Wordless Wednesday

Ok, so Grandma J doesn't know who hosts Wordless Wednesday, and she's never participated before.


Does she need an invite? A sponsor?

Anyway, it's Wednesday and shes here.....wordless!

Because these baby bald eagles hatched and she's been obsessed with watching the mom and dad feed them.

These screen shots aren't the best because they were taken as the sun was started to set, and there was a glare on the live feed cam.

Here's the link to the Twin Harbor Bald Eagle's nest if you want to watch them. The nest is on Catalina Island, off the coast of So. CA.

Happy Wordless Wednesday.....this is fun!  And if you have a link to the host please let me know!

Thank Goodness It's Tuesday


Because Monday was a nightmare.  It was such a nighmare, some folks never got out of their jammies.    They never made it to aqua aerobics either.

Blogger was playing games and the more they played  the more Grandma J tried to fix the glitch.   It got so bad, she finally did a restore on her laptop.  It would have been nice if that would have worked like it has so many times before....

click on picture to enlarge

But once it went through the restore cycle, and it started to reboot, this is what Grandma J got!

And after forty minutes, Grandma J decided to stop all activity and got this.....

That's when she pulled the plug.  Then she curled up in a ball and sucked her thumb.

Later, Grandma J restarted her laptop, ignoring the  safe recovery suggestion.  She immediately checked with Blogger, just to find out it was their boo-boo all along.

How was your Monday?

A to Z Monday
...the edible edition

Brought to you by the letter J for JELL-O. And, don't you just know, there's always room for JELL-O.




Grandma J wants to talk to you about vintage JELL-O. Ok, this isn’t exactly Vintage JELL-O! Because vintage is something she knows all about first hand, and wants to share with you.


Let's get started....

JELL-O was instrumental in spreading gossip across party lines in 1933. Big Brother had nothing on Cora Manning.

               

 

And, of course JELL-O was the hit at all college dorms in 1934. Even today, JELLO is a college staple.....

picture of five zillion jello shots goes here

Fast forward to the dorm refrigerator, 2010......That's right, you can thank great grandma for JELL-O shots.

 

Of course there was nothing like JELL-O to help with the family budget. No stimulus or bailouts needed in the '30. Of course the Great Depression was in full swing, and that meant Grandma J's grandmother was serving up blue potatoes. You've never heard of blue potatoes? Someday Grandma J will share that story if she hasn't already.

Of course, in 1933, the Depression had very little effect on Mrs. Dewey as she introduced a plethora of new JELL-O recipes.

In the 50's Jello was a favorite at Jack's birthday party......poor Jack.

Let's fast forward to the late '60s, early '70s when our nation fell into la-la land, and people walked around with flowers in their hair smoked pot, dropped acid out , and sang Kumbyah....

and women of high fashion with thin hair wore hats that looked like a JELL-O mold.

Yeah, the era had no flies on the JELL-O creative art department.......eating JELL-O could make you wish you were a whale.......

......or a psychedelic zebra........

Have you ever, in your wildest days, wanted to be a Yak?

And, if you actually turned into a human version of a whale....well, JELL-O could fix that too.

Grandma J was a new bride when this recipe came on the scene in the 60's. What a blast from the past because when she made this pie, her young family thought she was the Betty Croker of JELL-O.

 

Now, here is an ad that freaks out Grandma J....without hallucinogens! Brace yourself.....

Is it any wonder why these JELL-O for Salad packs never really became a big hit?


Now you can go make yourself some jello, or you  can read the history of JELL-O at Wiki.




Now, mosey on over to Jen's blog, Unglazed and check out a plethora of J foods. And if you are still in your jammies, then you may as well stay put and join us at A to Z Mondays. I'll even help you.....tell us what you know about JuJu B's, and if Grandma J spelled that wrong then you can always mention that in your post.

If you can't see the pictures, it's because they were just little X's and Grandma J removed them, then tried to put them back.... so use your imagination.   Seriously, trying to fix this  problem (which is probably a Blogger-wide issue) has created bigger ones for Grandma J......some involving a guy named Jack Daniels, which is serious in itself.

 

Hey Winston!
That's a cop car, not a chew toy!

 So off to jail he went.

 A Chattanooga Police officer, while running radar at 1410 Workman Road on Sunday night, had his patrol car attacked by a ferocious bulldog.

Officer Clayton Holmes said he had stopped to work on a report when he felt his car shaking. He got out to investigate and what he found was a bulldog chewing on his patrol car.


Let's watch Winston in action, shall we?




For some reason, Grandma J thinks Officer Clayton Holmes must have done something to get Winston so riled up.

In The Swim

Grandma J finally joined an aqua aerobics class.  It's off site since the pool here at The Spa holds just about 2 1/2 people....maybe.

So, she joined a class at the Boys & Girls Club because it's cheaper than a full gym membership at Gold's.  There's also a drill sargeant instructor, life guard, and get this...there's only one looney man in the class who is very animated.

Grandma J ignores him and tries to mingle amongst the old women.   She's extremely glad about the over chlorination of the pool.  Sorry, no explanation on that. 

Of course this new class and location is actually much nicer than the one Grandma J used to go to at the Compound.  And of course the one lone perv man has nothing on the men at the Compound. 

You do remember the men who hung out at the aqua aerobics at the Compound, right?

Now a nice man in a hot tub in July, in Virginia, at Blog Fest is a whole different story. 

Now, there is no need to get jealous....just sign up for this year's Blog Fest.  

Art at it's best....

A first grade girl handed in the drawing below for her homework assignment.

The teacher graded it and the child brought it home.
She returned to school the next day with the following note:

Dear Ms. Davis,

I want to be perfectly clear on my child's homework illustration. It is NOT of me on a dance pole on a stage in a strip joint surrounded by male customers with money. I work at Home Depot and had commented to my daughter how much money we made in the recent snowstorm. This drawing is of me selling a shovel.

Sincerely,

Mrs. XXXXXX

Once Upon a Time...

...a little boy, not quite three years old was diagnosed with leukemia.

 He went throught all kinds of chemo for over three years.

 He endured lumbar punctures regularly....

And cranial radiation on his little head.....

There were times his life depended on him being fed trough a tube...

But today, as a nine year old survivor and my hero .....

 He was tapped into St Baldrick's Knights of the Bald Table...

 And had his head shaved, along with raising over $500 $600 for pediatric cancer.

A to Z Monday
the ingestable edition

Brought to you by the letter i

instant coffee....the latest company to enter the market is Starbucks...Grandma J tried it, because someone bought her some. 

instant coffee isn't for everybody, but Grandma J didn't want to get involved with too much talk about ice cream.  Because....ice cream is really her favorite i food, and her biggest temptation. 

Now,  let's take a walk down my grandmother's memory lane.  Here is a plethora of some vintage instant coffee ads...just for you.

Remember, just click on the ads to enlarge for easy reading.

Who does this?   Anyone hand  feed that special someone in your life their morning Borden's coffee?

George Washington instant coffee was a trailblazer in the instant coffee business....however, it never made it across the Delaware.

But, George Washington was no fool, nor was he a wimp.  Men everywhere were learning how to boil water.  What an epiphany!

Hot or cold, instant coffee was becoming a big hit in the 40's.

Looks like instant Chase & Sanborn finally made it down the Pike in the 50's!

But alas, in the 60's it was Nescafe who introduced the New Jet Process that explodes pure coffee.

Grandma J can tell you, instant coffee had nothing on plain old instant milk......

Betty Crocker introduced her brand in the 40's boasting the fact that it didn't spoil or curdle.  

 Grandma J can't help but wonder how it shrunk that woman on the right to make her short enough to play a child in that ad.   An added bonus is the recipe for swedish meatballs.

Of course  MIL-KO instant milk was compared to water, and  cheaper too, but with only half the calories of whole milk.  All Grandma J can say is no kidding.   Grandma J remembers her mother trying on numerous occasions, to jump on the instant milk bandwagon in the 50's with Carnation instant milk.  She should have stuck with it for baking and cooking only.....it never went over in a big way with her family for drinking or cereal.   It tasted awful and it looked like dirty yellowy water.

Did you grow up with instant milk?   Do you drink instant coffee? 

Now, mosey on over to A to Z Mondays, hosted by Jen at Unglazed, and check out some fascinating i foods.   It's never too late to join in!

TEXTING, TEXTING......
....can you hear me now?

One of my blisters posts text conversations she has with her  college age kids.   

Because I have no imagination of my own, and because I have some conveniently confusing quality conversations with my granddaughter, I thought I'd be a copy cat and share one with you.   You might just call it plagerizing her brainwaves.

Just for those who don't know, I drive my granddaughter to school every day.   Last Sunday night I thought I heard on the news that it was Spring Break in our school district.  

I texted my granddaughter to verify........

No, I didn't respond.

So, today I decided to make some cookies for a couple of my Irish friends. 

One  in particular is my neighbor Betty.   I know how much she loves her Irish heritage.

Then I let Margaret pick on the spoils.  Because she claims she's Irish too.

Mostly I honor my own Irish roots. Especially my paternal grandmother who came to this country alone....at the age of sixteen.  She traveled aboard the Oceanic from Queensland Ireland  to Ellis Island in June, 1900.