Author Archives: Kristina

About Kristina

52 year old Christian lady, knitter, bible collector, crafter, little business owner, thrill seeker (only when shopping at thrift stores for tremendous bargains) my animals servant, a child of God, saved, redeemed and trying to be joyful in a fallen world.

No Bake Chocolaty Goodness ~ Vegan

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I think I have hit the jackpot!
I like no-bake cookies but I wanted something vegan and the vegan butters when heated just put me off.
This is my recipe for vegan No-Bake Cookies that are the BOMB~!
1 cup peanut butter [I like crunchy and you’re wrong if you eat creamy]
1/2 cup chocolate chips [vegan ones are usually semi sweet or dark, I use Simple Truth Semi-sweet from Fred Meyer]
Toss in bowl and nuke on low heat for increments of 20 seconds.
stir until desired mixture. Some might like a marbled taste.
Pour in 1/2 cup maple syrup
and
2 cups quick oats.
Stir together, scoop or hand roll into rounds and refrigerate.
*Warning, peanut butter is high in fat, but also high in protein and deliciousness.
Use for an afternoon pick-me-up or sweet tooth craving before bed. You’ll thank me later

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My Blog is my Medical History Report & Scam Update

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I had a visit to a foot doctor yesterday, apparently I was born deformed with too-short calf muscles and bowed back knees which cause my feet to turn inward and walk funny.

But I was trying to remember when my son broke my foot and the only place I could find a date was here. Sept 2007.

He gave me cortisone shots in both feet and it hurt so bad, i thought I was going to pass out.

They talked of calf lengthening surgery, but NOPE. They better just be able to find an insert that fits.

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UPDATE on the scam… Son didn’t get any of money back from the bank because, on the phone to a bank rep, he told them he was the one physically withdrawing the money from his account.

Needless to say my hubby, the skinflint, was pissed. He talked to bank people on the phone, sent emails to all the higher-ups he could get email addresses for and all of them said they would investigate but all came to the conclusion that while they were super duper sorry, they weren’t legally obligated to protect the money [it was sons bank credit card].

Well, hubby did what he thought was right and yanked all his money from the bank. The bank he had been with for over 30 years.

funny thing, soon after the moneys transfer, son gets an email telling him how sorry the bank was for what happened to him and altho they can’t reimburse all the money, here is a token of our gratitude for banking us. $1000!

They gave him 1/4 of the moneys toward his CC. WOW!

Hubby also gave son some moneys to cover the loss.

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Now son has finished his move to Cali and my mothers heart is cracked a bit. I’m sad to see him go but happy he is growing and learning and thriving. There was time in our lives, I didn’t think that would be the case. Resiliency is a good trait.

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I’m back to knitting and crafting, will try to remember to share some pictures on here. Happy Weekend!

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A Mother’s Worst Nightmare

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Let me preface this post with this comment :

‘Yesterday marked the realization of a mother’s worst nightmare [almost]. Regardless of what people tell you, parents of gay children aren’t mad they are gay, they are worried that they will be bullied, picked on, kidnapped, beaten or killed.’

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I was driving home from the store early evening and I received a call from my sons’ phone. A couple of [sounded like] black men told me they had my son and wanted money to release him or they would kill him. They told me they met him on a chat line and when they realized he was gay, they kidnapped him, taped his mouth and wanted recompense for the insult on their straight sexuality.

They told me to drive to the nearest store and get some ‘moneypak’ debit cards, $500 on 5 cards to be exact. I told them I wanted to hear my son, they made a big deal of getting the tape off his mouth and I did hear my son say ‘mom, mom, hello, hello?’

They said they were on the north end of town and would release him after I did what they told me to do. I was to go into the store, get the card and read them the numbers off the back.

I need to enforce to you the detail of which these guys went into their story-telling. They were talking to each other about getting my son in the back seat of the car and deciding on the best way to rendezvous with me after I did what I was told. I even heard a high-pitched scream in the background. I was distraught, to say the least. I made it to the store. They would not let me hang up and keep telling me all the ways they would hurt my son if I hung up or tried any funny business.

I wrote a note on a piece of paper and handed to the first person at the customer service desk at a big chain market. MY SON MAY HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED CALL 911, TELL THEM TO SEND A CONCEALED CAR HERE.

The kidnappers made it sound like they would know if the cops came. The phone kept disconnecting and they would call back and yell at me for trying funny business. One of the clerks knew about scams that ask for this certain type of card and wouldn’t let me pay for any of them, one was on the phone to 911, one was talking loud to me, keeping me up to date on why it was taking so long to process. [so the ‘kidnappers’ could hear]. I wrote another note to call my sons work to see if he was there. He was not.

When the police came I was sitting in an eating area and was trying to phone all my sons friends. No one would answer the phone, and the ‘kidnappers’ kept calling, getting angrier with each call. The police officer wouldn’t let me buy cards either. During this time the kidnappers asked me if this made any sense “Please take care of Orange Julius for me”. They said my son said that. I freaked! [that is his cats name, and of course I thought my son was saying that like after he got killed I was to care for his cat!] Then I heard his voice again, but it repeated the same words ‘mom, mom, hello, hi?’

I finally had to stop answering their calls because I was trying to contact my sons’ friends and getting addresses for the police to drive to, to see if son was there. I couldn’t figure out where they were getting their information and didn’t know if they had my sons phone. I was telling the officers that I really didn’t care if it was a scam at this point, they were getting my money, they had too many facts about my son.

When I answered one of their calls, I asked them to ask my son what movie we were going to watch that night and seconds later, after making a great imitation of asking him, they said the right movie!!! FREAKED OUT!

I managed to get a hold of 3 friends. Sent them out in all directions looking for son. Police sent units to his boyfriend’s house, son’s place of work and was going to our home, but I got a friend who lived close by to check the house. No one at any location.

Everyone was texting and calling my son, but he wouldn’t answer. You’ll know why in a minute.

I am shaking as I write this, but I need to get it out of head, onto ‘paper’. UPDATE: 2 days later and I still can’t shake this. I’m paralyzed by the ‘what-ifs’ and how to stop these assphats.

The police were asking me all kinds of questions; does your son do drugs, has he been trouble lately? Where would he go? [he was going to work and his boyfriend’s house, then was to come home]

The boy just graduated college, and since he moved back in a month ago, all he has done is school, work, home. He is as boring as it comes, but then again, mothers don’t always know all of what their kids do. I got a call from a friend saying son left work at 4:30 pm and told a co-worker, “I have jury duty, I need to take care something, I will come back and clean my desk’’. That was last anyone had heard from him.

The last call I picked up from the ‘kidnappers’ they asked if I had the cards and they were going to send me a video. I told them I did not have the cards and they said, “ok then, goodbye”.

After what seemed like eternity, my son calls crying, “I think I did something bad, I think I got stabbed’’ [he didn’t say stabbed, but that’s what I heard] I asked him if he was alone, and he said yes. I told him to go his work and stay there. That I would be there as soon as I could. I told all his friends the same thing, get to the workplace, son is on his way, keep him there, the police and I will be there soon.

So, come to find out my son was being scammed at the same time I was!!!!!

He received a phone call from an unknown number and googled it. It was the county sheriff’s office number. He called them back and was told in a very professional manner he had a warrant out for his arrest since he missed jury duty [son has never had jury duty nor knows what all that entails] and he needed to pay the fine, so he would not get arrested. They kept him on the phone and told him to keep telling them his mileage, they knew when he pulled over, when he got out of the car. He went to 3 different stores and all of them let him get these certain cards to put money on. The ‘sheriff’s office’ even told him to call his bank and tell them it was really him making these withdrawals. Their elaborate story included southern accents, first a man, then transferred to a woman with soothing words but stating if my son hung up or didn’t do as they said, a cop would come immediately and arrest him. They asked for an emergency contact and he gave my name and number. They asked if there was something I would know as a secret security measure and he told them ‘Orange Julius’.

They had him running around for about 3 hours. At one point they had him park in front of the county courthouse to finalize the warrant freeze, but because they told him a police officer would arrest him if he was found, he didn’t go inside.  They were so professional and knew exactly how the law worked in warrants and son didn’t know enough about it to refute them. At one point they asked him if there was another secret security measure they could use for me, asking about something we both know, like a favorite movie. He said Blade Trinity.

THEY WERE ACTUALLY ON THE PHONE WITH US BOTH AND PLAYING US BOTH!

My son said he heard me say, ‘’son, son, where are you, are you ok?’’. Not actaully sure how they made that happen, but it was very convincing.  He was told after he got the cards he was to scratch off the numbers on the back and read them off to them and that would zero out his account with the sheriff dept and drop the charges. After he did that, they hung up.

That is when he called me. We all met at his workplace and hugged and cried and talked to the police. I guess this series of scams comes in a few forms. IRS back taxes, kidnapping and warrants. We got hit with two. They got money from son. None from me, only thanks to the calm, informed people at the grocery store and the police.

It was awful. And terrifying. And very violating.

I’m still contemplating going to the news, I really want people, especially people in retail, to know about these scams and not even carry these types of cards in their stores. The way the cards are set up [not having to be physically present to access money] are the perfect storm for cyber fraud.

Update, we decided we need to get this out so other’s won’t be put in this situation.  Please share this. Please ask your stores to not sell these types of cards. Please inform any retail worker friends you know not to sell anyone these types of cards, especially if they are on the phone.

http://komonews.com/news/consumer/scammers-target-upscale-neighborhoods-posing-as-federal-marshals

 

 

 

 

Be a Kinder, Gentler You

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I have no passion for religion or politics.

I do have a passion for helping others, saving animals and cuddling. Anything furry.

Therefore where my passions lie, my thoughts and actions come from that mindset.

I don’t know much about politics, therefore I don’t care to talk much about it.

For religion, I can talk, discuss and debate with the crowd but would need help finding the verses to collaborate the discussion.

I don’t watch the news and only see what’s happening on FB news feed.

I can tell you everything about being vegan, where to adopt an animal, how to do basic care for pets and will jump out of my car to catch a stray.

I give away lots of things, much to the chagrin of my hubby. I know where to find resources for people in need and would give the coat off my back to someone if asked.

All this to say, as the years go by I realize people don’t have the same heart for things as I do. They grow up differently. They maybe had no pets, were in the military, politics, were hunters or activists. Some had terrible childhoods that shape who they are. Some had a wonderful life and that shapes who they are.

Some hearts get hard and cynical as they grow older, some soften. Some wild hearts grow calm when families and kids are made.

Some hearts find God and things change. No longer the cares of their world matter. Matters of eternity are forefront. Things like

Love the Lord your god with all your heart, mind and soul:

The Parable of the Good Samaritan

25On one occasion an expert in the law stood up to test Jesus. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to inherit eternal life?”

26“What is written in the Law?” he replied. “How do you read it?”

27He answered, “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind’c ; and, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’” 

FROM:

LEVITICUS 18“ ‘Do not seek revenge or bear a grudge against anyone among your people, but love your neighbor as yourself. I am the Lord.

28“You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied. “Do this and you will live.”

29But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”

30In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him. 35The next day he took out two denariie and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.’

36“Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?”

37The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.”

Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”

So, how do we ‘culture-ize’ this to today?

How do we deal with people with hearts not like ours? Do we only deal with the bleeding and broken ones? Do we only help the ‘elect’?

[Answer: since WE don’t know who the elect is, only God does, we should help them all]

How do we deal with people who put animal rights over human rights?

or people who have a passion for equal rights?

or people who put on form of political involvement over another?

or people who love one sports team over another?

or people who are passionate about a certain job or career? or people who adore their children and grandchildren?

All these people have a right and partly an obligation to have these passions.

But we seem to think that if someone else has a different passion, we can scorn them. Mock them.

Sometimes these passions get out of hand and become idolatry. If this is the case, we lovingly and kindly set them on the path of knowledge and truth.

I don’t know, maybe, just maybe, we should ponder where that other passionate person came from? What sparked the ideals they cherish? Maybe be kind and gentle even though their passion might be the opposite of yours.

Maybe.

Merry Christmas!!

 

 

Inherent Dignity & Value. Musings of… God’s Image

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We all are made in God’s Image. Inherent. Dignified. Value.

Of great pearl.

Pray on this, to feel this truly, knowing Gods love for you and the specialness of you

Inherent

adjective
1.
existing in someone or something as a permanent and inseparable element, quality, or attribute; inhering :

Synonyms
1. innate, native, inbred, ingrained. See essential.

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Dignity

noun, plural dignities.
1.
bearing, conduct, or speech indicative of self-respect or appreciation of the formality or gravity of an occasion or situation.
2.
nobility or elevation of character; worthiness:
dignity of sentiments.
3.
elevated rank, office, station, etc.
4.
relative standing; rank.
5.
a sign or token of respect:
an impertinent question unworthy of the dignity of an answer.
6.
Archaic.
person of high rank or title.
such persons collectively.

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Value

noun
1.
relative worth, merit, or importance:
the value of a college education; the value of a queen in chess.
2.
monetary or material worth, as in commerce or trade:
This piece of land has greatly increased in value.
3.
the worth of something in terms of the amount of other things for which it can be exchanged or in terms of some medium of exchange.

4.
equivalent worth or return in money, material, services, etc.:
to give value for value received.
5.
estimated or assigned worth; valuation:
a painting with a current value of $500,000.
6.
denomination, as of a monetary issue or a postage stamp.
7.
Mathematics.
magnitude; quantity; number represented by a figure, symbol, or the like:
the value of an angle; the value ofx; the value of a sum.
a point in the range of a function; a point in the range corresponding to a given point in the domain of a function:
The value of x 2 at 2 is 4.
8.
import or meaning; force; significance:
the value of a word.
9.
liking or affection; favorable regard.
10.
values, Sociology. the ideals, customs, institutions, etc., of a society toward which the people of the group have an affective regard. These values may be positive, as cleanliness, freedom, or education, or negative, as cruelty, crime, or blasphemy.
11.
Ethics. any object or quality desirable as a means or as an end in itself.
12.
Fine Arts.
degree of lightness or darkness in a color.
the relation of light and shade in a painting, drawing, or the like.
13.
Music. the relative length or duration of a tone signified by a note.
14.
values, Mining. the marketable portions of an orebody.
15.
Phonetics.
quality.
the phonetic equivalent of a letter, as the sound of a in hat, sang, etc.

verb (used with object), valued, valuing.
16.
to calculate or reckon the monetary value of; give a specified material or financial value to; assess; appraise:
to value their assets.
17.
to consider with respect to worth, excellence, usefulness, or importance.
18.
to regard or esteem highly:
He values her friendship.

 

 

Musings on… Camp Fire Girls for the Late 70’s

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CAMP FIRE GIRLS.

The origin of the Camp Fire Girls belongs to a larger, complex history of scouting in America. Two early promoters of the scouting movement were Earnest Thompson Seton and Daniel Beard. Seton established an organization for boys called the Woodcraft Indians in 1902 and Daniel Beard began an organization for boys called the Sons of Daniel Boone in 1905. The themes of the two organizations varied, but both influenced the establishment of the Boy Scouts of America in 1910. The sister organization to the Boy Scouts became the Camp Fire Girls, initially evolving from a lone New England camp run by Luther and Charlotte Gulick.

Dr. Luther Gulick was a well-known and respected youth reformer. His wife, Charlotte Gulick, was interested in child psychology and authored books and articles on hygiene. After consulting with Seton, Mrs. Gulick decided on using his Indian narrative as a camp theme. The name of the camp and motto was “Wo-He-Lo,” an Indian-sounding word that was short for “Work, Health, and Love.” Following the Woodcraft model, Mrs. Gulick focused on nature study and recreation. That first year they had seventeen young girls in camp singing songs and learning crafts. A year later William Chauncy Langdon, poet, social worker, and friend of the Gulicks, established another girls’ camp in Thetford, Vermont, that followed the Woodcraft model. He was the first to coin the name “Camp Fire Girls.”  from here

another interesting article here

All this to say, I remember Camp fire girls. Just down the street was the leader’s house and my mom was a leader for a time. We sold mints. Lots of mints. I remember our house being the district drop off/pick up and we had cases upon cases of those things in our basement. That also meant I had to be the best at selling.

I remember the patches, the beads, the gown. Picking a name was important. Mine was Kish. I also had to design my gown with said name and picture.

I wish I would have kept my gown and beads. Such an era the late 70’s. lol
I think it was cultural appropriation but who were we to know back then.

We take everything ‘Indian’ away from the the natives, strip them of language, culture and traditions to shove them into christian schools to make them white folk, not savages. It crushes me.

Then to want to take the ‘best things’ about the natives and act them out for rewards?!?!

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Kish: I think it meant sunrise, my picture was

nounMetallurgy.
1. mixture of graphite and slag separated from and floating on the surface of molten pig iron or cast iron as it cools.

2. dross on the surface of molten lead.

A scum of impure graphite, formed on molten iron during smelting. SCUM ON METAL!!!!!
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Etymology of the name Kish from here   

 קיש

[looks like another tattoo] Ha

The name Kish comes from the verb קוש (qosh) meaning lay bait, or lure. This verb occurs only once in the Bible (Isaiah 29:21), but according to BDB Theological Dictionary, it’s the root of the common verb יקש (yaqosh), meaning to set a snare or lay a trap

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What were Cahuilla homes like in the past?
Most Cahuilla people lived in brush houses called kish. Kish are small round or cone-shaped houses made of a wooden frame covered with reeds and brush. These are very simple houses and Cahuilla people really only used them to sleep in. When they were resting, socializing, or working on crafts, Cahuilla people sat outside– it was rarely cold or rainy in the climate where they lived. Here are some pictures of brush houses.

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Kish  was an ancient city of Sumer in Mesopotamia

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Kish [atho this has a horoscope vibe to it]

The name Kish is a baby boy nameBiblical Meaning: The name Kish is a Biblical baby name. In Biblical the meaning of the name Kish is: Hard, difficult, straw, for age.

Numerology: Soul Urge Number: 9

People with this name have a deep inner desire to serve humanity and to give to others by sharing money, knowledge and experience, or creative and artistic ability.

Expression Number: 2 People with this name tend to be quiet, cooperative, considerate, sympathetic to others, adaptable, balanced and sometimes shy. They are trustworthy, respecting the confidences of others, and make excellent diplomats, mediators and partners. They are often very intuitive. They like detail and order, and often find change worrisome. They may sometimes feel insecure or restless. from here

 

 

 

 

 

Awards
Recognition is an important part of all Camp Fire programs. It helps children and adults build self-esteem and pride in their accomplishments. Official national recognition items are one of the features that make Camp Fire unique and special. For their participation, growth and achievements, youth receive distinctive items such as beads, emblems, pins and certificates. At the early levels, Camp Fire leaders help youth choose activities and guide them in earning the recognition items. As teens, members select their own activities and develop their own action plans for earning recognition items. For adults, recognition items signify outstanding achievement or the number of years they have been adult Camp Fire USA members. Adults in programming or board positions are also recognized on the local level for their important roles in Camp Fire.
Bead
Youth are able to earn beads, while completing projects on the “Camp Fire Trails,” as well as emblems. (In the past, once the participant earned ten of one type of bead, he or she was awarded a larger one of the same type to represent the ten smaller ones.) By 2006, there was one bead for each of the Camp Fire Trails.
Bead Colors
Red – Sports, Games & Science – Trail to the Future (formerly Sports & Games)
Brown – Outdoors & Environment – Trail to Environment (formerly Outdoors)
Green – Creativity – Trail to Creativity (formerly Creative Arts)
Yellow – Business & Home – Trail to Family and Community (formerly Business)
Royal Blue – Citizenship (discontinued in 2003)
Red, White & Blue – (formerly Citizenship, discontinued in 2003 and replaced with Royal Blue)
Orange – (formerly Home Craft, discontinued in 2003)
Turquoise – (formerly Science, – Trail to Knowing Me)
Lime Green – (added in 2003) Discovery level
Purple – (small beads) Special Projects (formerly large purple beads were awarded with the completion of each Torch Bearer received)

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Native American influence
Native American culture has long been a source of inspiration in Camp Fire’s traditional council activities. Native American culture has served as the inspiration for ceremonial activities and attire, camp and council names, respect for nature and the environment, and the use of symbols by many councils. For Camp Fire, Native American symbolism was a natural outgrowth of an appreciation for differences and cultural inclusiveness. The theory was that such symbolism enabled – and even encouraged – self-reflection and personal growth.
Names
Each Camp Fire member between third and sixth grade is encouraged to choose a name that best reflects their personality and aspirations.[34] At this time they are also encouraged to choose a symbol or “symbolgram”.[35] Clubs are also encouraged to choose a Native American name.[36]
Ceremonial attire
The Camp Fire ceremonial gown is based on the pattern for the Native American women’s gowns. Due to its simple pattern that can be becoming to all girls, it is an inexpensive design that makes all girls equal, and it is easy to adjust as the owner grows older. Now a youth may choose any style of ceremonial attire, particularly if it honors the ethnic background to which the youth can trace his or her background or toward which he or she has an affinity. This attire can include tunics, kimonos, Scandinavian skirts/aprons, etc. The ceremonial attire is decorated with honor beads, earned emblems, and other personal items the youth chooses. Sometimes the youth’s symbolgram is used on the gown/tunic. The symbolgram is a symbol created by the youth to represent him/herself. By 1946 the ceremonial gown was optional.