Sunday, December 19, 2010
Monday, December 6, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
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Thursday, August 26, 2010
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Two weeks ago I was mowing the lawn in my backyard and ran over some low-growth ivy that up to now I used to trim by hand, but bending down these days would be much painful. About 4 feet from the house, hidden in the ivy, there was a natural gas line capped about 1 inch above the ground. As I mowed over the area a sudden explosion lifted my mower a foot or so and the gas was fast hissing up into the air. I pulled the mower very fast as far away as I could, ran into my house and called 911. In minutes (with the sirens going full blast) four huge fire trucks appeared, eight firemen in gas masks, and all the neighbors of my street. Police cars blocked off the street and everybody was ordered far away from my place (including me, whose knees were still shaking).
Hoses were pulled, gas and electric company trucks showed up while it took them about one good hour to stop the leak and re-cap the old, rusty pipe.
I do not have natural gas in my house and nobody has it in the neighborhood either. I live here 16 years without even noticing this very old gas line hidden in my yard. I have no idea if the gas company knew about it or not, but certainly has neglected to mark it. I was very lucky to escape a disaster, and now the line is completely cut off from the main.
Somebody sure was watching over me.
Friday, May 7, 2010
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
I was driving down on the street; at the first stop sign the car started to shudder and with a final kick the motor died. My three children (quite young and pesky that time) were jumping up and down in the back seat with excitement and anticipation. They knew their mother will perform an act of resurrection, just like she had many-many times in the past few weeks. I had to hurry, because a line of cars were honking impatiently behind us. So, I jumped out from behind the wheel with my hairbrush in my hand; opened the hood, took off the air filter and stuck my brush into the carburetor to hold the choke open. Then rushed back into the car, and successfully started up the engine while my kids were cheering in the back. All I had to do after that was to remove my brush and with the filter back in place slam the hood down, and we were (and everybody behind us) happily on our way.
Later, at my friend's suggestion, I had the carburetor sprayed with W40, but all the screws fell out and had to be replaced. However, when the brakes and the electronic windows started to fail and the mechanic had a very vague offer of fixing them, I had to get rid of this "lemon", my very first car.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
There is no tastier chicken soup than the Hungarian Ujhazi Tyukleves, which was named after the famous Hungarian, Ede Ujhazi (1844 - 1915). He was an excellent dramatic and comic character actor, a pioneer of the realistic acting. He also enjoyed cooking for himself and for his fellow artist buddies.
Many legends surrounding his career, but the most memorable is the creation of his chicken soup while visiting a small restaurant in the city of Budapest. Obviously, the soup he was served with had not measured up to his expectation, because Ede gave instruction to the cook to prepare the dish again from a mature hen and add various vegetables, garnishes, and noodles into it. As the result was still not quite satisfactory, the actor told the chef to use a slice of round beef also to enhance the strength of the soup. The next day Ede tasted the newly prepared soup and finally expressed his total satisfaction.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
I got very emotional after reading this story and I would like to share with you.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
This situation in Haiti is desperate. Some 50,000 people are believed to be dead while countless others are said to be injured or homeless. It is feared that many more will die if the wounded are not given immediate medical attention.
Drumbeats called the faithful to a Sunday Mass praising God amid a scene resembling the Apocalypse - a collapsed cathedral in a city cloaked with the smell of death, where aid is slow to reach survivors and rescue crews battle to pry an ever-smaller number of the living from the ruins.
Anger has turned to violence on the streets of Haiti as survivals lose patience with the painfully slow process of getting international aid after the earthquake that authorities say may have killed 200,000 people.
Let us pray....