
Not really I’m just being silly! Happy Halloween everyone! 😀

Not really I’m just being silly! Happy Halloween everyone! 😀


The men in my family [Uncle Gunn on the left and Uncle Bill provided a photo of the PINK car he drives] are tough enough to wear PINK! It is not about a man’s stature or how many punches he can take or dish out~true strength and toughness comes from within….being brave enough, tough enough to reveal the inner man and stand and cheer on a loved one who is battling breast cancer and to me it makes a statement~I am tough enough to show you my heart and while you are there here’s my shoulder as well! Rest your head on these strong shoulders and together we will face this thing head ON! PINK on Uncle Dudes~PINK on!
I love cake too! I did not know this about cake! Take a look while I eat cake for breakfast! 😄😄😄
I’ll admit it, I love cake. I know a lot of people think it is too dry but, that is easily compensated for by lavishing on a little more icing! No, cake, in my humble opinion, is one of the single most important inventions of humankind! It is right up there with the wheel, only it is better than the wheel, because you can eat it!
The experts say cake evolved from breads. The ancient Greeks made cheesecake from goats mild, and, the Romans fortified bread with milk, eggs, and honey. We still have some of these cross-over bread-cakes today, like Banana Nut bread, and Sponge cake. And, up until the depression, cakes were still made from scratch. Then, in the 1930s, a manufacturer put a fortified bread-cake mix in a box, to help feed millions of economically depressed people. They added flavorings, boxed icings, and cake-mix-in-a-box was born!
And, what is my favorite cake? Oh, that’s an easy…
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The Burdens they Carry-we never know what another is carrying around in life, I love Michael’s wisdom I know you will as well! Check out his blog! natjourn2.com
We never know what burdens people carry, or, how well they are holding up under them. Some, stand like an oak tree under the weight of their lives, while others are crushed from the strain.
I have to admit, that I have a real hard time not judging people. I see some guy leaning against a wall and I want to give him a piece of my mind. So, why do I find it so darned easy to criticize him? Is it the shabby clothes, the fact that he is not employed? The truth is, If I saw a man who was missing part of his arm, and he was trying to change a flat, I wouldn’t dream of criticizing him for not doing a very good job of it. I’d go right over and help him, because I can plainly see that he is physically impaired. Yet, if I see a perfectly healthy looking fellow who is…
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I love large cities, the hustle of bustle of life~but there is nothing relaxin to me about living in a small town. Nobody is in a hurry and your pretty much know everyone and they know you. Well they know Alex, not me because I work in Tulsa but my home is in the country.  I love old buildings, street lamps and big awnings.
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