I maintain another blog as I'm a huge Nebraska football fan.
The huskers played Penn State yesterday in what was a highly emotional, somber and game that really was not about football. Nebraska was dragged into the scandal of Penn State by the mere fact of the Big Ten Schedule for November 12, 2011. It was a game that I would have preferred to have cancelled or moved to another location.
If you have lived under a rock for the past week or don't watch the news--you may have missed the huge scandal that initiated the firing of Joe Paterno. A firing which I feel was necessary.
The horrendous events that the alleged victims endured over many years by Jerry Sandusky in the child molestation scandal is disgusting. So many wrongs happened over the years and from what I've read, in my humble opinion, nothing was done to stop the abuse. I know that the truth will come out and the people involved will be punished. My prayers go out to the alleged victims and their families. And to those who are ignorant of facts--don't make statements unless you have the facts.
I watched the game yesterday and there were people in the stands that had signs that said "This game is for you, Joe," or "We love you Joe." Okay there is a commradarie for Coach Paterno as their long time coach. I'm not sure if I could stand behind a coach who did nothing. Who did not report what he knew happened relating to the scandal. These were young boys. I admit I don't have all the facts but I am adding a link below to the deposition from Attorney General.gov regarding the alleged victims.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/12/penn-state-loses-nebraska-paterno-beaver-scandal_n_1090177.html
Lastly, I think that Joe Paterno loved the spotlight, loved the thought of being the oldest coach still around at an outstanding school and stayed on for the fame. He made it to the top and is a legend. However, as the saying goes "the higher you go, the harder you fall."
Nebraska did win against Penn State yesterday but if I had to guess, I don't think the Nebraska players and coaches wanted to play in this type of atmosphere. There is a lot of healing and legal issues to be resolved at Penn State and I hope for both.
Link to deposition . . .
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/11/12/penn-state-loses-nebraska-paterno-beaver-scandal_n_1090177.html
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Bacon By Alexandria Williamson
My daughter wrote the following for her college English class:
Take a trip with me to my crispy, warm, happy place; I’m talking about a warm plate of bacon. After a long day at work, in class, or just doing chores I love slaving over a hot oven to broil my favorite food. Broiling with a slotted pan is the only way to get the crispiness that I desire, as opposed to pan frying, or the lesser cousin microwaving. In the oven the bacon pops like a synchronized fireworks show and hits the bright red oven prongs with a sizzle, this causes my natural reaction of “oohs and ahs.” The kitchen fills with smoke and the aroma of a late-night bonfire with a hint of maple syrup. At this point the beautiful little slices of bacon change from a light pink and white color to a dark red and charcoal color. The charcoal texture is not exactly what I look for, but to get the bacon crispy enough there has to be some sacrifices like anything else in life, sometimes the edges are rough, but the inside is what matters. When the sweet little morsels are cooked to perfection they must rest on a paper towel like a little blanket cradling a new born baby. When cooled a little bit, they crispin’ up and glisten with a little of the fat still on the surface. After about three agonizing minutes they are ready to eat and crumble when I pick them up but still stay intact almost like a chocolate bar melting in my fingertips. The flavor is that of nothing else, a sort of black sheep in the meat world. It tastes almost like a mix between beef jerky and hot sauce, hot sauce only because it always leaves a very strong after taste that is indescribable. After I finish a plate of bacon, I always look down at the white plate that is juxtaposed with the little black crumbs and wish I had more. Then again my stomach never agrees and growls because of the spontaneous overload. All I have is the memory of my favorite comfort food that I enjoy when I’m feeling down.
I am impressed and proud of her writing skills. Good job, Alex.
Take a trip with me to my crispy, warm, happy place; I’m talking about a warm plate of bacon. After a long day at work, in class, or just doing chores I love slaving over a hot oven to broil my favorite food. Broiling with a slotted pan is the only way to get the crispiness that I desire, as opposed to pan frying, or the lesser cousin microwaving. In the oven the bacon pops like a synchronized fireworks show and hits the bright red oven prongs with a sizzle, this causes my natural reaction of “oohs and ahs.” The kitchen fills with smoke and the aroma of a late-night bonfire with a hint of maple syrup. At this point the beautiful little slices of bacon change from a light pink and white color to a dark red and charcoal color. The charcoal texture is not exactly what I look for, but to get the bacon crispy enough there has to be some sacrifices like anything else in life, sometimes the edges are rough, but the inside is what matters. When the sweet little morsels are cooked to perfection they must rest on a paper towel like a little blanket cradling a new born baby. When cooled a little bit, they crispin’ up and glisten with a little of the fat still on the surface. After about three agonizing minutes they are ready to eat and crumble when I pick them up but still stay intact almost like a chocolate bar melting in my fingertips. The flavor is that of nothing else, a sort of black sheep in the meat world. It tastes almost like a mix between beef jerky and hot sauce, hot sauce only because it always leaves a very strong after taste that is indescribable. After I finish a plate of bacon, I always look down at the white plate that is juxtaposed with the little black crumbs and wish I had more. Then again my stomach never agrees and growls because of the spontaneous overload. All I have is the memory of my favorite comfort food that I enjoy when I’m feeling down.
I am impressed and proud of her writing skills. Good job, Alex.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
2011 Flooding of Omaha Is Officially Over
Haworth Park, Bellevue |
Mayer Sanders |
Maybe it's my frustration with not being able to plunk the boat in the water on scorching days this past summer but I find Mayor Suttle to be dense. Did he consult the mayor of Bellevue? Does Mayor Sanders have to send out a press release or contact the local news stations?
Omaha is up river, Bellevue is just a few bends down the river, and from here the same flood waters flow down past St. Louis, combines with the Mississippi River and heads to the Gulf of Mexico. Believe me, I'm not brilliant. I knew the river flowed into the Gulf of Mexico but I Googled the exact path. So since Omaha is about 15 minutes up river by boat is it possible that Bellevue is still flooded?
My thought is don't announce the Great Flood of the Missouri River affecting Omaha, Council Bluffs, Bellevue and other local highways and major roadways is done UNTIL all the flood water has receded.
Mayor Suttle |
Saturday, September 10, 2011
A Quote Of Inspiration
I love quotes. Especially quotes that inspire me. I hope you like this as much as I do.
"There's one thing your writing must have to be any good at all. It must have you. Your soul, your self, your heart, your guts, your voice -- you must be on that page. In the end, you can't make the magic happen for your reader. You can only allow the miracle of 'being one with' to take place. So dare to be yourself. Dare to reveal yourself. Be honest, be open, be true . . . if you are, everything else will fall into place." -- Elizabeth Ayres
"There's one thing your writing must have to be any good at all. It must have you. Your soul, your self, your heart, your guts, your voice -- you must be on that page. In the end, you can't make the magic happen for your reader. You can only allow the miracle of 'being one with' to take place. So dare to be yourself. Dare to reveal yourself. Be honest, be open, be true . . . if you are, everything else will fall into place." -- Elizabeth Ayres
Friday, September 9, 2011
This is one of my favorite success stories! At the age of 60 he took his Social Security check, a whopping $105 and took to the road to peddle his world famous chicken recipe.
Harland David Sanders - Perhaps better known as Colonel Sanders of Kentucky Fried Chicken fame, (now KFC) Sanders had a hard time selling his chicken at first. In fact, his famous secret chicken recipe was rejected 1,009 times before a restaurant accepted it.
Recognize this man? |
Col. Sanders was a fellow who really loved to share his fried chicken recipe. He had a lot of positive influence from those who tasted the chicken. Now, the Colonel was retired and up in age and when most people who believed in the sanctimony of retirement the Colonel opted to sell the world on his cool new chicken recipe. With little in terms of means at his disposal Colonel Sanders traveled door to door to restaurants all over his local area. He wanted to partner with someone to help promote his chicken recipe. Needless to say, he was met with little enthusiasm. In fact, most assumed he was little more than a crank! While most would have given up under such circumstances the Colonel did not let it get him down. He persevered until he would hear that magic yes that would skyrocket his business. Of course, as history has shown he found someone who had faith in his recipe and Kentucky Fried Chicken was born.
Most people would have probably gotten extremely discouraged at the first instance of rejection. This would be a common reaction among the average person. Thankfully, the colonel was far from an average person or achiever and he continued on in the face of rejection. This should prove as a wonderful tale to anyone who is contemplating quitting when things are tough because it clearly shows that great things can happen if one persists with one’s dreams and never loses confidence.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Introduction
My blog is up and running! I'm currently working on a contemporary story that takes place in western Nebraska. I'll keep you up to date as I progress with my WIP. For the first few posts I'm going to focus on famously successful people who originally failed. I personally love to hear about people who overcame obstacles and achieved their goals!
Thank you for reading and come back often!
Dee Ann
Thank you for reading and come back often!
Dee Ann
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