Burns

well, after all that, my sister says this is an urban legend, so I've notified my uncle and will be more careful before publishing these things in future!

My uncle sent this to me and is testifying to this one. Sounds like this is worth remembering:

A young man sprinkling his lawn and bushes with pesticides wanted to check the contents of the barrel to see how much pesticide remained in it. He raised the cover and lit his lighter; the vapors inflamed and engulfed him. He jumped from his truck, screaming. His neighbor came out of her house with a dozen eggs, yelling: "bring me some eggs!" She broke them, separating the whites from the yolks. The neighbor woman helped her to apply the whites on the young man's face. When the ambulance arrived and when the EMTs saw the young man, they asked who had done this. Everyone pointed to the lady in charge. They congratulated her and said: "You have saved his face" By the end of the summer, the young man brought the lady a bouquet of roses to thank her. His face was like a baby's skin.

Healing Miracle for burns:

Keep in mind this treatment of burns which is included in teaching beginner fireman this method.. First aid consists to spraying cold water on the affected area until the heat is reduced and stops burning the layers of skin. Then, spread egg whites on the affected area.

One woman burned a large part of her hand with boiling water. In spite of the pain, she ran cold faucet water on her hand, separated 2 egg white from the yolks, beat them slightly and dipped her hand in the solution. The whites then dried and formed a protective layer.

She later learned that the egg white is a natural collagen and continued during at least one hour to apply layer upon layer of beaten white. By afternoon she no longer felt any pain and the next day there was hardly a trace of the burn. 10 days later, no trace was left at all and her skin had regained its normal color. The burned area was totally regenerated thanks to the collagen in the egg whites, a placenta full of vitamins.

This information could be helpful to everyone!

Enjoy the English

Here's a cute poem that was sent to me recently, I thought you might enjoy it:


A Very English Poem in the English Language For All You Word Lovers Out There!

We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
...Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Then shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let's face it - English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren't invented in England ..
We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing,
grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham?
Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend.
If you have a bunch of odds and ends
and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn't preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?
Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?
We ship by truck but send cargo by ship.
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
in which your house can burn up as it burns
down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out,
and in which an alarm goes off by going on.

And in closing, if Father is Pop, how come Mother's not Mop?
I would like to add that if people from Poland are called Poles, then
People from Holland should be Holes and the Germans Germs!!!

Sunday Sketches - Beach

It's time for Sophia's Sunday Sketches. I did this one a few weeks ago from a newspaper photo of Rissers Beach Provincial Park, Nova Scotia, Canada. I'm being inspired to visit this part of the country one of these days.

Please visit the other Sunday Sketches participants!

Sweet Saturdays - Orchids

For Diana's Sweet Saturdays, I wanted to share some orchid plants I received as gifts during my recent elective surgery. It's touching having family and good friends stop by with well wishes, flowers and baked goods.

Please stop by the other participants to see what they found to be sweet this week!

And Julie Prichard is having a giveway.

Wasaga Beach 2011

A couple of weeks ago we spent the day at a friend's cottage in the Wasaga Beach area of Ontario. I thought I'd share a couple of photos, they have spectacular sunsets. People who grow up there say that each one is a bit different and you never get tired of them!







Julie Prichard is having a giveaway! Please participate and spread the word.

The Ritz Carlton

The Ritz Carlton has opened a fabulous new hotel in downtown Toronto. I was there a few weeks ago for a delicious luncheon in their TOCA restaurant. The chef's name is Tom Brodie. He came out to meet us and told us he knew we enjoyed his food because the plates were coming back emptied.

Here is a photo I took of the washroom, I'm always impressed by a stunning washroom.



I'm thinking of taking gift baskets over to the nurse's station at the hospital where I had my surgery. They were wonderful and each nurse I met had her own unique story. That may be another post! As sick as I was, I guess I was listening.

I'll also take a gift basket to the doctor's office when I have my follow-up in 6 weeks. Her staff is very organized and efficient. They pre-filled all my hospital forms, were readily available and answered all my questions quickly. This is not always the case and they must be so busy. The doctor herself is brilliant, with slim, stunning good looks. A nurse whispered to me that she is also the mother of 4 kids! (including a set of twins). I'm guessing she's in her early forties.

Have a great day!

I'm Back

I took these photos at the peak of summer, a few weeks ago




Hello Everyone, it's exactly one week since my surgery and I seem to be improving every day. I'm supposed to take things easy for a few more weeks, but it will be frustrating. I also have to rebuild my iron as I had 4 units of blood transfused due to blood loss. The great part is that I lost 8 pounds and am looking positively skinny. Hopefully I won't regain more than 4 of those pounds. Apparently the belly fat I thought I had was pretty much fibroid!

I missed everyone and will be catching up on your blogs asap.