Sunday, December 20, 2009

5 Chances to win a HP TouchSmart 600 PC

Blogher and HP, as well as 5 bloggers who reviewed the HP TouchSmart 600 PC are doing a give away. Each of the 5 reviewers will be giving away a HP TouchSmart! All you have to do is comment on their blog!
Jen from My Charming Kids is giving one!
Kelly from Kelly's Corner is another!
NieNie from The NieNie Dialogues as well!
Sophie who is BooMama is another~!
and then there is Stephanie from A year of Slow Cooking making our five!

Good luck to everyone!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers and grandmothers.

by Helen Steiner Rice

A Mother's love is somethingthat no one can explain,
It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,
It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what may
For nothing can destroy it or take that love away . . .
It is patient and forgiving
when all others are forsaking,
And it never fails or falters
even though the heart is breaking . . .
It believes beyond believing
when the world around condemns,
And it glows with all the beauty
of the rarest, brightest gems . . .


I have this Lady friend
Whose Mother passed away
Moving to a better place
And, a peaceful day.
I know about the pain
That, she is going through
Because the loss of "Mom"
Is the saddest, that is true.
Sometimes, it is a blessing
When their "life" is in decline
Not, what it used to be
, "everything" worked fine.
But still, it hurts so much
When Mother goes away
When you know you won't see Her
For, forever and a day.
But the memories will be there
And will help, to get you through
When, you're thinking of Mom
And, feeling kind of blue.

Monday, April 13, 2009


This one will keep your attention to the end....... It really makes you think........

A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students,

'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.'

The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.

'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'

'Yes sir,' the student says.

'So you believe in God?'


'Is God good?'

'Sure! God's good.'

'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'


'Are you good or evil?'

'The Bible says I'm evil.'

The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'

'Yes sir, I would.'

'So you're good...!'

'I wouldn't say that.'

'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'

The student does not answer, so the professor continues.

'He doesn't, does He? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'

The student remains silent.

'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says.

He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.

'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'

'Er...yes,' the student says.

'Is Satan good?'

The student doesn't hesitate on this one.


'Then where does Satan come from?'

The student falters. 'From God'

'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son, is there evil in this world?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'


'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'

Again, the student has no answer.

'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'

The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'

'So who created them?'

The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question.

'Who created them?'

There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.

'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'

The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'

The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'

'No sir. I've never seen Him.'

'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'

'No, sir, I have not.'

'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'

'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'

'Yet you still believe in him?'


'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'

'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'

'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'

The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of his own.

'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'

'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'

'And is there such a thing as cold?'

'Yes, son, there's cold too.'

'No sir, there isn't.'

The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested.

The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.

'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees. Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'

Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.

'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'

'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'

'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word. In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'

'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'

The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time.

'Flawed? Can you explain how?'

'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it. Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from monkey?'

'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'

'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'

The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.

'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'

The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.

'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'

The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?'

The class breaks out into laughter.

'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain?'

No one appears to have done so.

'So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir. So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'

Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.

Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'

'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'

Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'

To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'

The professor sat down.

Sunday, April 12, 2009


"Now after the Sabbath, as the first day of the week began to dawn, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to see the tomb. And behold, there was a great earthquake; for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat on it. His countenance was like lightning, and his clothing as white as snow. And the guards shook for fear of him, and became like dead men.

But the angel answered and said to the women, 'Do not be afraid, for I know that you seek Jesus who was crucified. He is not here; for He is risen, as He said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly and tell His disciples that He is risen from the dead, and indeed He is going before you into Galilee; there you will see Him. Behold, I have told you.'

So they went out quickly from the tomb with fear and great joy, and ran to bring His disciples word. And as they went to tell His disciples, behold, Jesus met them, saying, 'Rejoice!' So they came and held Him by the feet and worshiped Him." --Matthew 28:1-9

Praise the ONLY living and true GOD.....

Blessed Easter

Saturday, April 11, 2009

mother Sallie May Allen June 13, 1917-August 24, 1962
sister Betty Jane Springman June 2, 1946-October 1970
son Herbert David Ellison, Jr. June 28, 1963-October 7, 1992
twin granddaughters, Sydney and Paige Winters September 22, 1995
father Grover Cleveland Allen May 25, 1920-June 3, 1996
great grandson Ethan Marino August 4, 2004-August 9, 2004
husband Herbert David Ellison, Sr. May 27, 1942-September 8, 2006
When God sends forth a tiny soul
To learn the ways of earth,
A mother's love is waiting here --
We call this wonder -- birth
When God calls home a tired soul
And stills a fleeting breath
A Father's love is waiting there
This too is BIRTH -- not DEATH.

Author Unknown

Friday, April 10, 2009

Button Boxes and Button Societies

Most homes still have some sort of button box, ranging from a simple jar to hold the buttons snipped from the inside of a purchased garment to the most elaborate of collections. The popularity of button collecting has grown over the years with the main advantage being that even the thriftiest collector can start with only a small monetary investment. Buttons can range in price from a few cents for a handful of plastic buttons to thousands of dollars for a prized antique specimen. The National Button Society or NBS was started in 1938 and offers collectors opportunities in education, competition and seminars. Whether you are a serious button collector or just a fascinated onlooker, incorporating buttons in your next project might be just the thing to get you hooked on buttons.
The National Button Society
2733 Juno Place
Akron, Ohio 44333

Monday, April 6, 2009

Why do Women button from the left men from the right

Have you ever wondered why women button their clothing from left to right and men from right to left? Men generally dressed themselves, and since most were right-handed, it only made sense for buttons to be sewn on the right-hand side. Women who could afford buttons at the time had hand maidens who were mostly right-handed, so buttons were sewn on the left. The tailors of the time were accustomed to this and fashioned men's and women's clothing accordingly. The placing of buttons on the left for women and the right for men remains in place today.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

History of the button

I love buttons. I have two glass jars full. My mother and grandmother also loved and saved buttons. I don't know who got my grandmother's buttons, hopefully someone in her large family. I wasn't living near the family when she left this world. (I guess I could ask my uncle.) I know my step mother threw my mom's button tin away like she did most everything that was my moms. My mom also had a large bread box with all her clothing patterns that got tossed. My mom passed away in 1962 so think OLD patterns. I've got over it years ago but I try not to think about it. Here is some info about buttons.

Buttons - from the French word bouton, meaning bud or knob.

Buttons date back to prehistoric times when they were made from bones. Buttons were used primarily as ties until the invention of the buttonhole. At first Europeans used buttons only as decoration. Strings and pins were used to hold their clothing together. During the 13th Century people desired more fitted clothing and this led to the use of buttons as fasteners. Most people had buttons made from bone, bronze, or wood. Royalty and the rich displayed their status with buttons made of gold or silver, and sometimes embellished with jewels.