Does anyone else share my frustration? There are people who have established blogs on this site and have either never posted to the blog or it's been months and months since they posted.
At first I tried to post almost every few days, and mostly fresh material, not just sales pitches or gripes. But then I got shoved to the second page under service providers, along with several others that have not posted for a long time or never. How on earth can anyone find our blog now?
I wish there was some way to keep frequent posters listed on the front page so searchers would know there was reasonably fresh content on those blogs.
Just a thought. Who knows? Maybe no one reads these blogs anyway.
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Posted on Wed, Mar 22 2006 @ 11:33 PM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]Winter is rearing its head
Winter is supposed to be rearing its ugly head again this week and next. Forecasters are predicting we may have some or all of the following weather the rest of this week and next:
Heavy Rain
High Winds
Thunderstorms
Heavy Snow
Ice Build-Up
Dense Fog
Rapid Freeze Up
They're not sure yet how much snow we'll get as it depends on the path of the storm coming in from the north.
So much for waiting for spring and having nice gentle rains.
As always, watch the weather forecasts in the area you are moving toward and drive accordingly.
In the North Platte area you can dial 511 and get road conditions from the state patrol.
Heavy Rain
High Winds
Thunderstorms
Heavy Snow
Ice Build-Up
Dense Fog
Rapid Freeze Up
They're not sure yet how much snow we'll get as it depends on the path of the storm coming in from the north.
So much for waiting for spring and having nice gentle rains.
As always, watch the weather forecasts in the area you are moving toward and drive accordingly.
In the North Platte area you can dial 511 and get road conditions from the state patrol.
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Posted on Tue, Feb 14 2006 @ 11:46 PM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]what's the role of newspapers?
Do you read a newspaper regularly?
What, you might ask, is the role of the newspaper in today's world. Isn't everything we need to know on TV?
Well, yes and no. TV is a wonderful medium. It can get the news out to you from "on the scene" and there's no waiting. But as far as coverage of events in your community, TV has only a limited amount of air time. They can give only a few minutes to each story.
But newspapers can dig deeper and give you more facts.
You may read the paper to keep up on local events or to keep up with your grandkids' school achievements. Many read the paper to learn about obituaries, and when and where funerals are to be held. Others may read papers just for the ads, to know what's on sale this weekend.
The most important reason you should read the newspaper, is to become an informed member of your community. The newspaper keeps you in the know as to what happened in council and board meetings that you couldn't attend because you were on the road.
The actions taken at these meetings will affect your business, how your tax dollars are spent, your home and your family. It's your right to know what goes on at these open meetings and that's where your local newspaper works for you.
I hope you'll become a faithful reader of your hometown newspaper. You have a right to know what is going on in your community and to take an active voice in what goes on there.
What, you might ask, is the role of the newspaper in today's world. Isn't everything we need to know on TV?
Well, yes and no. TV is a wonderful medium. It can get the news out to you from "on the scene" and there's no waiting. But as far as coverage of events in your community, TV has only a limited amount of air time. They can give only a few minutes to each story.
But newspapers can dig deeper and give you more facts.
You may read the paper to keep up on local events or to keep up with your grandkids' school achievements. Many read the paper to learn about obituaries, and when and where funerals are to be held. Others may read papers just for the ads, to know what's on sale this weekend.
The most important reason you should read the newspaper, is to become an informed member of your community. The newspaper keeps you in the know as to what happened in council and board meetings that you couldn't attend because you were on the road.
The actions taken at these meetings will affect your business, how your tax dollars are spent, your home and your family. It's your right to know what goes on at these open meetings and that's where your local newspaper works for you.
I hope you'll become a faithful reader of your hometown newspaper. You have a right to know what is going on in your community and to take an active voice in what goes on there.
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Posted on Sun, Jan 29 2006 @ 3:13 PM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]Keep Smiling!
Have a happy day ...
drive safely ...
and keep smiling!!
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Posted on Tue, Jan 24 2006 @ 1:48 AM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]See Mid-America Diesel for ProHeat products
Contact
Mid-America Diesel
in North Platte, Nebraska
(308) 534-1206
for information on
ProHeat
climate control for your truck, plus save wear and tear on your truck during cold weather starting.
Mid-America Diesel
in North Platte, Nebraska
(308) 534-1206
for information on
ProHeat
climate control for your truck, plus save wear and tear on your truck during cold weather starting.
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Posted on Mon, Jan 23 2006 @ 12:53 AM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]recipe
For a change of pace, how about a recipe today? This bread is easy enough to make a child could do it with a little help. Seems like nothing makes the house smell better than something baking in the oven.
HOBO's BREAD
2 cups raisins
2 cups water
2 tsp. Soda
2 eggs
1½ cup sugar
1½ tsp. Vanilla
Pinch of salt
2 cups flour
1 cup nuts
Combine raisins, water and soda. Boil until it begins to foam; remove from heat and cool.
Beat the 2 eggs. Add the sugar, vanilla and salt. Mix in the raisin mixture and flour. Fold in the nuts.
Put in a well-greased bread pan. Bake 1 hour at 350 degrees.
HOBO's BREAD
2 cups raisins
2 cups water
2 tsp. Soda
2 eggs
1½ cup sugar
1½ tsp. Vanilla
Pinch of salt
2 cups flour
1 cup nuts
Combine raisins, water and soda. Boil until it begins to foam; remove from heat and cool.
Beat the 2 eggs. Add the sugar, vanilla and salt. Mix in the raisin mixture and flour. Fold in the nuts.
Put in a well-greased bread pan. Bake 1 hour at 350 degrees.
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Posted on Fri, Jan 06 2006 @ 11:52 PM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]The star that leads us
At the top of our Christmas trees most of us fix a star. It is a reminder that high over Bethlehem, when Jesus was born there was a star.
God hung this brilliant star to mark the place where Jesus was born. The Bethlehen star was so bright that it made all the other stars seem dim. It hung like God's favorite ornament in the sky.
The star pointed the way for the Wise Men to come and see Jesus. The star represents God's guiding hand.
On that night of Christ's birth the Bethlehem star was high above the heads of every man, but the Wise Men looked up and saw it and then followed it. All men could have seen it, but it was the Wise Men who followed it and brought gifts to baby Jesus.
You remember the song "Star of Wonder Star of Night, Star with Royal Beauty Bright. Westward leading still proceeding, Guide us to the perfect Light."
The Bible says that when the Wise Men found the baby in a manger they "had exceeding great joy."
One of the first songs we learn as children is "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder what you are." There is a tradition of making a wish on the evening star. "Star bright Star Light, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
In Pinocchio, Jiminy Cricket sang, "When you wish upon a star. makes no difference who you are.....when you wish upon a star, your dreams come true. "
Wishing on a star is a form of praying. What we wish for is our heart's deep desire, it is what we want most and we ask God for it and when we believe in God He will guide us to work toward the things that are most important to us.
The real star in the Christmas story is Jesus. He shines brighter and brighter in our lives as we learn more about Him. God gave us Jesus to brighten our lives, just as he put the Bethlehem star above the place where Jesus was born, and he lights the night sky with stars to brighten our way.
When we think of God creating stars, we might think of them as night lights to lighten the darkness.
Remember that God turns on the stars, the night lights for us, and that he gave us Jesus to love us and give us joy. When the Wise Men saw the baby Jesus they rejoiced and were glad. When we are led to Jesus we too find happiness. When we trust God He will make bright the way ahead.
-- by Joan Wetzel
God hung this brilliant star to mark the place where Jesus was born. The Bethlehen star was so bright that it made all the other stars seem dim. It hung like God's favorite ornament in the sky.
The star pointed the way for the Wise Men to come and see Jesus. The star represents God's guiding hand.
On that night of Christ's birth the Bethlehem star was high above the heads of every man, but the Wise Men looked up and saw it and then followed it. All men could have seen it, but it was the Wise Men who followed it and brought gifts to baby Jesus.
You remember the song "Star of Wonder Star of Night, Star with Royal Beauty Bright. Westward leading still proceeding, Guide us to the perfect Light."
The Bible says that when the Wise Men found the baby in a manger they "had exceeding great joy."
One of the first songs we learn as children is "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, how I wonder what you are." There is a tradition of making a wish on the evening star. "Star bright Star Light, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight."
In Pinocchio, Jiminy Cricket sang, "When you wish upon a star. makes no difference who you are.....when you wish upon a star, your dreams come true. "
Wishing on a star is a form of praying. What we wish for is our heart's deep desire, it is what we want most and we ask God for it and when we believe in God He will guide us to work toward the things that are most important to us.
The real star in the Christmas story is Jesus. He shines brighter and brighter in our lives as we learn more about Him. God gave us Jesus to brighten our lives, just as he put the Bethlehem star above the place where Jesus was born, and he lights the night sky with stars to brighten our way.
When we think of God creating stars, we might think of them as night lights to lighten the darkness.
Remember that God turns on the stars, the night lights for us, and that he gave us Jesus to love us and give us joy. When the Wise Men saw the baby Jesus they rejoiced and were glad. When we are led to Jesus we too find happiness. When we trust God He will make bright the way ahead.
-- by Joan Wetzel
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Posted on Sun, Jan 01 2006 @ 4:26 PM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]Through a child's eyes
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik
in a highchair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and
talking.
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his
fat baby hands on the high chair tray.
His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a
toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man
whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes
poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was
uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a
beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We
were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His
hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.
"Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said
to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"
Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi."
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the
man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.
Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,
"Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows
peek-a-boo."
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except
for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring
skid row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.
My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the
parking lot.
The old man sat poised between me and the door.
"Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I
prayed.
As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep
him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned
over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up"
position.
Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to
the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby
consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust,
love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged
shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his
lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled
my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever
loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.
The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened
and set squarely on mine.
He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he
were in pain.
I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've
given me my Christmas gift."
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering
why I was crying
and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God,
forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a
tiny child who saw no sin,
who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw
a suit of clothes.
I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.
I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a
moment when He shared His for all eternity.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me,
"To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."
-- from the Internet
in a highchair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and
talking.
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his
fat baby hands on the high chair tray.
His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a
toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.
I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man
whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes
poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was
uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a
beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We
were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His
hands waved and flapped on loose wrists.
"Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said
to Erik.
My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?"
Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi."
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the
man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby.
Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,
"Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows
peek-a-boo."
Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.
My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except
for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring
skid row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.
We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.
My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the
parking lot.
The old man sat poised between me and the door.
"Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I
prayed.
As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep
him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned
over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up"
position.
Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to
the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby
consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust,
love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged
shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his
lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled
my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever
loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.
The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened
and set squarely on mine.
He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone.
He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he
were in pain.
I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've
given me my Christmas gift."
I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.
With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering
why I was crying
and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God,
forgive me."
I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a
tiny child who saw no sin,
who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw
a suit of clothes.
I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not.
I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a
moment when He shared His for all eternity.
The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me,
"To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."
-- from the Internet
Category: General
Posted on Sun, Dec 18 2005 @ 11:54 PM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]Santa's Workshop
Here's a tip for something to do if you are staying overnight in North Platte, Nebraska.
Now through Dec. 31, Santa's Workshop is open evenings in Cody Park on North Highway 83. It's a delightful winter wonderland and great fun for the kids (of all ages, even those with gray hair!).
Now until Christmas Eve there are added attractions, such as the beautiful antique carousel is open for kids to have free rides, there are free hay sled rides Thursday through Saturday, plus many other events.
The concession stand is open and serving hot cider, hot chocolate, s'mores, and other snacks.
It's a real treat for everyone, and any charges are nominal.
Merry Christmas!
Now through Dec. 31, Santa's Workshop is open evenings in Cody Park on North Highway 83. It's a delightful winter wonderland and great fun for the kids (of all ages, even those with gray hair!).
Now until Christmas Eve there are added attractions, such as the beautiful antique carousel is open for kids to have free rides, there are free hay sled rides Thursday through Saturday, plus many other events.
The concession stand is open and serving hot cider, hot chocolate, s'mores, and other snacks.
It's a real treat for everyone, and any charges are nominal.
Merry Christmas!
Category: General
Posted on Fri, Dec 16 2005 @ 1:46 AM [CST]
[Permalink] [Comments - 0] [Send Article] [Improper]No Happy Holidays here
Don't expect a Happy Holidays greeting from me ... I don't know about you but I'm going to celebrate Christ's birth on Dec. 25, so I'm going to wish you a Merry and Blessed Christmas.
It just seems as though we Christians are willing to sit back and silently let the minority chink away at our beliefs until we stand for nothing.
We are so afraid of offending non-Christians that we fail to take a stand on any religious issue. We are becoming pasteurized Christians.
What do you think? I'd like to hear your feedback on this. Are you OK with the Happy Holidays greeting or do you want people to greet you with Merry Christmas?
Do you want stores to advertise Christmas gifts or Holiday gifts?
If you would like to weigh in with your opinion on this, please send your comments to pdannatt@kdsi.net
And in the meantime, drive carefully and dress warmly. It's going to be a cold, wintry week.
It just seems as though we Christians are willing to sit back and silently let the minority chink away at our beliefs until we stand for nothing.
We are so afraid of offending non-Christians that we fail to take a stand on any religious issue. We are becoming pasteurized Christians.
What do you think? I'd like to hear your feedback on this. Are you OK with the Happy Holidays greeting or do you want people to greet you with Merry Christmas?
Do you want stores to advertise Christmas gifts or Holiday gifts?
If you would like to weigh in with your opinion on this, please send your comments to pdannatt@kdsi.net
And in the meantime, drive carefully and dress warmly. It's going to be a cold, wintry week.
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Posted on Mon, Dec 05 2005 @ 1:13 AM [CST]
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