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Caroline Grace Crowley releases "Last to Know" cover in youtube premiere

Caroline Grace Crowley has released her premiere youtube cover rendition of Three Days Grace, "Last to Know." Though the audio quality has its glitches, her talent shines through. We hope to see more of Ms. Crowley and her production company VampireLuv965.

Athena's Tilapia in Sour Cream Parmesan Sauce

Athena's Tilapia cooked in Sour Cream Parmesan sauce.


(Ma's Recipe, made for Grouper)(Cleopatra Maltezo Marler, mother of Capt. Ben Marler of Destin, FL)(pictured g. granddaughter Christina Victoria Cole and husband, Seth Cole, of Destin on their wedding day)



For 2 Tilapia (or any white fish such as grouper) filets, on an oiled baking sheet



Mix well in a small bowl about 1/2 c. Sour Cream, Salt and Pepper to taste, and a few drops of Tobasco sauce. Then "frost" the fish filets with it, covering completely (use up all the sour cream mixture). Sprinkle liberally with Parmesan cheese, and garnish with Dill sprinkled lightly over the cheese (optional). Pretty, and adds some flavor, too.



Broil on LOW, for about 7-8 minutes for each inch of thickness of fish. Keep checking by flaking meat with a fork, until done. (If you don't have Low Broil, you could improvise with 450 Bake and brown slightly under broiler afterwards)



DELICIOUS, and Restaurant Worthy.



Serve with bread or dinner rolls, Pilaf (rice cooked in broth or with a bouillion cube) or Buttered Rice, and maybe a canned vegetable like chilled asparagus with lemon. Or a salad. Note: I make perfect microwave rice by cooking 2 c. water, 1 c. rice, Uncovered in microwave for 14 minutes. If you cover it, it will run over. Fast and foolproof. Flake and serve.

Street Tango-Videos from Buenos Aires

TANGO...is what it inside you!

http://www.fredastairepanamacity.com/

Buenos Aires is where the dance Tango was born. Internationally, Buenos Aires is on the Atlantic Ocean and sparkles as the "Paris" of South America. It's home to some of the most beautiful shoes, and dancers, in the world! I confess I am hooked on this dance form. One day I hope Keith and I will visit Buenos Aires and go to the cafe which made tango famous around the world. The Argentine Tango is different from regular Tango. It is a dance between one man and one woman. It has it's own vocabulary, it's own language. Love, hate, indifference, romance, playfulness...the gamut of emotions may be expressed in it. Though some of the steps are simple, one could take a lifetime to master them, and enjoy every moment. There is no choreography that once mastered, which cannot be improvised and personalized on the dance floor. There are several styles on Tango...Salon tango is informal, and danced with one person, one dance, at a time, usually in a "salon" or small living room setting or dance floor. Milongas are parties where dances are danced in sets of three before changing partners. There is "street" tango, or orillero. And yes, it is danced on the streets of Buenos Aires in public performances. (What could be more romantic?) And finally, there is Fantasia, which is a highly stylized, large, dramatic and exaggerated dance done on stage to prepared choreography and orchestra. Fred Astaire offers basic tango classes for couples for $10 on Tuesdays at 5:45 in Panama City, Florida.
For your Tango music listening pleasure, I found this link: http://www.ballroomdancers.com/music/search_style.asp?Dance=Tango

ACTRESS CAROLINE GRACE CROWLEY, now on Tee Shirt

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Fans of Caroline Grace Crowley, actress of screen and stage, can get a novelty shirt depicting their future celebrity!

KITTAYS Launched by daughter Caroline Crowley

SLEEPY_SWEET_KITTAYS PRINT from Zazzle.com


My daughter, Caroline Crowley, is launching a new business selling posters of her kittens called KITTAY (c) copyright Caroline Crowley, 2010. Check out her first effort here! More to Come!

Child Directs Air Traffic at JFK

I applaud the father. It may have even been a teacher's idea, a take a child to work with Dad day. My 12 year old nephew could fly the Space Shuttle and every other aircraft on a simulator. Let's face it, children in our society take too long to "grow up." Some are still living at home at 35 and being called "the kids," clueless as to what they "want to be." I grew up watching Flipper in the 1960s where sons Bud and Sandy, often Sandy, the youngest, had to give vital information over the airwaves. It is exciting and motivating for other children to do important things. It can lead to a stronger nation. I read the average age on an air carrier is 19. We must raise the little persons to take over for us when we are aged. That said, I believe it is equally important to teach that rules must be followed. And a child's voice is hard to understand. But, I think that more good than harm was done, and I hope that no one is punished.

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Can't help falling in love with the idea, Elvis Is Alive

Elvis turned 75 last month. Happy Birthday! I was a newborn baby in 1959 when he entered the army and went to Paris. My parents and I rode in my dad's camoflaged jeep in Tallahassee at Florida State University, and he also had shiny black hair in a pompadour style, so, to me Elvis was like my 20 year old Dad. Our trailer's black and white tv set often showed his movies.
Visiting Graceland last year, I felt that he was not in the grave, and neither was anyone else I sensed in the Memorial Garden by his pool. It was hard to believe that such beautiful and talented people lived in Graceland. Like a time capsule, Priscilla's portrait with Lisa Marie in the dining room next to a mirror, had me comparing my face with her perfect doll-like one. I could picture her living there, but couldn't exactly imagine her slaving away in the carpeted kitchen.
Elvis was a heartbreaker. Yet, I believe that he always was in love with Priscilla. In my opinion, a true wife is the bearer of a man's children, and is the first woman behind the man. He never remarried, though he came close, it was not to be.
Now this is just me, but I believe he is still alive. There is so much doubletalking from even his closest Christian friends who would find lying abhorrent. "He's with us (in spirit)." "He's no longer with us (emphasis on "us"). They insist that when we get to heaven, we'll see Elvis there. (And when is when? Eventually.)
Age, but not time, hides him now. For the past 8 years, I have become interested in his latter life. That his tongue was supposedly bitten half off in death may have been a cover to allow him to keep singing in blissful obscurity.
I've watched interviews with Priscilla. She lets things slip, like "Elvis loves (not loved) football." Linda smiles broadly with the words, "He's dead." And Ginger was the last to see him "alive," but even she was not the last to be with him. Joe Esposito said he knew "That boy" (again, the ambiguity. Which boy?) is dead.
If you had asked me, "Are you an Elvis fan?" I honestly would have said no, not really. If I don't consider myself a fan, then why is Elvis' bathroom my desktop background? Why did my husband and I stay up til 4:00 a.m. watching films about Elvis? Then how is it we have been to Graceland and Sun Records (where I insisted Keith record a demo of Love Me Tender)? I must have been curious in my 20's...I remember reading the book Is Elvis Alive in 1978, and Elvis & Me, Me & Elvis, and read "Orion" when it first came out in 1978 and tracked it like a dog to find rare copies online. Internet documentaries from as far away as Australia, and www.linkydink.com assertions that Elvis is living in Scottsdale Arizona consume me. I've scanned "Search Inside this Book" features on Elvis books on Amazon (3,000 exist) and let my mind compare the documentaries and interviews to the point they haunt my dreams. To make things more exciting, my husband somehow by freak accident, met J. D. Summral before his death, Charlie Hodge, and sang with Larry Decker in Daytona Beach... Keith and I rode in a pink cadillac and we slid into Elvis' favorite corner booth in his favorite pork barbecue restaurant in Memphis. We boarded the 747 Lisa Marie and "not touched" anything. Bought souvenir mugs for my parents and an army change tray for Dad that I hoped would remind him of his own days at Suwannee. I slowly toured Graceland, peering over velvet ropes, sardined with other fans, leaning against the green shag carpeted walls in the basement stairwall. Guards everywhere were saying don't touch, so I just leaned...
I've stood dry-eyed at his grave, and spent the night with my husband in the Heartbreak Hotel. We amused onlookers doing tango under the porte cochere of the hotel to piped in Elvis music. I still have the beautiful floral round guest soap at my pillow. But, I never was "in love" with Elvis, though I'm sure I could have been. But common sense and reality, to protect my heart from getting infatuated with the man, I don't go there. But now that I'm married to a Southern boy turned man from a small Florida farm town who sings and talks like Elvis, and since he's a fan, too, I've changed my tune. We're fools who rush in because we can't help falling in love. //