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Supertramp: Monkey with a machine gun

Heath Herring, Columnist

September 26, 2011

Have you ever seen a monkey with a machine gun? Thanks to the greatness of YouTube, I have. A group of African soldiers were sitting around talking. Suddenly, a small chimpanzee walked up. The soldiers started laughing and jokin...

Supertramp: There are no rules to this thing

Heath Herring Columnist

September 12, 2011

“For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too earlyto be whoever you want to be.  There's no time limit,stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same – there areno rules to this thing.  We can mak...

Four generations and more

By Kay Luna

May 13, 2010

We sat on our living room couch, crowded in close for a photo. I could feel my 92-year-old grandma’s bony little arm, carefully wrapped around my 3-year-old daughter, holding her close. My little girl was wiggly, moving her bare f...

Coupon Queen heads to Q-C again

May 13, 2010

For those of you who read Jill Cataldo’s nationally-syndicated column, called the “Coupon Queen,” which runs in the Quad-City Times on Mondays, you might be excited to know Jill is set to visit the Quad-Cities again this summer. This time, her FR...

My grandmother, the cook

By Tes Ter

May 13, 2010

Yesterday I went to my grandmother's house, and we at chicken dinner! It was fabulous. My grandmother is the best cook, and always has been. One of these days, she is going to gift me all of her recipes and I will be able to comfort and ...

My Bum Thumb

Cari Elliot

April 26, 2010

Click Here to Visit Cari's Blog!"It's not just for old people!"  Rheumatoid Arthritis is a disease that effects 1% of the U.S. population, and an even smaller portion of that 1% are kids, teens, and young adults like ORACLE s...

Arkansas Weather

April 26, 2010


You’re cracking me up

The Working Mom by Kay Luna, from the Quad-City Times

November 5, 2009

I'm LOVING all the Turkey-Day disaster stories you're posting for me. They're hilarious - and you're making me feel a little bit better (just a wee bit) about holiday cooking. I mean, everyone flubs up now and then. Then, we can all laugh about it later! HAHA! So, please - keep the stories coming. I think this could make a really funny story to run in the paper, so some of you might be hearing from me by e-mail to see if you'd be willing to let me use your real names. Some of these stories are just TOO GOOD to keep to ourselves. My worries about holiday cooking are going away a little, but not my anxiety over the holiday-season planning in general. What's the big deal? Well, due to some unforeseen family situations popping up, our Christmas traditions are getting turned upside down this year. So, I'm finding myself reflecting a lot about what new traditions we might want to create, and how we can go about doing it. Plus, I have my daughter's 3rd birthday, and my husband's (cough, cough, cough - hate to bust him out on his age!) birthday to celebrate and plan for in December, too. Seriously, how do you juggle it all at your house? I know I can't be the only one worrying about this already. Maybe it's not people or events you're juggling, but finances or service work around the holiday season. If any of you might be willing to talk about this issue (using your real name) for a possible story about how people divide up their time at the holidays, please let me know. In the meantime, please keep making me giggle.  

Turkey-day disasters

The Working Mom by Kay Luna, from the Quad-City Times

November 3, 2009

Hey, why don't they tell you to look in BOTH ends of the frozen turkey before you cook it (or do they, and I just ignored it???!!!)? Ha! Because I nearly cooked a plastic bag full of giblets (eeeuuuwwwww!!!) the last time I attempted to cook a turkey for the holidays. Therefore, that was the last time I ever attempted such a thing. TEEHEE! Thank goodness, my mother-in-law was there as I got ready to put the turkey into the oven, and she happened to check inside the bird and found the bag. Disaster averted. But I remember one year when we couldn't avoid disaster. That was the year when the oven's pilot light blew out and Mom couldn't relight it - and we couldn't think of anyone to call for help. So, she pulled out the electric skillet. Oh, yes, I said ELECTRIC SKILLET. And that's where she cooked our Thanksgiving turkey. Yeah. Not so good. Ha! So, what's YOUR biggest turkey-cooking/Thanksgiving Day meal disaster (or near-disaster)????  

Candy, candy, everywhere

The Working Mom by Kay Luna, from the Quad-City Times

November 2, 2009

So, I was the one who ended up sick at our house over Halloween. Go figure. We didn't go anywhere the entire weekend, period. We even missed trick-or-treating. Luckily, Babycakes is 2 and didn't know the difference. She felt quite satisfied with the Halloween parties and trick-or-treating she did Friday at daycare and the Quad-City Times. And you know what? She was actually happy that we "got to stay home," instead of going somewhere every day (I felt guilt over that one). Plus, she had fun by dressing up as Cinderella almost non-stop all weekend, which was adorable. We still ended up with just enough candy to make her CRAZY (Haha!), asking all the time when she could have a treat. We let her choose one piece after each meal, which made her happy. But I was just talking to a co-worker who says she has always told her daughter that the "Candy Witch" comes to some kids' houses, and collects half of your candy loot, much like the "Tooth Fairy." In exchange for taking the candy, the "Candy Witch" leaves a special gift. I've never heard of that one. She said her own Mom did the same thing when she was a little girl, and she always looked forward to it. Some dentists and doctors across the country also collect kids' Halloween candy, in exchange for healthy alternatives or money, according to stories I've read online. How do you deal with the constant begging for candy after Halloween? Do you restrict how much your kids eat somehow? I know when my son was young, my husband was always more than happy to "help" by eating some of his chocolate (with the boy's permission!). Ha! What do you do?    

I love Lucy

The Working Mom by Kay Luna, from the Quad-City Times

November 2, 2009

Well, I think I do. I haven't met her in real life yet. But my sister is friends with baby Lucy's mom, Heather Kernan of Rock Island. So, I've heard a lot about her. I've listened to my sister cry and worry about Lucy, who was a few days shy of turning one month old when she suddenly got very sick. On Aug. 22, Lucy was taken to the hospital because she didn't want to eat, and soon was flown to Peoria's OSF St. Francis Medical Center. She was diagnosed with meningitis. And then, little Lucy suffered a stroke. "Her stroke has cost her her eyesight, and possibly given her cerebral palsy (we won't know for a few months)," her mother wrote to me in an e-mail. "Her glands aren't working right, and she has a rare form of diabetes. Her worst-case scenario, according to her doctors, could leave her only with the ability to eat and breath on her own." A benefit fundraiser for Lucy and her family is set from 4-10 p.m. Saturday, Dec. 5, at the Eagles Lodge, 4401 W. Locust St., Davenport. The event - which includes food, a silent auction, bake sale, 50/50 raffle and music - is meant to raise money to help offset travel expenses for Lucy's numerous medical appointments in Peoria, and for developmental tools to help prevent delays. We run information about lots of benefit events for very worthy people all the time, and they all touch my heart. But this little girl holds a special place in there, after listening to my sister talk about her family's plight for so many months. So, if you have it in your heart to help Lucy, or just want more information, you can e-mail [email protected] or call (563) 349-6889.  

Raising Toby

Katie Bradford

December 8, 2008

My eight month old son Toby had been tugging at his ear for a few days. Normally that is a sure sign of an ear infection. His ear was not visibly red, nor was he running a fever. Toby is my first and only child. I am a single mother and a college student. He is my little partner in crime and I hate to see him sick. So, I made an appointment for him to go see his regular pediatrician. After the usual physical, the doctor concluded that Toby did indeed have an ear infection and prescribed him two medications. An antibiotic and some sort of cough medicine. Now, I suppose I should let you in on a secret. I have always been afraid that this doctor of his will drop dead at any minute. This fellow is up there in age. I suspect that he might be about 3 days older than dirt. He graduated medical school in 1948. My grandparents weren't even married at that point. He was practicing medicine when the Dead Sea was just sick. He might have been the pediatrician for Jesus. I mean, this man is OLD. So you figure he knows his stuff right? Yeah. I thought so too. Back to the story. I dropped his prescription off at our pharmacy of choice and then off to lunch we went. After a lovely BLT and a cup of soup that was so hot I would call it nuclear, we went to pick up his prescriptions. To my surprise, they were not ready. There was something wrong with the prescription. The directions weren't clear, the strength was wrong and one of the medicines was taken off the market recently. OK, no big deal. Whoa. Wait. *screech* Back up a second. The strength was wrong. What the deuce? I always had suspicions that this particular doctor was a few twists short of a slinky, but he surely could not have made a mistake like that. Lucky for me, Bob at Walgreens noticed this particular error. He decided that pumping my child full of twice the recommended amount of antibiotics would be a BAD idea. He tried to contact the doctor's office to no avail. Having a few more errands to run, I left Bob to his work. Shift change. Bob goes home, Dale comes in. Dale calls and gets things straightened out for me. Poor Dale. He had to listen to the crazy man rant about jelly beans and Zocor. Had they given me the prescription at full strength, poor Toby probably would have turned inside out. We would have had really bad Hershey's squirts. (I am so articulate.) After a little bit of investigating and a tip from a lady at the store, come to find out that this particular doctor had his controlled substance license revoked. When I say that, think of all the fancy pain killers like Vicodin, Hydrocodone and Oxycodon. This crazy bastard was SELLING prescriptions for highly addictive painkillers to any clown that walked through the door. Come to find out that was not the good doctor's first offense. He had been caught multiple times. I was trusting Texarkana's biggest drug lord with the health of my son. I am sooo glad he was assigned to us by the state. Needless to say, it makes me wonder why he is still practicing medicine. Toby will NOT be going back to see this particular gentleman. I am on the hunt for a new pediatrician; preferably one that doesn't have a list of drug felonies.