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    Dear Visitors... 

  Even though  it is so much easier to blog than to post and upload, I have decided to go back to just posting on my web site instead of posting here.  Here is my Stories page  URL  if you are interested.  

      http://members.aol.com/Tressba/KestiWritesSeven.html

     This blog is great, but many more visit my site and I don't want to publish the same opinions and stories twice. 

Kes 

~ Clothes Dryers can be Dangerous!!

   

    I recently spoke to a friend who said she burned her finger on her clothes dryer.  I said, "How did you do that?  She said she reached in for her clothes and burned it.  

     I said, Oh My, that means your dryer is clogged with lint and you have to  clean it out.  She said it  had been taking ages for her clothing to dry so I knew that was the problem.  I read about one person who put a basket of laundry on the table to sort and fold .  She went  upstairs for a glass of water and it ignited and started the house on fire.  There was a lot of damage.  

    When you notice that your dryer is taking longer than usual to dry your clothing, check the lint trap inside of the dryer.  (Not just the one you should clean after every use)  Most can be vacuumed out with a  hose.   

Kes © 2007

     http://www.consumeraffairs.com/recalls/dryer_fires.html

See above link for Tips on dryer care.

"They learn Fast"

July 22, 2007

When my sisters little boy, Kim, was two and a half, he 

suddenly seemed like he had lost his ability to hear.

Whenever his parents would say something he would

totally ignore them.  My sister decided to do a little test.

She told her husband to go into the next room and 

softly say, Let's go get some ice cream cones.

Kimmy still didn't respond.  Now they were getting worried.

Ten minutes went by and Kimmy came over, stood by his 

Mom and asked, When are we going for  ice cream?

Hahaha....he had learned that if he ignored what they told 

him to do he could play longer.  

Kes© 2007

~Paying For Working Out ~

     OK...now I will make lots of enemies.  I think paying to workout is a big waste of time and money.  If you are going to  a fitness center to  meet people and show off your body, hey, that is OK.  but working out for any other reason to me, makes no sense.  First of all, repetitious movements are very hard on your body.  If you want to "get a workout", look around and do something that needs to be done.

How long has it been since you vacuumed all of the millions of dust mites from your mattress and box spring?  Or cleaned the inside windows of your car?  I can find a million chores to do if I want some exercise.  If your home is in perfect order, (and your yard,  garage and car),  there are plenty of places you could do charity work or help clean up the environment. 

     When I look around my world and see all that needs doing, and then I picture thousands of people running on treadmills at  fitness centers, I wonder what a strange group we are becoming.  

      I once read about a guy who watched as joggers pounded by on the pavement next to the park bench he was sitting on..  He wondered why they were so anxious to wear out their bodies.

     Our joints can only take so much wear and tear from constant pounding .  Doing variety chores will not only keep you fit, but will give you the satisfaction of a job well done.

    I have heard people say they get a "high" from their workouts.   I think the "high" comes because they know it is finished for the day.  

I get a "high" when the house is spotless, the last dish put away, and I can relax!

      If I need an extra "work out" the kitchen floor can always use a scrub and polish.

The weeds in the yard are always willing to keep me busy.  Spiders in the basement weave their works of art and need upgrading.  Dust balls are somehow multiplying under the bed.  Laundry is never ending.  There is that new recipe in my head that needs some attention.  

I could make a very long list.  If you need a work out, make a list, set the timer for how long you think you should "work out" and see what a real "high" feels like!

Kes© 2007

     Just so you know, I don't mean working out and body building  isn't necessary for those in a profession where they need muscles to protect themselves because of their profession and enable them to follow their profession.   

Perspective"

~Perspective~

If you are feeling unhappy inside you must go outside.

Inside things can gather and create fuss dust.

Fuss dust makes little things look much bigger than they are.

It is hard to vacuum up fuss dust.

The more fuss, the more dust.

Get in your car or go for a walk.

You should feel uplifted.

The big things inside will shrink outside.

Leave them.

The trash can is a good place for them.

When you return if the fuss dust is still thick,

You may need a divorce.

Kes© 2007

"Hornets In Heaven"

     Two hornets were walking along a beach when one asked the other, "Do you know where we are?"   The other hornet said, "Yeah, we are in Hornet Heaven."

 " How do you know that," asked the first Hornet?

     "Oh, I saw it written  on a pail of honey, hanging in a tree as I flew in."  

      "When did you get here? " 

 " About an hour ago", replied hornet Number One.

"Yeah, me too,"  said  hornet number two.  "The last thing I remember is, I was walking across a table as I sniffed some food, I was sitting on the edge of a plate that had Bush's beans, three incredibly browned, Johnsonville Brats and some of those chips, you know, the kind  that are layered in a round box that starts with P."

     "Oh, you mean Pringles?"     "Yeah, that's it, Pringles!"  

"Well, no sooner did I check out the plate when, "BAM", down came this dude's fist and smashed me flat for no reason!"

" When I woke up, I was here on the beach."

       Hornet number One, thought for a minute, rubbed his eyebrow and said, "Was that dude wearing a red shirt?"   Hornet number two said, "Yep, he was"

Hornet number one said,  "Oh, well, I stung him on his ear just before he whapped me into outer space, I flew towards the white light and here I am".

     "Did you get to taste the Johnsonville brats?"

"Yeah, they were delicious, I bit his ear because he chased me away from them."

Hornet number two said, "Let's fly around and see if they have any picnics on this beach."

They didn't have to go too far before they found a table with a red and white checkered cloth

holding all of their favorite food just for them and no dude to smash their tiny little bodies.  

The End.

Kes© 2007

(the above story may or may not be true)  

Never kill any bees or anything that pollinates:

See this video and learn why!

        http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGqZaKmcRWQ

Mac Repair by Ms Kes

     I love my Mac like it were a baby.  An  adorable baby.  I don't want anyone to touch it or even look at it.  I have worked out my own system of repair since I am not mechanically inclined.

When I have a problem and I get the notice to re-install system software, my blood runs backwards and I want to hide under my desk.  Instead, I turn off the computer, wait a few minutes and turn it back on.  That fixes lots of problems.  If that doesn't fix it, I turn it off and unplug it from the wall, wait a half hour, plug it back in and it usually fixes it.  If that doesn't work, I turn it off, unplug and re-plug in any offending thing I can think of, then turn it back on.

I have fixed my mouse, my iChat camera, sidestepped  messages  like (re-install system software) and many other messages and  my computer runs fine. 

     I have colored all the things that must stay on my desktop with red so I never accidentally throw them away.  I also pray a lot.  God knows how to fix computers.  

Kes© 2007

~HARSH~

"Harsh"

When my Mom was about seven, she had long blond hair.  It was thick and beautiful.

Her five older sisters love to brush it in the sunlight.  They lived on a farm

and had many chores to do.  About the third time my Gramma found them

all around my Mom, taking turns brushing her beautiful hair she told them

one more time and she would cut it off. 

The girls didn't listen and sure enough, the next day, Gramma came with her scissors and cut my Mom's hair in a short bob.  The girls were horrified and my Mom cried.

I don't think it was fair to my Mom either.  

(hope Gramma doesn't read this)

Kes© 2007

"LIFE"

Life is so interesting, isn't it?  The internet makes you realize how vast and how

fascinating it is.  Millions of people all over the world able to express themselves

to strangers in the middle of the night or whenever.  The biggest exchange of ideas 

events, opinions, ever available to the masses.

Sharing photos, feelings, recipes, formulas, patterns, new ideas, old fashioned ways, it is all out there, waiting to be scooped up and used. 

Yes, we do lose something in the mix, contact time with people in the "flesh" so to speak.  Have you noticed that once you establish a lot of contact with a person 

via emails, it is hard to communicate with them in person?

That is a strange phenomenon that I recently experienced. We just look at each 

other and can't think of anything to say.  Then back to emails and we are 

"in the groove" again.  

Are we becoming robotic?  I have heard it said that emails depersonalize people.

That you have to be careful of what you say, because voice intonations insure that what you are saying won't be misinterpreted.  

Some people actually hate getting emails.  It is like a duty that you have to perform and you really don't want to.  You end up being angry at people who send you too many and they have no clue what they did wrong.  They should make a program that sends your letter back saying, this person has a bad case of emailitis and is taking a vacation from all emails.  Of course that would mean no one will be able to contact you either without a secret code or some such thing.

Soon it will be considered elite to refuse emails and then the fad will burn out and 

fail except for a few very lonely people who find each other and continue to enjoy postage free mail.

Remember snail mail?  Oh Nooooo.  Writing letters by hand?  I used to do a lot 

of it and I can honestly say, I wouldn't go back to that ever!

Phoning on the cell phone gives me a headache.  I think I am radio active from it.

My eyes hurt when I use the cell. 

I think it is time for us to study mental imaging and sending our thoughts.

The only trouble with that, is that, then people would really know what you were thinking about them and at times that would be a problem.  It would mean we 

all would have to "clean up our act" and be positive and think what that might do to the world!!  

I have the ability to love someone with all of my heart but when they insult me 

deliberately or accidentally, it doesn't matter.  For a time I will say some very

critical  things about them.  I suppose I am the only one who does that , huh?

I think it is called the "escape valve" in action, but if you could read minds and send thoughts, how would that "wash"?

Would all the Saints who don't do that please write to me?

I only know for sure what goes on in my own head.

(well actually I am not too sure about that some days)

In the mean time, I am sending all of you thoughts of good health, happiness,

success, and love of God and nature.  :)

Kes © 2007

Attention Parents

ATTENTION PARENTS!

     When your child is on the computer and you want to tell him or her something, do not think that it is going to register in their brain. You must first make them look right at you. Then you give them the message. Then you have them write it down on a piece of paper. No, not on their computer, a real piece of paper. This will give you a much greater chance to make sure they at least heard you. The same applies to adults on the computer. If you don't believe me, tell them something, go back in a few minutes and see if they have a clue as to what you said.
The computer world is a whole different world. It can make you concentrate like nothing else. But only on IT!
The rest of the world doesn't really exist.
If you can be on the computer and still focus accurately on something else, you are either a genius or are only half listening and giving boring answers to the human talking to you. It is more like, mmm hmmm, Oh,,kewol.
Know anyone like that?
The reason I was inspired to write this, is that I know of a ten year old who was punished by his Father unfairly because of not listening while on the computer. Maybe he will read this and learn something.  
I would like to test his responses when he plays his own video games!!! (          ) <-----this space is reserved for what I said when I found out how he punished him. It is not something I would want to put into print. Hope you will treat your children with understanding and make sure the punishment fits the crime. Kes©2007

"Frozen Banana and Grape Snacks"

If you like fruit, you will love these. I buy grapes at their best and take them home, wash and freeze them. When bananas look good, I buy lots of them and when at perfect ripeness, I Peel them and put one in each pint size zip lock bag and freeze them immediately. This fruit treat is better than any fattening snacks. People often ask me at the check out why I am buying so much fruit. I am eager to tell them and hope everyone will soon know how tasty and healthy they are.

Kes © 2007


How to freeze fruit ....click link below.
http://extension.missouri.edu/xplor/hesguide/foodnut/gh1502.htm

"Fourth Of July"

People were celebrating early in my neighborhood, and they didn't quit until 3:00 AM, so I am really tired today. I was sure a bomb had hit our house one time. I sat up straight in bed, then checked the house. I don't like the fireworks as I almost got hit in the eye one year in the parking lot near where the big event took place. A child threw a lit firecracker out of the window of his parent's car as I walked past and it nearly hit me in the eye. I heard that "sparklers' are hotter than road flares, yet you see little tiny children holding them. I think we should celebrate by planting trees to help with air quality. I know, it is tradition and it makes a lot of money for some in the business, but it is also dangerous and many get hurt each year. Yep, I am a Fourth of July Party Pooper. :(
Kes ©2007

Go here to see fireworks! http://www.capecodphotoalbum.com/falfw.mov

"Here I Stand"

Here I stand

All Ragged and dirty

When the boys

Come to kiss me

I'll run like

a Turkey.

HAHAHA.....My Gramma taught me that.  I was thinking about her last night and remembering the old outhouse on her farm.  It was down a path that curved away from the house.  If you haven't experienced an "outhouse" adventure, you have missed out on a truly wonderful  human experience.

It was always quiet in the outhouse and you could think your own thoughts and day dream as you sat looking around at the weathered wood with knot holes in the boards.  A very comforting place.

The path that led to it was a well worn narrow path with wild flowers on each side, millions of trilliums in the spring, the fresh smell of dew on all sorts of trees and bushes.   Little animals scurrying in the tall grass.   I was afraid that someday I might see a bear but I never did. 

     The outhouse smell was not bad, just an earthy smell.  Gramma would pour lye or lime down the holes every once in awhile.  It was grey powdery stuff anyhow.  

     An old sears catalog was in the outhouse for reading or wiping.  Dried corn cobs that had been stripped of corn were there as well.  (never did use one of those) haha

     My older sister used to hide out in the outhouse when it was time to do the dishes.  Gramma and I didn't care.  It was our special time to visit.  Sis would stroll in and act surprised that the dishes were all washed and put away.  She always did this.  Did she think we didn't notice?  hahahaha 

     It was a standard rule that you weren't to bother anyone when they were in the outhouse.

If the wooden latch wasn't turned at lock, you knew it was occupied.  No knocking on the door was permitted.  It was a slower time back then.  I miss it.  No one was ever in a hurry.  Just a steady movement doing chores, knitting by the fire, reading a book, singing hymns in the evening.  No one today knows that peace, I am sure.  Now we are all busy as beavers doing nothing that important.  If it were legal, I would have an outhouse built in my back yard.  No holes, just a bench, an old sears catalog, and maybe a few corn cobs.

Kes©2007

     

I needed a Safari upgrade

in order to see the tools ......

Thanks Mr. Tech Man!




Kes :)

Dear Mr. Tech Person

Dear Mr. Tech Person:

I still don't see the icons that you clicked on to make a link live. Where are they hiding?

Kes

"Bottom Feeder"

Interesting title isn't it? Well, it just popped into my head as it occurred to me that having these stories with the latest on the top is not fair to the new reader. I think they should start reading on the bottom. That is my advice to the new readers coming over to this blog from my 237 page website. That URL is: http://hometown.aol.com/kesti16/Kesti1.HTM
and the URL for a synopsis of al my pages is: http://members.aol.com/Tressba/AllMYPagesTwo.HTM
I know, some people start reading the last page of a book first. Now why would you do that? You wouldn't want to read about the last day of your life and work back..it is the same thing. Stop it. If you think I am too bossy, well, maybe I am.
I like to organize projects but I am not organized in my office. I am a GEMINI after all. If you want to comment on my attitudes, feel free. That is what the comment box is for. Did you know that you should never end a sentence with a preposition?
Ok..ok...That is why the comment box is located after this blog. (Happy Now? Miss Julsrud?)
Any misspelled word jumps off of the page at me because of her. (Miss Julsrud) except my own...they continue to surprise me at "spell check". Strange how that works...reminds me of the bible quote that says Take the log out of your own eye before you take the speck out of another's....or something like that.
You will either love me or hate me and if you hate me you won't be reading much of my blog so I won't worry about it ...well just a little, maybe. I encourage you to share my url with others on your blogs or sites. (Why should you suffer alone?) :)
I have rambled on long enough for one blog. START AT THE BOTtoM!
(I love you guyz)

Kes 2007