCSiAx_3WC_OYrGJoL9LBs99ZkDVutcJAJMDhIvnb3QMdG_hwvV51yUHjt2ezpgErVPbGX3iMuDvx_Bx-y1X12A20FsGXDhOAGqbBAiy7PGzPVPBwSp7F0-x9LHbCNmmS2hTmsEKAYo/s1600/08-Missy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481321016656537954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCrCSiAx_3WC_OYrGJoL9LBs99ZkDVutcJAJMDhIvnb3QMdG_hwvV51yUHjt2ezpgErVPbGX3iMuDvx_Bx-y1X12A20FsGXDhOAGqbBAiy7PGzPVPBwSp7F0-x9LHbCNmmS2hTmsEKAYo/s400/08-Missy.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-family:georgia;">Missy, how can I begin to say "thanks" for being the best companion that I could ever wish for my daughter. You saw her through all the difficult growing up years and you were always faithful to be by her side.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWYz7wbsTeMQtFXU-XkHVLAFHTnrWqWjqSLJU0ZiFcOslkYZ2Gjlonsur62X8bGplkbKLiDz-iKzUQuj23ICMAesPzW-5osl9KWu_aOvph-CNTWSviEEWjkogG5_95L41UlASmWuVgGU/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481323085882935714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCWYz7wbsTeMQtFXU-XkHVLAFHTnrWqWjqSLJU0ZiFcOslkYZ2Gjlonsur62X8bGplkbKLiDz-iKzUQuj23ICMAesPzW-5osl9KWu_aOvph-CNTWSviEEWjkogG5_95L41UlASmWuVgGU/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em></div><em></em><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>When this ole' mom just didn't quite understand the up's and down's of teenage life, she could always turn to you and get that special "fuzzy love". </em></span></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>And as she reached adulthood, you moved out with her and continue to watch over her for me. </em></span></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em>I'll miss your smile and the wag of your tail in welcome but I know you're at a peaceful place now and you no longer hurt. Enjoy your freedom, my friend, and chasing rabbits!</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><em> love you, </em></div><div align="center"><em> Mrs. Julie</em><span style="font-family:georgia;"></div></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><div align="center"><em><br /></em></div></span><em></em><br /><br /><br /><br /><em></em>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-49402803317414504302010-05-31T11:45:00.000-05:002010-05-31T18:19:25.231-05:00There's a Way to Eat Sunflower Seeds?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9dpyRvNHWtcHS_EGStAXxakbtRtBJqPef9gZ8v3CtSmCWLpfYu0BQ7ok86G2Pw-fjK9PR2ke__zev0jChgNPcjfpoIldFH5D2PIVL3I40pfHpOEzQrX2TB62CEANBrv8cixHf8rAqeY/s1600/bigsunflower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477489630281678034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9dpyRvNHWtcHS_EGStAXxakbtRtBJqPef9gZ8v3CtSmCWLpfYu0BQ7ok86G2Pw-fjK9PR2ke__zev0jChgNPcjfpoIldFH5D2PIVL3I40pfHpOEzQrX2TB62CEANBrv8cixHf8rAqeY/s400/bigsunflower.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I've always taken delight in our sunflower fields around Kansas; the fields are just full of huge, happy flowers! I enjoy eating sunflower seeds too and prefer them "naked" to in a shell. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitg1vgmMH2RrjXRtA1-tlc-6YU0OEOwwDiYZSXz5WoyOwHYKjPdUV0QgMb_yGDUWrVkV2wgoXiLk3-Y1Db2U8q2toZj9mtZEzAhogcWH5uBqRHbLFjW9P6Q7pNNGyDnK5wB9vNdbwdqpU/s1600/sunflowerseedsnaked%232.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477499416631080050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitg1vgmMH2RrjXRtA1-tlc-6YU0OEOwwDiYZSXz5WoyOwHYKjPdUV0QgMb_yGDUWrVkV2wgoXiLk3-Y1Db2U8q2toZj9mtZEzAhogcWH5uBqRHbLFjW9P6Q7pNNGyDnK5wB9vNdbwdqpU/s320/sunflowerseedsnaked%232.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></em><br /></div><em><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></em><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Why?</span></em></div><br /><div><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Too much effort in finding that little seed to munch, </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">when you can just pop a whole handful in your mouth </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and get to the business of enjoying the salty crunch!</span></em> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></em><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Recently I had a delightful lesson on wiggling that little sunflower seed out of it's shell; taught to me by a successful wiggler. My 16 year old daughter. </span></em><br /></div><p align="left"><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg771MRh39voK5OJ9vck4Isj2ItzmsZdtnJYKK2VYIw6sjKI6njNKATTWwFZ31SMcCgM_mYhaI-j_rNSvBrv6HojNgVpCWJrIEgtdXVsR88LOUVD6-ZaDkhmJ-NYydEV2WuGQmOB_GeYII/s1600/sunflowerseeds%232.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477485540400062930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg771MRh39voK5OJ9vck4Isj2ItzmsZdtnJYKK2VYIw6sjKI6njNKATTWwFZ31SMcCgM_mYhaI-j_rNSvBrv6HojNgVpCWJrIEgtdXVsR88LOUVD6-ZaDkhmJ-NYydEV2WuGQmOB_GeYII/s320/sunflowerseeds%232.jpg" border="0" /></a></em><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Her instructions follow....(these are beginners instructions)</span></em></p><ol><li><div align="center">Just put one seed at a time in your mouth</div></li><li><div align="center">Turn the seed ridge side up, <strong>gently</strong> bite down on it to crack it open</div></li><li><div align="center">Find the seed and wiggle it out</div></li><li><div align="center">Move the seed to the back of your mouth</div></li><li><div align="center">Keep the shell in the front of your mouth</div></li><li><div align="center">Spit the shell out</div></li><li><div align="center">Enjoy your efforts</div></li></ol><div><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I would love to tell you that all went well. I really did give it my best and I paid attention to all the details she patiently spelled out for me.....4 different times!</span></em></div><br /><div><em>My first attempt: Did not bite down on the shell <strong>gently</strong> and ended up with several pieces of shell. I completely lost the seed. Spit the whole thing out.</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>#2. Bit down <strong>softly</strong> on the shell, still couldn't tell the difference between the shell and the seed and spit the whole thing out.</em></div><br /><div><em>#3. Bit down softly on the shell, found the seed this time but lost it somewhere around the molars. Spit the whole thing out. </em></div><div> </div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div><em>#4. Bit down softly on the shell, found the seed, moved it to the back of my mouth and kept the shell to the front. Succeeded in spitting the shell out and enjoying the seed!</em></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5EyKUTRhCF05_9aOL6ti2r-36rEb1jgySloISYKKaPelUsI4KYNglPJ0YtrGOC_JLX7PPDsnOOQyA8OjJeyxwK50HET_vaJo7B3-3cwlVeeNDVtz_-Bu0w2bAw9C65ppQJ1-i1K1CB0/s1600/llama.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477498304992484146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5EyKUTRhCF05_9aOL6ti2r-36rEb1jgySloISYKKaPelUsI4KYNglPJ0YtrGOC_JLX7PPDsnOOQyA8OjJeyxwK50HET_vaJo7B3-3cwlVeeNDVtz_-Bu0w2bAw9C65ppQJ1-i1K1CB0/s320/llama.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><em>My daughter then informed me during my very nice victory dance, that I need to work on my spitting. I remind her of a llama. hmm....</em><em></em></div><br /><div></div><div><em>After several more attempts at clearing the chest region, I can proudly say that my spitting is a little more refined and some day I will be able to spit out two shells instead of an arsenal!</em><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p><em></em></p><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-22389290651296827442010-05-28T16:46:00.000-05:002010-05-28T16:46:45.244-05:00HALF LIFE (lyrics) - duncan<object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/rEt5eE84pE0/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEt5eE84pE0&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEt5eE84pE0&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-46187848893515874162010-05-28T16:05:00.000-05:002010-05-31T14:51:54.162-05:00"Get Over It"<em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do you love these words or hate them? I guess it depends on your circumstances. At first read, I just grit my teeth but as the day wears on it begins to sink in and I start to sort thoughts out.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I found some advice today from <a href="http://www.ehow.com/">http://www.ehow.com/</a> (good site) and thought I would add the post to my random thoughts. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">(By the way, I'm working through being jealous but I haven't picked up stalking yet!)</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em><br /><div align="center">"<em><span style="color:#009900;">Jealousy is not a spirit of embrace and welcome, but a closed-minded spirit. It ruins positive perspective and intrudes on happy people and makes them miserable and feel like they are lacking or unworthy. This is not a good way to live at all."</span></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">I did say that this blog was about new adventures......well I'm learning to close this "jealous" door permanently. It's been a part of my life for way too long and I'm really tired of the ride it takes me on. Am I insecure? Yep, been that way most of my life and I'm realizing that I can't wait anymore on anyone to fill that void in my life, it's up to me. </span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Excited? Today has been off the charts with it and I can't wait for some more pages to turn to see what's next. Scary? yep, but it's really fun trying new things. Mid-Life crisis? All the way! and it can only get better. So raise your glasses in a toast with me as "we" Get Over It!</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">(I love music, and it can speak out your thoughts so much more than you can express yourself. This is an awesome song!)</span></em>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-14726281396028759662010-05-12T12:12:00.000-05:002010-05-12T13:08:12.799-05:00Trippin<span style="color:#006600;"><em>My family has questioned my choice of the name of my blog and to quote my husband,</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Don't you know that means 'doing drugs' ?"</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Yes, I'm a child of the 60's and I grew up with the hippies. I even remember them taking over Disneyland on one of our visits and they shut the park down, sent all the rest of us home, so the hippies could enjoy the park without damaging it. Didn't think much of the hippies after that incident.</em> </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Police take Main Street Date: August 6, 1970</span> <a href="http://www.studiolo.org/Email/DISNEY.htm">http://www.studiolo.org/Email/DISNEY.htm</a><br />On this day in 1970 a group of "hippies" obtained entrance to Disneyland in Anaheim California. They ran rampant over the park, attempting to claim "Tom Sawyer's Island" for themselves. Disneyland, not knowing how to handle this breach of customary etiquette, called in the Orange County Police who arrived in full riot gear. The park was closed and all visitors were asked to depart, leaving Disneyland empty except for the remaining hippies. This was the first time the park was closed early. Earlier Disneyland was infamous for its policy of refusing entry to young men wearing beards, a common practice in California and especially in some cities of Orange County. No rain-check was given to the departing visitors.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">So I did a little research on Trippin" and below is what I found:</span></em><br /><a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/">http://www.urbandictionary.com/</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">trippin'<br /></span><br />to be talking crazy and/or not making sense. sometimes used to say to people when they insult you or insult a friend of yours.<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">I'm afraid I'm accused of this one a lot! I do talk to myself and I do answer myself. I make sense to myself and I work a lot of issues out this way. Am I trippin? Maybe, but "we're" all happy!</span></em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">trippin'<br /></span><br /><a class="urbantip" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=VERB" _addedurbantip="true" _opentipaddedtips="true">VERB</a> (sometimes used as an <a class="urbantip" href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ADJECTIVE" _addedurbantip="true" _opentipaddedtips="true">ADJECTIVE</a>) 1. displaying a displeased or problematic reaction to what has been said or done by another person 2. the act of rupturing regular peaceful discourse between two human beings. 3. The act of throwing obstacles in between the peaceful interaction of human beings that could be metaphorically "tripped over"<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">I've always hated this one and have never understood why it would happen. I like peace, (hmm...still a hippie?) I strive for it and want everyone around me to live there with me. If you can't be nice, then go away. Why do I feel this way so strongly; is it because of the way I was raised? and why do I feel like such an oddball if I'm not out there "trippin" other people up and messing up their day.</span></em><br /><br /><em>and finally, my favorite:</em><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">trippin'</span><br /><br />A state of mind brought on by experiencing a different state of consciousness- mostly through vast changes in perception, senses and thought patterns. <em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Tripping</span></em> is usually experienced through the use of psychedelic drugs such as LSD, mescaline, and psilocybin- <span style="color:#ff6600;">but </span><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">can also be experienced naturally as well</span>.</em> This is because psychedelic drugs are supposed to break down the filters of the mind i.e 'thought at large' which are believed to eliminate unnecessary thought patterns. Because the mind (including the alleged filters) were not fully developed in youth, tripping could sometimes happen naturally as a result. And if you don't believe me or think it's impossible, then read the example... you'll know what I'm talking about :)<br /><br /><em><span style="color:#cc66cc;">When I was younger, the world seemed a more vibrant place. It was much easier to daydream or lose myself in my thoughts, or imagine things as though they were real. Music felt really alive, as though it connected with me somehow, and I could spend hours following every crevice in the pavement on the way home from school... where now I couldn't care less. That is how I viewed the world as a child... but having matured since then those abilities have been lost as a result. Tripping makes you more aware of all the details that pass us by- and whether it's through drugs or natural causes, tripping is a great way to realize all the finer things around us that we normally take for granted :)</span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000000;">I'm now on a journey to a more vibrant place! (no drugs needed) A place that needs to have the creaky door hinges oiled and the cobwebs brushed aside. Where music is alive and I can see again as a child. I want to realize all the finer things around me and never ever take them for granted. </span></em>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9084271816741444736.post-39007951487131218182010-04-16T11:40:00.000-05:002010-04-16T11:53:30.621-05:00Off on Grand New Adventures!<span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;">My big new adventure.....</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;">understanding lazy jello! </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;">Mine never wants to set up, it just lies there and asks for a straw instead of a spoon to serve it up with. The taste is good the contents are sad. </span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Aww...if only life would stay this simple, just think of all the world problems that would be solved if jello would just get a backbone and stand up like it's suppose to. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Therefore, I just made a note to myself concerning the rest of my life........</span><br /><span style="color:#660000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#660000;">Jules, find your backbone!</span>Julie Garsthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06878958815869993048noreply@blogger.com1