Uncle Donnie likes to watch a little cable TV now and then. You know, shows with leprechauns, pygmies or wee fellows, whatever! I see shows about obesity, obscenity,oviparous animals(read:from eggs) as well as viviparous (read:not from eggs). Cable has it all, right? From the spectacular to the sublime, you know what I mean? Sometimes I watch Animal Planet or the Discovery Channel I'm a fan of the Food Network, especially when they are cookin' Italiano, but lately, My Trophy Wife Betty has been watching this new show called "Real Housewives of Estacada", which Uncle D. finds interesting on account of we used to live there some time ago. The problem, though, was when we lived there people would kid us. You know, break some balls about us livin' in "Meth-tacada",or "Mess-tacada", even "Mex-tacada", whattaya gonna do? We lived there for a few years, it was a nice spot down by the river, we loved it, end of story. O.K., so what if the name Estacada, from it's Indian origin,
meant women without teeth? I mean, fuggetaboudit! So there wasn't many dentists who
lived there. That's probably where Abscess-tacada got it's start, right?
They used to say, "It's a small rural town just like family, one big family," right? So... Welcome to Incest-acada! Oh, that's funny, give me a break, Marone, I can't take much more of this. Then they would call it "Insect-acada", or "Infest-acada", "molest-acada", "pest-acada", or anything else that came to their minds. I mean, some of these jokesters were no rocket surgeons, capisci?
Anyways, now we live somewhere else on 16th Ave, and to think Uncle D. used to
live on Starr Rd. in Estacada. Can you believe it? How far the mighty have fallen, from a star to just another number. Whattaya gonna do?
Ciao,
Donnie
Friday, January 28, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
John Flavel The Mystery of Providence
"The Covenant of Grace, in which all your comfortable enjoyments are comprised,
snd by which they are secured, sanctified and sweetened to you, is made in Christ
and ratified by Him between God and you. Your mercies are all comprised in this
covenant, even your daily bread(Ps.111.5), as well as your justification and other
spiritual mercies. It is your covenant interest that secures to you whatever it
comprises; hence they are called the 'sure mercies of David'(Isa.55.3). Nay, this
is what sanctifies them and gives them the nature of special and peculiar mercies.
One such mercy is worth a thousand common mercies. And being sanctified and special
mercies, they must needs be exceedingly sweet beyond all other mercies. For these
reasons it was that David so rejoiced in his covenant interest, though laden with
many afflictions(2Sam.23.5). But now all this hangs entirely on Christ. The New
Testament is in His blood(1Cor.11.25), and whatever mercies you reap from that
covenant, you must thank the Lord Jesus Christ for them. Put all this together, and
then think how such considerations will endear Christ to your souls."
Uncle D
snd by which they are secured, sanctified and sweetened to you, is made in Christ
and ratified by Him between God and you. Your mercies are all comprised in this
covenant, even your daily bread(Ps.111.5), as well as your justification and other
spiritual mercies. It is your covenant interest that secures to you whatever it
comprises; hence they are called the 'sure mercies of David'(Isa.55.3). Nay, this
is what sanctifies them and gives them the nature of special and peculiar mercies.
One such mercy is worth a thousand common mercies. And being sanctified and special
mercies, they must needs be exceedingly sweet beyond all other mercies. For these
reasons it was that David so rejoiced in his covenant interest, though laden with
many afflictions(2Sam.23.5). But now all this hangs entirely on Christ. The New
Testament is in His blood(1Cor.11.25), and whatever mercies you reap from that
covenant, you must thank the Lord Jesus Christ for them. Put all this together, and
then think how such considerations will endear Christ to your souls."
Uncle D
Friday, January 14, 2011
Uncle Donnie's Deli
Last weekend, Uncle Donnie spent a lot of time in the kitchen makin' some dishes for
the fam. I made a meatloaf and about thirty turkey meatballs after which, if memory
serves, I made an adult beverage, enjoyed it and returned to my menu.
Next, I got some inspiration to make a chicken bake recipe that my niece, Schmooglie the Little S**t Pierson helped me with last year when we was doin some cooking By the way, Schmooglie makes a mean Carbonara pasta, whaddya gonna do! You'se should try it sometime. Here's what you do for my chicken bakes:
You'se need two chicken breasts cubed into half-inch pieces
You'se need four strips of good bacon, chopped
You'se need half of a medium onion in a small dice
You'se need to mince five cloves of garlic
You'se need to grate about five oz. of parmesan cheese
Youse need about five oz. of Caesar dressing
Now saute the onions 'till soft and throw in the garlic for about a minute or so.
Then crisp up the bacon, and put all three together and set aside.
Put a little olive oil in another pan and brown up the chicken. When browned,combine with onions, garlic, and bacon.
While all your ingredients are still hot, throw in the cheese, add the dressing and mix everything together. Eat it with whatever you want, maybe in a ciabatta sandwich, or over some risotto, or some white rice, whatever you wanna do, you get my meaning?
Anyways, I get done with that recipe, and decide to make a strata for breakfast the next day, which was Sunday. I did this, on account of, I didn't want to have to hurry around on Sunday morning, and maybe sleep in a little longer, you know what I mean? I thought you would.
Maybe Uncle D. will tell you about the strata some other time.... For now, all this
food talk is making me hungry... Where did I put those meatballs...
Ciao,
Donnie
the fam. I made a meatloaf and about thirty turkey meatballs after which, if memory
serves, I made an adult beverage, enjoyed it and returned to my menu.
Next, I got some inspiration to make a chicken bake recipe that my niece, Schmooglie the Little S**t Pierson helped me with last year when we was doin some cooking By the way, Schmooglie makes a mean Carbonara pasta, whaddya gonna do! You'se should try it sometime. Here's what you do for my chicken bakes:
You'se need two chicken breasts cubed into half-inch pieces
You'se need four strips of good bacon, chopped
You'se need half of a medium onion in a small dice
You'se need to mince five cloves of garlic
You'se need to grate about five oz. of parmesan cheese
Youse need about five oz. of Caesar dressing
Now saute the onions 'till soft and throw in the garlic for about a minute or so.
Then crisp up the bacon, and put all three together and set aside.
Put a little olive oil in another pan and brown up the chicken. When browned,combine with onions, garlic, and bacon.
While all your ingredients are still hot, throw in the cheese, add the dressing and mix everything together. Eat it with whatever you want, maybe in a ciabatta sandwich, or over some risotto, or some white rice, whatever you wanna do, you get my meaning?
Anyways, I get done with that recipe, and decide to make a strata for breakfast the next day, which was Sunday. I did this, on account of, I didn't want to have to hurry around on Sunday morning, and maybe sleep in a little longer, you know what I mean? I thought you would.
Maybe Uncle D. will tell you about the strata some other time.... For now, all this
food talk is making me hungry... Where did I put those meatballs...
Ciao,
Donnie
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Right On The Nose
Uncle Donnie has been very busy this weekend what with all the cooking and visiting, and a little time spent at the local watering hole(read: bar)with my trophy wife Betty. Lotta things have been going on, you know what I mean?
So I was thinking, and this is as good a time as any to think, why is it that kids pick their noses? I mean, some of these kids I see these days are what I like to call, "two knuckle pickers", as if they were reaching clear up into their eye sockets for something! And some of these little people, these proboscis probers, look like they've set up an entire mining operation in their nostrils! Doing a little schnozzola gem extraction,if you catch my meaning.
Maybe they learned this from their parents, or grandparents, or an uncle or something. I dunno. Did you ever hear of the band Nick Nostril and the Nine Nasty Nose Pickers? Maybe it's in the music...Whatta they call that? Subliminal suggestion... You know, slow down the music and the singer is really
saying "pick your nose, pick your nose," or you play it backwards and its "eson ruoy
kcip, eson ruoy kcip," which sounds Hungarian to Uncle Donnie, which would make sense because Nick Nostril and all the Nine Nasty Nose Pickers are Hungarian. Of course.
"Coincidence!" You say, "More conspiracy than coincidence," says Uncle D.
I once had a T-shirt with a picture of a man with a very long snout who has his
index finger buried in it. The line below the picture read: Pick A Winner.
I remember telling my oldest daughter once that choosing a young man for a suitor
was like booger removal.....Sometime, you just have to pick one!
It's like when Don Altobello (Godfather 3) tells Michael, "They just want to dip their beaks a little".....
Only the nose knows!
Uncle Donnie
So I was thinking, and this is as good a time as any to think, why is it that kids pick their noses? I mean, some of these kids I see these days are what I like to call, "two knuckle pickers", as if they were reaching clear up into their eye sockets for something! And some of these little people, these proboscis probers, look like they've set up an entire mining operation in their nostrils! Doing a little schnozzola gem extraction,if you catch my meaning.
Maybe they learned this from their parents, or grandparents, or an uncle or something. I dunno. Did you ever hear of the band Nick Nostril and the Nine Nasty Nose Pickers? Maybe it's in the music...Whatta they call that? Subliminal suggestion... You know, slow down the music and the singer is really
saying "pick your nose, pick your nose," or you play it backwards and its "eson ruoy
kcip, eson ruoy kcip," which sounds Hungarian to Uncle Donnie, which would make sense because Nick Nostril and all the Nine Nasty Nose Pickers are Hungarian. Of course.
"Coincidence!" You say, "More conspiracy than coincidence," says Uncle D.
I once had a T-shirt with a picture of a man with a very long snout who has his
index finger buried in it. The line below the picture read: Pick A Winner.
I remember telling my oldest daughter once that choosing a young man for a suitor
was like booger removal.....Sometime, you just have to pick one!
It's like when Don Altobello (Godfather 3) tells Michael, "They just want to dip their beaks a little".....
Only the nose knows!
Uncle Donnie
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