Saviour in Black High Heels
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Posted:Apr 19, 2007 12:28 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2007 1:20 pm 5084 Views
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In a suffering world of terrorism, wars, disease, violent weather, mass murders and dimishing regard for our fellow humans....I thought I would share this BEAUTIFUL little story. Lord knows we could all use some good news for a change!!!
This happened yesterday where I live, in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada.
An 88 year old lady (white haired, lively and sharp as a whip) was going home from her medical appointment on her little mobile (medical) scooter. It was a gorgeous day and she was on her scooter for the first time this spring, enjoying the fresh air and the freedom. She had taken this route several times before, and always crossed the train tracks both ways. This time as she crossed the tracks, her scooter wheel got stuck on the tracks somehow, and flipped over, pinning her underneath. Right ON the tracks. She was unable to move herself off them. She began to yell and wave the best she could for help. It is a high traffic area and she hoped someone would see her. No one was stopping. She was off to the side of the road sort of, so chances are people just did not notice her right away. To her horrer, she looked up the track she was on and saw a train coming. She began to think that this is the way she will die. Suddenly a bus driver saw her plight and stopped. People got out and began running to her...and in the meantime...suddenly out of nowhere it seemed, there was a lovely woman in black high heels bending over her. The woman saw the train coming so close and knew she had only one chance to pull the elderly woman to safety. She grabbed her around the waist, pulled for all she was worth and fell off the track with the elderly lady in her arms. The train passed barely 4 inches away from the scooter lady's foot. The woman then made sure she was alright, and passed her over to all the other people who by now had gathered around, and she then quietly disappeared off the scene.
It took a day to find the lady who saved her. She phoned the radio stations to tell her story...and told the police...and witnesses told their stories...and finally they found the woman. A shy, unassuming lady who was in a car with her own elderly Mom (taking her to a doctor's appointment too.)
The story now has been blasting all over radio and television news and even became national news. Today...the scooter lady got her wish. She met the beautiful lady in black high heels that saved her life. The meeting was beautiful. They both cried. Reality has replaced some of the shock they are both in. The younger woman has a broken rib and a sore back. Her parting words to the scooter lady today were: "If my back gets worse than it is now, can I borrow your scooter?" They laughed, hugged and the very lucky, dear soul promised her she could. lol The scooter lady by the way is unharmed physically and cannot stop thanking all ..especially the beautiful lady in black high heels for her life.
So...there ya go! When we get to feeling down and out from all the bad news we continually hear these days, we have only to remember that there ARE still beautiful things happening too!
God bless!
PrairieSky
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From Prairie's Kitchen...
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Posted:Mar 26, 2007 9:13 am
Last Updated:Apr 1, 2007 10:52 pm 3969 Views
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Here's that wonderful FAT-FREE carrot/pineapple cake recipe I promised everyone in the chatroom the other night.
Carrot-Pineapple Cake
2 1/2 C. unbleached flour
1 1/3 C. sugar
2 teaspoons baking soda
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
2 cans (8 oz. each) crushed pineapple in juice (including the juice)
1/4 C. skim milk
4 egg whites lightly beaten
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
2 C. (packed) grated carrotts
1/2 C. golden raisins
1/3 C. choppped pecans
Cream Cheese Icing
8 oz. nonfat or low-fat cream cheese
1 C.nonfat ricotta cheese
1/2 C. icing sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1.Combine the flour, sugar, baking soda and cinnamon in a medium sized bowl, and stir to mix well. Stir in the pineapple, including the juice, and the milk, egg whites, and vanilla extract. Fold in the carrots, raisins and pecans. Mix in well.
2.Coat a 9" x 13" pan with nonstick cooking spray. Spread the batter evenly in the pan, and bake at 325 degrees F. for about 45 min. (NOTE: THAT IS THE TIME IT TAKES ON MY CONVECTION OVEN.) or just until a wooden toothpick inserted in the centre of the cake comes out clean. Cool to room temperature.
3.To make the icing, combine all of the icing ingredients in a food processor, and process until smooth. Spread the icing over the cake, and serve immediately. Refrigerate any leftovers.
ENJOY!!!
I can honestly say this is the best carrott cake I've ever had....and WOW.....NO FAT!!!
PrairieSky
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IF YOU COULD MEET ANY 3 PEOPLE...
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Posted:Jan 1, 2007 2:51 pm
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2007 1:34 pm 3903 Views
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January 1st, 2007...WOW...Happy New Year everyone!
There are so many people in this world I would like to meet now or would have liked to meet before they died. It's hard to decide, but if I had to pick only three (dead or alive) I guess I would pick: MICHAELANGELO, ELVIS PRESLEY and MARGRET THATCHER. Oh darn...there are soooo many more. Oh well.
Please tell me the three YOU would most love to meet!!??
PrairieSky
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WAKE UP CALL
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Posted:Dec 16, 2006 12:14 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2012 6:29 pm 3291 Views
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Mood: Sad and Thankful.
I was in the chatroom this morning...suffering with very sore joints caused by the mild, damp winter here...and feeling very sorry for myself indeed! I was going on about how my yoga stretches keep me moving a little at least and my reiki treatments help curb the pain a bit.
Then a friend of mine came into the room and announced that a brother in law she was close to died suddenly. She was feeling pretty bad. Then a lady came into the room and announced that she had just found out that her 16 y.o. is terminally ill. This will be his last Christmas. My heart broke for her and for my friend. Then I thought of another chatter in SFF who recently found out she was terminally ill too. Suddenly I felt stupid about my petty complaining. I decided to pass on my sympathies and leave the room and grit my teeth through the joint pain and just get done what needed to get done around the house. I am damn lucky to be able to still move...see...hear...taste...touch....breathe. That poem "Lord Forgive Me When I Whine" has to be one of the best! One never has to look far to see troubles greater than their own. I'm glad God gives me that wake up call once in awhile.
I'm ready for my little Christmas on the prairies and I'm lucky to be alive and I'm thankful for good friends and my little family, distant as they are... and for my cozy home and enough to eat and drink and for the freedom to pray to my God for those who do not have those things and for those who must spend this special season fighting in trenches and killing other human beings and maybe being killed themselves.
Oh Lord Forgive me when I whine...I have everything...the world is mine!
A PEACEFUL CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND MAY YOUR NEW YEAR BRING YOU ONLY GOOD THINGS!!!
PrairieSky
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BETTER THAN PUMPKIN PIE!
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Posted:Nov 23, 2006 12:06 am
Last Updated:Dec 27, 2006 11:21 pm 2514 Views
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MOOD: Friendly 
Ahh..Thanksgiving again. I always wonder and hope that everyone does actually take a moment at least to give thanks for what they have. Afterall that is what the day is supposed to be about.
A very happy Thanksgiving to all Americans. Of course we Canadians celebrated ours in October...and when we did, I discovered something better than the traditional pumpkin pie! (I never thought I'de say that.) So, for your Thanksgiving day, I share with you this very special recipe and if you make it, please let me know if you think it's better than pumpkin pie too! I know I won't be making the pie anymore.
ENJOY!
Spiced Pumpkin Cake
Prep time: 20 min.
Cooking time: 50 ‒ 60 min.
12 Servings.
1 Package (510 g) *Betty Crocker Carrot Supermoist* cake mix. (no substitutes).
4 eggs.
1/3 Cup butter (cubed) (75 ml)
1 Can (14 oz / 398ml) pumpkin puree (NOT pie filling)
1 Can (385 ml) evaporated milk.
2/3 Cup packed brown sugar (150 ml)
1 ½ teaspoons pumpkin pie spice (7 ml)
Preheat oven to 350 F. (180 C.)
Generously grease and flour 10 inch spring form pan.
In bowl, stir together cake mix and one egg until crumbly.
With pastry cutter or two knives, cut in butter until mixture resembles coarse crumbs.
Set aside 1 cup of this mixture; Press remaining mixture over base and one inch up sides of prepared spring form pan.
In bowl, beat together pumpkin, milk, sugar, spice and remaining eggs. Pour into pan
Sprinkle evenly with reserved cup of cake mix mixture.
Bake 50 ‒ 60 min until top is golden brown and filling is set. Run a knife around edge of pan.
Let cake cool in pan on wire rack. Serve warm.
Delicious by itself, or with ice cream or whipped cream.
Thanksgiving hugs to all.....
PrairieSky
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Origin of the word
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Posted:Oct 12, 2006 10:10 am
Last Updated:Jan 7, 2007 11:07 pm 2595 Views
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Mood: Inquisitive
In the chatroom this morning the question came up: "How did the word Yankee originate?" ...Um...I think I asked the question. lol I thought for sure someone from the northern U.S. would enlighten me, but not so. I finally looked it up and this was about the most straight-forward answer I could find without spending hours and hours searching. Very interesting and I hope all of you find it so too. Whoever said you can't learn anything from a chatroom? lol
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What is the origin of the word "Yankee"? --Listener, WFBR, Baltimore
The origins of "Yankee" have been fiercely debated throughout the history of the Republic, and to this day the Oxford English Dictionary says the source of the word is "unascertained." Perhaps the most widely accepted explanation was advanced by H.L. Mencken, the well-known newsman-scholar (and don't tell me that isn't an unusual combination), who argued that Yankee derives from the expression Jan Kaas, literally "John Cheese." This supposedly was a derogatory nickname bestowed on the Dutch by the Germans and the Flemish in the 1600s. (Wisconsin cheeseheads can undoubtedly relate.)
The English later applied the term to Dutch pirates, and later still Dutch settlers in New York applied it to English settlers in Connecticut, who were known for their piratical trading practices. During the French and Indian War the British general James Wolfe took to referring derisively to the native New Englanders in his army as Yankees, and the term was widely popularized during the Revolutionary War by the song "Yankee Doodle." By the war's end, of course, the colonists had perversely adopted the term as their own. Southerners used Yankee pejoratively to describe Northerners during the Civil War, but found themselves, along with all other Americans, called thus by the English during world wars I and II.
The alternative explanations--Mencken lists 16 of them--are that Yankee derives from various Indian languages, or from Scottish, Swedish, Persian, etc. James Fenimore Cooper claimed that Yankee resulted from a fractured attempt by the Indians to pronounce the word "English." But most others think Cooper was about as good an etymologist as he was a novelist.
--CECIL ADAMS
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Hail to the Queen…“SouthernWoman!”
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Posted:Sep 9, 2006 11:13 am
Last Updated:Jun 18, 2010 10:43 am 2928 Views
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This is a story dedicated to my long time chatroom friend Southern Woman. A sweet lady I have deservedly dubbed “Queen of Typos”. She will probably never live this adorable and hilarious typo down, and rightly so. Some things just should never die. Lol lol lol. With SW’s permission, I’ve told this little story in the chatroom and again with her permission, I bring it to blogland.
It was the evening of a Mother’s Day a few years ago…and all the regulars and um…’irregulars’…lol… were gathered in the chat room lobby. Mother’s Day is like any other day to me, so instead of sitting around feeling sorry for myself, I enjoy coming into the room and listening to all the neat things Moms from all over the world got to do that day with their and grandkids. Thanks to sweet and gentle SouthernWoman from Georgia …this Mother’s Day turned out to be quite hilarious.
Some of you know SouthernWoman well and will know that this lady is the absolute epitome of genteel. A genuine southern belle…always sweet…always gentle. I’ve even heard rumours that she is that way OUT of the chatroom. lol
Fuzzy Angel (another chatter from same city as me) and I were engaging SouthernWoman in chat this particular evening, asking her about how her Mother’s Day festivities went. She replied quite excitedly that her family had a wonderful BBQ in her honour. She told us of all the things she and her family and friends did and it was a joy hearing her go on about it. She ended her excited little recount with: “ohhh…we had so much fukn!”
Silence… FuzzyAngel and I were silent. SouthernWoman was silent. Lol lol lol lol.
Now if any of you know me at all, you will automatically know that it would near about KILL me to remain silent for very long in such a situation. I just could not resist finally breaking the silence with : “gee…extra activities at this BBQ”. Lol lol SouthernWoman replied: “I hoped no one would see that, but should have known YOU would.” FuzzyAngel was laughing so hard at this point I think she was having a hard time typing. Lol lol lol Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what a laugh we all had…….and we all still laugh about it to this day!
So…SouthernWoman…girlfriend…this blog is for you sweetie…thank you for the best medicine of laughter…(and I know you had much laughter yourself over it through the years)…I send you hugs and a champagne toast…”TO THE QUEEN OF TYPOS!!!”
Bowing out…
PrairieSky
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What Matters Most
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Posted:Aug 15, 2006 9:19 pm
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2015 6:09 pm 2587 Views
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Mood: Pensive
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live and how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the .
It doesn't interest me whom you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
I wish I had written this, for I truly think it all the time!
PrairieSky
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Letting Go...
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Posted:Jul 15, 2006 12:01 am
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2006 10:21 am 2567 Views
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Another one that has helped me out a lot in the last 8 years of my life. Such wise words...and again...a shame the author is unknown! Hope you get as much from this as I have.
Hugs! PrairieSky
LETTING GO
To let go does not mean to stop caring.
It means I can't do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off.
It's the realization I can't control another.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame another.
It's to make the most of myself.
To let go is not to care for...
but to care about.
To let go is not to fix...
but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to try arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own destinies.
To let go is not to be protective.
It's to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny,
but accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold or argue...
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and accept them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and to love more.
Unknown Author.
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I BELIEVE...
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Posted:Jul 11, 2006 2:47 pm
Last Updated:Nov 24, 2006 10:23 am 2323 Views
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This is something that I read often.(Along with Kahlil Gibran's "The Prophet", the Desiderata and the Holy Bible.) I wish I knew who wrote it originally, for it has helped me get through the last 8 years with my sanity relatively intact. It's helped me to grow, find some inner peace and to know myself a little better. I wanted to share it with you all.
Hugs...PrairieSky
I BELIEVE
I believe…that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.
I believe…that no matter how good a friend is, they are going to hurt you every once in awhile and you must forgive them for that.
I believe…that you can keep going long after you think you can’t.
I believe …that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.
I believe…that either you control your attitude or it controls you.
I believe…that money is a lousy way of keeping score. I also believe that life is more precious than money will ever be able to be.
I believe…that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re
down, will be the ones to help you get back up.
I believe…that sometimes when I’m
Angry, I have the right to be angry, but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.
I believe…that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.
I believe…that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself too.
I believe…that no matter how badly your heart is broken, the world does not stop for your grief.
I believe…that two people can look at the exact same issue and see something totally different.
I believe…that your life can be changed in a matter of hours, by people who don’t even know you.
I believe…that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.
I believe…that it’s taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.
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