learn something new everyday

I learned how to make origami jumping frogs for my grandchildren. Every little boy I’ve ever known LOVES frogs…be they live, dead or made of paper!
I learned also that it takes very little expense to entertain children. Go make something with someone you love today.

It is amazing that in the time it takes to type this entry, I learned how to make an oragami frog! It is 8 in the morning and I have already added to my knowledge base!
I not only made the frog, I gave it to my little friend, Brenton to take to school with him. He thought it was pretty cool and I thought it was pretty cool that he thought it was!

The lady’s Duke was known to be quite a rigadooner. I’m not sure that’s the correct use of the verb rigadoon. Or is rigadoon a noun? I’m uncertain at this moment. But today I learned that is such a dance as called the rigadoon. I’ve yet to try dancing it. Apparently it was developed with gentlemen in mind and being the lady I am, (some would say girl, and not to act like one. But that’s a different story.) I’ll sit this one out. Thanks.

Rigadoon
We know that a rigadoon was a fancy bit of stepping on the spot, but different people suggest various interpretations. A common version is to tell dancers to jump on the spot with feet together, hop on the left foot with the right leg out to the right, jump feet together, hop on the right with the left leg out to the left. (The sequence is usually then repeated.) I quite like a restrained heel and toe step: hopping left touching my right heel on the ground, hop again putting my right toe on the ground, hop right with a left heel, hop right with a left toe.

I bought myself a branding kit…one of those for branding paper and such for scrapbooking and what have you. That was over a year ago. I just drug the dang thing out the other day and practiced a bit on a piece of cork and made an ATC with a picture of Doobie asleep. I posted that card in my gallery and three different people want to trade me one of thier cards for it! I made four cork cards that day and have made two more cards that are very similar to the first ‘Doob’ card I made.
So, I learned how to use my branding iron to good efficiency. Though I ain’t that vain to know that I do need to improve my technique. But that’s the joy of discovery…you can rediscover the same thing over and over, just in a different and better manner each time…understanding comes from repitition.

Yes, fish. I learned early this morning that my dog, Fred loves mackerel. I was making fish cakes at about 4:30 this morning when the dog sat his butt down by the stove and raised his head to get a better whiff of that delicious smell coming from that frying pan. I gave him what was left in the bowl when I’d filled the skillet with the last four patties remaining. There was still enough for about one patty but I figured that dog deserved it cause he sat there so patiently waiting for a taste. Is fish good for a dog? You got me! Can’t be bad for him though considering some of the disgusting things I know that dog has chewed on! The fish cakes turned out to be very good! Everyone ought to have fishcakes for breakfast every now again, yes???

As I was leaving my friend’s house this evening I was saying I was going to come home and cook a pork cutlet cause I was hungry. He says, “Yeah, you’ll probably go home cook something that starts with H and ends with T.”
His wife and I both looked at him like he’d lost his mind and said, “HUH?” at the same time. He just shook his head and wouldn’t elaborate more.
Can someone decipher what he was talking about? I can’t for the life of me figure out what starts with H and ends with T that one would want to eat.
Any and all suggestions would be accepted.
Can’t actually say I’ve learned anything here, but if someone could enlighten me….then I will have!

That thing we all have a an abundance of only needs to be dug out of the deep recesses. I learned today that to find that confidence one must actually look for it and put it to use for it to do any good.
I was away all last week with a friend in another state. I thought I knew that friend very well. I found out today I know very little about the man. I learned that my confidence can be easily thwarted and I need to keep a close eye on what is going through my own head at certain times and not worry about what others think about me. I am only human and mistakes are not a foreign entity to me. I have made many. I learned that when others condemn you for the mistakes you’ve made they haven’t actually taken a good hard look at the mistakes they themselves have made.
I learned that to be true to yourself, you can’t listen to the negativity of others. Listen to the postive things coming out of you and you’ll do the right things more often than not. Even if others think the things you think are right are wrong.

“Everyone is a genius at being themselves.”
- Theolonius Monk

My friend bales metals for a living. He loves his job. I love his job! I wish it were mine!
He has a big truck that pulls a big machine around to junk piles in a 300 mile radius of headquarters. That baling machine is KICK-ASS! It blew a hose, a VERY LARGE hose and sprayed fluid everywhere! Gallons of hydralic fluid. I learned that it’s best for many reasons to be sitting up top of the step than to be standing next to that beast of a machine cause when a hose blows! and they blow without warning! if the wind right, up top you won’t feel a thing. I wasn’t up top nor anywhere near when the hose blew. I saw it from afar.
Course once that hose broke baling was done for the day. That happened around noon. The plunger in the machine needed that hose for the 400 psi it needs to turn cars into little square cubes. Cars, all kinds of steel things. I like watching it eat cars the best though. Simply amazing! The man likes his job cause it’s more like play, than work.

I learned it was only Tuesday when I thought it was really Wednesday but I also learned that in 1873 US Cavalry Murdered over 70 Cheyenne Indians at a place called Sappa Creek/Cheyenne Hole in Rawlings County Kansas. I have been to that place and seen the monuments erected to the settlers killed by the plains indians but nowhere (to my knowledge) will you find a monument to the indians killed by the Cavalry. I find that very sad.

It usually is a good thing but I learned this afternoon that I have a blood disorder called polycythemia vera. I suspected, as did the docs, that I had this disorder but today it was confirmed. Is it a good thing? Not really. Is it life threatening? Kinda. Am I totally bummed out about it? Not in the least! It’s one of those things I have no control over and I don’t worry about stuff I can’t control. I just need to keep in mind the risks involved in having the disorder and work my life around those risks accordingly.