A good night's sleep, chocolate, the happiness and satisfaction of sharing on AgingCare forum. Does anyone have some favorite things to think about? Yes, this phrase is from the song in the movie "The sound of Music". My husband and I often resort to using movie lines and song to improve communication. We were the only two in a gathering of people who heard the background music playing. We both had the same (cassette tape/CD). A connection bringing two people together. To this day, we crack up when one uses a simple movie line to make a serious point.
SO, What is one of your favorite movie line, some of your favorite things?
A fruit by any other name.
Is it a tomato?
Then that quote continues to call fig a fruit a couple of times. 😄
It helps a bit that we do not eat the male figs, with the wasps.😫
briny hell .
I just printed out some verses to a song.
Totally innocent here.
I was going to ask you what is fig pudding?
but then you asked me for the recipe.
I am so confused, and now I am sure you all are from a different land,
way back when. Figs, wasps, inverted flowers...
And BTW, is a fig the same as a prune? They are looking kinda gross to start with!. (The prunes, I mean.)
Thanks for the lesson Glad.
Oh, gotta run now, just found my semi-sweet chocolate bar. Been missing for 3 days!
Madge, my first date was a Norwegian!
Pardon me, I think the free association bug has bit me.
"The hills are alive, with the sound of music!"
But the wasps enter the male figs, and we eat the female figs.
It is rare that the female wasp will enter the female fig, as there is no room to lay eggs. But yet it can happen and if the wasps enters the female fig(the one we eat, well I don't eat), then she dies there. But the figs enzymes will break the wasp down mostly, but not all the way. So yes it is possible to eat a wasp in your figs.
So there you go, but really eating a little wasp is probably way better than a lot of the things that they add to foods. Yup!
Fig pudding. Do you look for the wasp when preparing fruit?
As the Huffington Post points out, figs are not fruit– they're actually inverted flowers. As such, they require a specific kind of pollination that can only come from fig wasps– wasps that have to die inside the fruit in order for the fruit to mature, since figs cannot be pollinated by wind or normal bees.
That is my learn something new every day for today.
We Wish You a Merry Christmas
Traditional
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas,
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin;
Good tidings for Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding,
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding,
Oh, bring us a figgy pudding and a cup of good cheer. Refrain
We won't go until we get some,
We won't go until we get some,
We won't go until we get some, so bring some out here. ......
Sounds more like trick or treat!
Tweety heard it, was singing along happily this morning.
"It's a wonderful life" movie.
Jimmy Stewart quote:
“You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down."
Thinking of doing away with any top sheet, and just using the lightweight comforter. It might not stand up to that many washings needed though.
It is a pain to wash.
Sunrise and sunsets good wine and some cat purrs,
78’s records, including light operas,
A swim in the sea, or just watching a bee.
These are a few of my favourite things.
When the house is quit and mice aren't even moving...LOL
All my cats are behaving.
Fresh cut grass!
These are a few of my favorite things!
Just guessing that the admins are doing their job unbeknownst to us.
They must be monitoring posters whose goal is to cause trouble over religious discussions and politics.
Shakespeare wrote:
“Now let it work. Mischief, thou art afoot. Take thou what course thou wilt.”
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
End.
Out-take:
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it.
And-which is more-you'll be a caregiver so done.