Monthly Archives: May 2021

SILENT MEOW AUTOBIOGRAPHY POEM

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SILENT MEOW AUTOBIOGRAPHY POEM

Then she figured it out calmly without fear
That I meant the strawberry shortcake from the previous year

She was amazed at how this could be
The strawberry shortcake meant so much to me

From that day onward – every single year
Strawberry shortcake has always been given to me here

And that also cleared up any mystery
How pink my favorite color is so special to me

When I was three my mother and me
Were to spend the holiday together with friends under a Christmas tree

Christmas Day came – how I remember it all
It was freezing ice cold in Montreal

Cars wouldn’t start – too cold – what a tragedy
No Christmas with friends for my mother and me

This was the same year my Papa abandoned me
The house was too cold – we ended up watching tv

All huddled up in the living room upstairs
Watching tv and eating chicken noodle soup – not putting on airs

This was one of the most interesting Christmases you can bet
It’s a memory I’ll never forget

Name Days For Sunday May 30, 2021

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Name Days For Sunday May 30, 2021:

Lola May 30 (Latvia)
Lolita May 30 (Latvia)
Longins March 15 (Latvia)
Lonija May 23 (Latvia)
Lóránd January 15 (Hungary)
Lóránt January 15 (Hungary)
Lore July 11 (Latvia)
Lorencs August 10 (Latvia)
Lorentz January 15 (Sweden)
Loreta July 14 (Latvia)

Best ever Oatmeal Bread

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Best ever Oatmeal Bread

Ingredients:

• 2 pkgs. dry yeast or 2 yeast cakes
• 1/3 cup shortening
• 1/2 cup warm water
• 2 tsp. salt
• 2 eggs beaten
• 1 1/2 cup boiling water
• 1 cup quick-cooking rolled oats
• 1/4 cup honey
• 1/4 cup molasses
• 5 1/2 – 6 cups flour

Dissolve yeast in warm water.

Combine boiling water, rolled oats, honey, molasses, and shortening and salt.

Cool to lukewarm.

Stir in 2 cups of flour and beat well.

Add yeast, and Mix thoroughly, stir in enough flour to make a soft dough.

Turn out on flour surface and knead 10 minutes, or until smooth and elastic.

Place in a greased bowl, turning once to grease top.

Cover and let rise until double in bulk 1 1/2 hours-2 hours.

Punch down; divide dough in half, cover and let rest 10 minutes.

Grease two 9 x 5″ bread pans and coat inside with rolled oats.

Shape dough into loaves and place in pans.

Cover and let rise until double about 45 minutes.

Mix 1 egg white with 1 TBLS. water and brush top of loaves, and sprinkle with rolled oats.

Bake at 425 degrees for 15 minutes, reduce heat to 325 degrees for 30 minutes more.

*Be sure to use enough flour because otherwise oatmeal bread has a tendency to “fall” on the sides after its baked.

From: Robdenhood Robdenhood@aol.com

Word Of The Day For Thursday March 12, 2020

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Thursday March 12, 2020

lachrymogenic

PRONUNCIATION: (lak-ruh-muh-JEN-ik)

MEANING: adjective: Inducing tears.

ETYMOLOGY: From Latin lacrima (tear) + -genic (producing). Earliest documented use: 1907. Two related words are lachrymose and lachrymal.

USAGE: “For there is no more lachrymogenic experience than the school Nativity play — to see one’s little darling, enrobed in tea-towel/pashmina, clutching toy sheep/live special breed etc.” Gill Hornby; Hankies at the Ready as the Nativity Season Arrives; The Daily Telegraph (London, UK); Dec 12, 2009.

A THOUGHT FOR TODAY: It is the hardest thing in the world to be in love, and yet attend to business. A gentleman asked me this morning, ‘What news from Lisbon?’ and I answered, ‘She is exquisitely handsome.’ -Richard Steele, writer and politician (bap. 12 Mar 1672-1729)

Letter To Papa For Monday December 7, 2020

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Monday December 7, 2020

Dear Papa,

I’ve had quite the upsetting month last month. Uncle Moe was taken to the hospital because he was spitting up blood and they found out the Cancer Mass was not fully removed so they had to put back his trachiostomy. And they did a full body can where they found two Cancer masses and it’s aggressive.

He is getting chemotherapy for his throat cancer. But I am super cautious about being too optimistic because he can just as easily die with no warning because it’s an aggressive cancer. And feeling fine means absolutely nothing because there are countless of people who feel fine and then just die. So I’m quietly freaking out.

All of my anger, sadness, despair is always there just below the surface – I just try to mask it around others so they are not scared of me. I say I am fine. But that’s just a bold faced like. I am never fine.

How can I be fine when I’ve got so much going on? Even as a child I was always sad underneath my smiles. I was sad about you.

I was mad & angry you were never in my life & you never showed up for that Father’s Day. I was angry a reunion was held but couldn’t go because it was only for family. I was angry my family got to have a relationship with you when you were found & I was not allowed to see you or have your address or phone number to talk to you.

I was angry when I found out you died & I never knew you had throat cancer. I am still mad & angry about all of that. And I struggle to not let that affect the way I interact with people.

But it does on so many levels. I wonder who/if I have friends when you left me at age three. I’ll always blame myself for that ‘till the day I die. You said you wanted children but it’s so obvious you couldn’t stand me because you were never there for me.

So, I wonder if this is the true reason people will find “polite” excuses not to be my friend, get to know me – because I’m only damaged goods – an Asperger Freak to the entire universe. And the world knows that so they distance themselves way from me because I’m unwanted, undesirable.

And perhaps that’s the true reason I’m not married – no one really wants a person like me. I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror. I won’t look @ myself – not even my face if I can help it. Just looking at myself in the mirror makes me crawl in my skin because I really truly do hate myself & nobody in the world can make me think any different. Ever.

You are the last ghost I can never kill.

Love,
Tara Kimberley Torme

Prayer Journal For Saturday May 22, 2021

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Saturday May 22, 2021

Dear God,

Vanity is the bain of my whole existence. I loathe being prideful. Please help me to stay far, far, far away from the vanity of the world & be true to myself. Please help me to be humble, simple in character, appearance & help me to live as humbly & simply as possible without the world trappings of gadgets, gidgets, dust collectors. Please help me to be content with what I have, never wanting more because others have more. Please help me to live within my means, needs as simply as possible so I can be content, at peace with a quiet mind. Please listen to my prayer.

To God For Thursday May 20, 2021

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Thursday May 20, 2021

Dear God,

Would Jesus have gone to Vegas to gamble or perform a live show? Would Jesus star Jesus Christ Superstar as Judas? Would Jesus have a blog, podcast, radio show, newspaper column? Would Jesus dress like the 1970’s & drive a camper from that era? What Jesus be like today?