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ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY of blogging and I bid you adieu!
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I've a wagon load of opinions on nearly every subject and I seem to gather enough steam occasionally to instigate a debate if the subject stirs me.

I have super-low tolerance for stupidity, child, senior and animal abusers, smelly old men who come on to any female and last but certainly not least, Criminal Politicians. *Smirk*

I am a Christian, NOT perfected by any stretch.

Come on in, read, agree, disagree or just shake your head, I welcome your thoughts, all peoples, all nations, always. *Bigsmile*

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August 12, 2009 at 9:03am
August 12, 2009 at 9:03am
The vid link below is something I never thought I'd see or hear. Mr. Manning, a black man, is calling Obama a Mack Daddy and he refers to him as a long-legged Mack Daddy. *Laugh* AND *Laugh* AND *Laugh*


August 11, 2009 at 11:55am
August 11, 2009 at 11:55am
Monday morning at 2:13am we received a phone call from Lou's cell phone, it was our son. He told his Dad that he was in the emergency room right across the freeway from where we live.

He told his Dad that he had gone out to get Lou some cashews (**sure you did**) at approximately 1:30am-ish on foot and when he returned via the alley behind Lou's house, there was in HIS words, "A big nigger jumped me and pulled a blade and cut me." DISCLOSURE: Our son was not brought up to talk disparagingly about any race. But to the contrary, we always expressed much curiosity about races and their traditions, culture and celebrations. His verbal ethnic slurs are a direct result of whom he is in daily association with, at 20 years of age, the choices are all his much to my chagrin. *Frown*

*Rolleyes* Heard too many lies from his mouth and I'm NOT buying it. I show little to no concern, much to his consternation. Ever hear of the Peter & the Wolf story?

So I start my Perry Mason line of questioning and nothing he said made sense. Not only that, he couldn't tell the same story twice. He studdered, said, "uh" more than
W H Press Sec Gibbs and was losing his temper at every question we presented to him. **Tsk, tsk**

He has NO credibility with either of us. That saddens me deeply. I've tried my BEST to drill into him that his Word, Honor and Integrity are the most important attributes he possesses.

Then I go see Candy, my neighbor (**where the Siamese kitten has all the petting she can stand with all her boys**) and she tells me that my son has been in a crack apartment "doing it" with Donna's husband, on a regular basis. She was scared to tell me, she was apologetic and literally wringing her hands over and over. She started pacing her living room as she spoke. I ASSURED her she had done NOTHING wrong in telling me what a mother needs to know.

I asked her, "if this were reversed, don't you KNOW that I WOULD tell YOU? I would NOT hesitate one nano-second."

I knew Candy wished she hadn't told me. As I stood to leave, I held out my arms and asked her if we could say a Word. She grinned and then the sweet Spirit cut loose from me that Candy have peace and happiness and I have victory with Cody and this relapse. I left her home fortified. *Delight*

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I had upon Bob & Donna's move-in let them know our STAND about Cody being over in their apt. when they are imbibing. I'm used to making myself crystal clear, so imagine my surprise when Bob tells Tom that Cody pushes himself in, so he has a safe place to crack! What kind of man is Bob that allows a 20-yr. old to dictate to him what happens in his home???

I came straight in this apartment and told Tom what I learned from Candy. She was afraid that her name would be brought up and I told her not to fear. Tom got up, showered, dressed and went straight to pay Bob a visit. Tom was told that Bob was not there. Donna was lying. He was in the back bedroom CRACKIN'!

So I went to our apartment, got the cordless and called Bob, Donna answered, I gave the phone to Tom and Tom asked Bob to step outside. Tom told me to stay on our side. So Berle and Brenda (former and present neighbor) came on my side and we talked about the two kittens Princess had a few weeks ago, one being a tux B&W like my Max-rat.

Donna saw me, looked back at Tom and Bob's very quiet conversation and here she come, bringing her bullsheet to me. I automatically start thinking WWJD *Exclaim* She kept getting in my face AND wagging her forefinger, repeating the same line over and over and telling me my son is an addict. So it BEGGED the question, WTF R U then *Question* *Angry*

Berle and Brenda dissolved into the ironwork and I never saw when or where they went.

Donna kept up her provocative rambling and I kept putting up my hand/STOP sign for her to get the message, but alas Donna is very ill! *Smirk* I KEPT walking away from her and she kept dogging me. Tom and Bob saw what was happening and that ended their conversation, Tom came to my side and Bob corralled Donna. Since Donna had her full-face make-up on, I should have known what I was in for.

Sybil comes to mind first. You've seen the original with Joanne Woodward as the afflicted young woman with multiple personalities. Yes, when that makeup goes on, her MPs come out to wreck havoc and it matters not who is in her way. She has NO CONSCIOUS, NO REMORSE and NO HOLDS BARRED.

She becomes wicked *Shock* but I have NO FEAR of her. Yes, I tried to avoid the unpleasantness that is always associated with ranting psychologically challenged people, but and however, when push comes to shove, I will have NO compulsion to call the police and restrain her physically.

I have no desire in me any time to hit or hurt anyone so when a woman approaches me like she wants to do me bodily harm, I have an alternate personality that takes over to protect me I guess. *Confused* Uh oh, I feel it coming up . . .

Once upon a time, many years ago, (15yrs) I was sent to jail for a DWI that the arresting officer wasn't quite sure if I was intoxicated or not, sooo he called to the scene, a DWI Specialist, said so, right there on his stainless steel name bar. We talked like you and I would. I was interviewing that day and was in my interview outfit. Looking quite the snappy professional.

He asked me to get in the patrol car, without hand-cuffs, and we had the nicest conversation as we are speeding down the freeway to the Harris County jail, when suddenly the cop asked me, "Patricia, see that Bronco in front of us?"

"Yes sir, I see that he seems to be swerving somewhat" I offered. "Are you gonna' get 'im?" I asked wondering and hoping the both of us would NOT ride together downtown.

He said while looking in his rear view mirror at me, "you just sit tight while I go talk to this driver, okay?"

"Yes sir, I'll be right here when you return!" (**I'm thinkin' jus' where else do you think I might shash-shay off to? Huh? I'm locked in the back seat of this squad car, brainiac! *Smirk***)

He went to the driver's door and motioned for the driver to get out and when the driver opened the door, he spilled out and landed in a drunken pile right at the officer's feet. Dum da dum dum, . . . dummm. It's all over but the breathalyzer now. A very small Mexican in a heap at this copper's feet. He got on his shoulder radio and called it in.

Within 5-8 minutes, the unit showed, cuffed and scooped the baked Mexican and then the wreckers fought over the white Bronco to be impounded.

So Mr. DWI Specialist and I resumed our trip downtown. Once arriving, he opened the door for me, extended his hand to assist me out and we walked side-by-side to the officer at the processing desk. The sergeant looked at me and seeing no cuffs thought I had wondered in from the street and needed some assistance. "May I help you miss?" he asked most sincerely.

I looked at his slightly confused face and said, "I'm with him," as I pointed to the Knight in the HPD uniform. The booking sergeant stupefied, asks his cop friend, "What did she do?" with eyes wide like he couldn't believe this professionally dressed woman standing before him, was a lawbreaker.

In the holding tank, I was surrounded by ghastly prostitutes, street people and the scum of the earth in general. Blacks, Mexicans, Asians and three white women, me and two others and we sought each other out quickly.

One short black woman had a tattoo of Minnie Mouse above her right ankle. On the top of Minnie's head were the words BACK OFF and underneath her feet was, WHITE BITCH! The owner of that tattoo caught me looking at it and jumped to her feet to challenge me, right there in the holding tank.

Amazing what our brain can do for us when in an unsafe environment or when there is a perceived danger. A personality can emerge to save our blessed assurance, to ward off an attack, to change the aggressor's attitude OR surprise, surprise, to intimidate the intimidator. AH HA!

What emerged from me at that moment when I sprung to my feet to meet her challenge, is still a story I tell (**once in a blue moon *Smile***) with relish! *Delight*

I was a full head taller than this sinewy, lean black woman and I was no longer Patricia Ann, but POWERFUL ADVERSARY, ready to give back to this provocateur all she could handle.

She came up to me, arms straight down by her sides and pushed her body into mine hard, but much to her dilemma, I didn't budge, not one iota. It were as if I had become a mountain of granite. So then her mouth became engaged, non-stop spewing of profanities and all eyes were upon us two.

It was as if I were in a B-grade movie in slo-mo, then I became ICE - moving on instinct and fearlessness. What was coursing through my body besides adrenaline, was alien to me, but welcome at the same time. I felt empowered, emboldened, and invincible! (**it's a good thing that we don't have this surge on a permanent basis**) Whew!

I looked down at her, speaking that deliberate soft (music box on low), "why don't you go sit down?" as I gave her my best icicle stare-down. She unloaded a FU and was working up a load of spit to spray on me, when I clenched my entire right arm (up to and including my shoulder) and flung it mightily across her chest which sent her stumbling sideways into the wall. The sitting women hurriedly split like the Red Sea.

From that day, I KNEW where that strength came from, because I'm not that physically strong, but when there is a need, God will fill it, even if you don't acknowledge Him. *Delight* G L O R Y ! (**see, God knows what's gonna' happen in our future, so He knew that one day I would be recounting this story and that He would receive the GLORY**) Gotta' L O V E Him, He's sooooooo *Cool*.

The holding cell was as quiet as a funeral parlor. I was standing dead center in the tank waiting for her next move. As she lunged for me, I said, "you don't want to do that," and a simple side-step sent her plunging into a trio of obese black gals who took offense to her body-slamming them and they kinda' took over the discipline of their own sista' *Cool*

Thereafter, she would eyeball me, but never approached me again. HALLELUJAH!

All the women deputies treated me very well, asking what I was doing in this place.

Then came my introduction to the " animal house ". This is one big room that has 24 to 36 females of fluctuating IQ's and personality disorders. It was INSANE!

I took a top bunk immediately and as soon as my derriere hit the mattress, a huge black woman named "Mimi" addled up the side of my bunk. She introduced herself and declared herself my protector. (**sumbody help me F A S T !**) Ohhh, . . . sheet!

Naw, man, this AIN'T happening! Here my ability to use words with body language, tempered by tones emitted from my voice, saved my behind from too many dramas in the Animal House.

That seems like a lifetime ago, funny I should think of it now, but what the hay? Huh?

So . . . the moral to this short story is, NEVER think a situation is lost, just because the outside appearances seem stacked against you. You will A L W A Y S have an unseen partner with you, IF you believe. *Heart*

Call on Him today and see if what I tell you is TRUE or not. And hey, you don't have to share that sweetness with me;
but please share His love of you with someone you care about. *Heart*

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Okay, you Obamaphiles, don't get bent over this joke, but us independents /conservatives can't help but wet our pants at this one. *Smirk*

A guy traveling through Mexico on vacation lost his wallet and all of his identification. Cutting his trip short, he attempted to make his way home but was stopped by the U.S. Customs Agent at the border.

"May I see your identification, please?" asked the agent.

"I'm sorry, but I lost my wallet," replied the guy.

"Sure buddy, I hear that every day. No ID, no entry," said the agent.

"But I can prove I'm an American!" he exclaimed. "I have a picture of Ronald Reagan tattooed on one side of my butt and George Bush on the other."

"This I gotta see," replied the agent.

With that, the guy dropped his pants and showed the agent his behind.

"By golly, you're right!" exclaimed the agent. "Have a safe trip back to Chicago."

"Thanks!" he said. "But how did you know I was from Chicago?"

The agent replied, "I recognized Obama in the middle."

Get up off the floor whenever you're able *Laugh* AND *Laugh* AND *Laugh* AND

DON'T send me any pro-Obama opinions, statements or platitudes *Exclaim*

. . . send those instead to your primary health care provider *Yawn*

August 10, 2009 at 12:18am
August 10, 2009 at 12:18am
I am thrilled to report that I won First Place in Round Nine of the
 Bite Size Poetry Contest  (E)
Just one small sweet bite of poetry is all I need.
#1559317 by Taizia

I received another Poetry Merit Badge, making my "community number" seven :):):)
Check it out; "Invalid Item

From a Nevada email fwd:

These have to be original and genuine. No adult is this creative!! Well hold yur horses there little lady. *Smirk*

JACK (age 3) was watching his Mom breast-feeding his new baby sister. After a while he asked: "Mom, you have two? (holding up two fingers) One hot, one cold milk?" Eyes wide with wonder. pure sweetness, utter innocence. *Heart* *Kiss*

MELANIE (age 5) asked her Granny how old she was. Granny replied she was so old she didn't remember any more. Melanie said, 'If you don't remember you must look in the back of your panties. Mine say five to six.' (**granny had to laugh out loud at that pure logic**) *Laugh*

STEVEN (age 3) hugged and kissed his Mom good night. "I love you so much that when you die I'm going to bury you outside my bedroom window." (**now that seems pretty intense for a young man *Heart***)

NATALIE (age 4) had an ear ache and wanted a pain killer. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, her Mom explained it was a child-proof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked:

"How does it know it's me?"

I'm afraid I'd be laughing out loud while twirling that little girl round 'n' round *Laugh*

SUSAN (age 4) was drinking juice when she got the hiccups. "Please don't give me this juice again," she said, "It makes my teeth cough." *Smile* Mine have only itched before . . . long time ago. *Smile*

DJ (age 4) stepped onto the bathroom scale and asked: 'How much do I cost?'

This little man has been paying a lot of attention to his world. *Thumbsup*

CLINTON (age 5) was in his bedroom looking worried, when his Mom asked what was troubling him, he replied, "I don't know what'll happen with this bed when I get married. How will my wife fit in it?"
Clinton is already a thinker. As long as he's not obsessing, which few do, thank Our Lord. *Delight* In my opinion, at this age some kids can get real serious about some things and depending upon their facial language and your intimate knowledge of them, is how you would answer them.

Cody constantly amazed me at what was important at differing times throughout his early development. Babies are handed to each of us as a natural scientist, it's how we respond and develop them that is the purest gift we give them.

EVAN (age 4) was engrossed in a young couple that were hugging and kissing in a restaurant. Without taking his eyes off them, he asked his Dad: "Why is he whispering in her mouth?" Wouldn't you love to hear Dad's answer, while Mom is blowin' seeds from her lemon wedge in a napkin? *Bigsmile*

RUTHIE (age 4) was with her mother when they met an elderly, rather wrinkled woman her Mom knew. Ruthie looked at her for a while and then asked, 'Why don't your skin fit your face?" Oh yeah, these things will happen and it comes with the innocence we all had for too short a duration.

We adults turn red, stammer out a quasi-apology from frontal lobe dysfunction and gingerly usher daughter away from poor lady. Ugh, but the child's delicate psyche is worth a general, musically-boxed lesson on the "old and the young" in a manner that is probably reminiscent of "If you can't say something nice about somebody, then don't you say nothing at all" At age 4 this will remain the standard for years, after all, it has been around for over a century. *Bigsmile*

CASEY (age 4) was listening to a Bible story. His dad read: "The man named Lot was warned to take his wife and flee out of the city but his wife looked back and was turned to salt." Concerned, Casey asked: "What happened to the flea?" This precious child is concentrating hard on that story his Dad is sharing with him.
He doesn't want to miss a thing *Heart*

Saving the BEST for LAST *Wink*

This particular Sunday sermon . . .

"Dear Lord," the minister began, with arms extended toward heaven and a rapturous look on his upturned face, "without You, we are but dust . . .' He would have continued but at that moment my very obedient daughter who was listening, leaned over to me and asked quite audibly in her shrill, little, four-year-old voice, "Mom, what is butt dust?" Ohhh, a slinkin' I will GO, a slinkin' I WILL GO, Hi LO the MERRIO, a slinkin', I WOULD GO! *Blush* I might even faint! *Laugh*

Make sure you Copy & Paste and spread the smiles . . .

August 9, 2009 at 10:39pm
August 9, 2009 at 10:39pm

Found out this week that my neighbor, Donna, has lymphoma. Cancer of the lymph nodes, discovered by a CT Scan when she went in for her inability to breathe.

A former neighbor who moved away a few months ago, called me to ask if I knew about Donna. I told her I knew that she was admitted to the hospital right across the street for what I thought would be a breathing treatment and she would be released.

NOT. Berle told me she had blood clotS in her lungs and needed prayer. Her tone was grave and dismal and I got a lump in my throat. I dashed outside to see if George's truck was here and saw Juan's boys bringing in sacks of groceries from the side street next to the apartments.

I ran to the side street and saw George hanging on the truck bed and told him of the call about Donna. He, of course, agreed to go and pray for her.

When we arrived on the ICU floor there was a throng of people waiting in the elevator area as if they were not allowed to go to the patient's rooms. To heck with that, I just excused myself and went to the nurses' station and asked for Donna's room.

Bob, her husband, was with her and she was hooked up to three monitors, heart, lung and I forget the other. There was beeping and clicking and a tick-tocking of sorts. They were restraining her movements to avoid the dislodge of the clots, so the meds that dissolve the them could do their job.

I must say she looked good under the circumstances and as I prompted Bob and George to gather round her for prayer, she lit up. *Smile*

I noticed as I took her hand that she was trembling and I lifted her hand to my face and pressed her hand into my cheek to stop the shaking. George prayed first, then I went. I had her hand pressed so firmly into my cheek that I could not discern if she was still shaking or not.

But what WAS brought to my attention rather crudely was the intestinal disorder that I have, hit me, right there in the middle of prayer. Didn't stop me, if anything it made me pray harder and with even more conviction.

I KNEW in my KNOWER that I was being attacked because I was praying for someone else. And to that I say with much confidence; Is that ALL you got?

And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.

For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that He might be the firstborn among many brethren.

Moreover whom He predestined, these He also called; whom He called, these He also justified*; and whom He justified, these He also glorified. gettin' excited yet?

What then shall we say to these things *Question*

If God be for us, who can be against us *Question*

Romans 8:28-31

So after convincing George that I had to get home pronto, we left Donna in the capable hands of the ICU staff. *Check4*

I came home to a straight 27-hour bout of pain and dry heaving. Misery on top of misery. But the deal is, it came to pass . . . *Delight*

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The above link is the interesting story of the couple that started Snopes.com the Go To Site to validate stories through emails we all receive. In case you have an interest in how they became the status symbol of what investigative reporters used to do. Ask the hard questions and D I G ! Which they apparently do. *Thumbsup*

I have just recently gotten a ream of computer paper so I can have no more excuses for not getting on with the letters I must get out. So my Monday is already lined out.

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Okay yall, let's have a little grin/chuckle/snicker before bedtime. *Bigsmile* Copied and Pasted;

From The London Times: (Internet)

A Well-Planned Retirement

Outside England's Bristol Zoo there is a parking lot for 150 cars and 8 buses. For 25 years, its parking fees were managed by a very pleasant attendant. The fees were �1 for cars ($1.40), �5 for buses (about $7).

Then, one day, after 25 solid years of never missing a day of work, he just didn't show up; so the Zoo Management called the City Council and asked it to send them another parking agent.

The Council did some research and replied that the parking lot was the Zoo's own responsibility. The Zoo advised the Council that the attendant was a City employee.
The City Council responded that the lot attendant had never been on the City payrole.

Meanwhile, sitting in his villa somewhere on the coast of Spain (or some such scenario), is a man who'd apparently had a ticket machine installed completely on his own; and then had simply begun to show up every day, commencing to collect and keep the parking fees, estimated at about $560 per day -- for 25 years. Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over $7 million dollars!

And no one even knows his name.

My ex says this is " wolfpussy " - I think stranger things have happened *Cool*.

Awww-rite readers, have a light TV or computer snak, drink a glass of water, say your prayers and sleep with His angels, for tomorrow is M O N D A Y -

A L L * D A Y *Exclaim* *Wink*

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August 8, 2009 at 9:45am
August 8, 2009 at 9:45am
I certainly appreciate darkin'S comment in UtR yesterday.

*Blush* & harder *Blush* & deeper *Blush* & I NEED A eggy face as big as my " sheethouse "

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Ugh, crap and Umpf. A real blow to my "like to be right" philosphy, and I have learned a vitally valuable, hard-core demonstration of mis-information.

Thanks again darkin for clarifying that I AM a total schnOwwwz and should have thought to verify before my remarks in pink.

Must have come back too soon.

Anyway, I have signed up for the Snopes' automatic updates *Rolleyes* and will be much more diligent about posting legitimate sheet. *Blush* Then I find out about who Snopes is! A married couple started Snopes and I'll fill in later. I mean this, "they said", "he said", "she said" commentaries can become convoluted.

See, my personality is such that I will stew about this snafu, berating and chastising myself for the very thing I accuse others of. I am always telling my son and other young people that you can't always believe what you read in the newspaper or the Internet. So, the responsibility falls upon the blogger/ME to VERIFY before pasting.

I failed my readers and for that I sincerely apologize.

Time to break the fast - I'm starved and ready for coffee.

Something to LAUGH at this morning: from an email forward I received from Nevada

Subject: The Truth about Roswell

The year is 1947.

Some of you will recall that on July 8, 1947, a little over 60 years ago, witnesses claim that an unidentified flying object (UFO) with five Aliens aboard crashed onto a sheep and mule ranch just outside Roswell, New Mexico.

This is a well known incident that many say has long been covered up by the U.S. Air Force and other federal agencies and organizations. However, what you may NOT know is that in the month of April 1948, nine months after that historic day, the following people were born:

Albert A. Gore, Jr.

Hillary Rodham

John F. Kerry

William J. Clinton

Howard Dean

Nancy Pelosi

Dianne Feinstein

Charles E. Schumer

Barbara Boxer

See what happens when aliens breed with sheep and jackasses? *Delight*

I certainly hope this bit of information clears up a lot of things for you. It did for me.

No wonder they support the bill to help illegal aliens! *Laugh* AND *Laugh*

Now You Know *Exclaim*

{**Bada bing, Bada boom - cymbal crash**)

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August 7, 2009 at 12:54am
August 7, 2009 at 12:54am
*Question* ? *Question* ? *Question*

TELL ME THAT YOU OR SOMEONE YOU KNOW, KNEW THIS HOUSE BILL WAS BEING PASSED. SEE IT IN YOUR PAPER? *Confused* HEAR IT ON YOUR RADIO? *Confused* You'll read below the only place it did appear . . .

08/05/09 - An email I received from Newswatch, online watchdog group (there are sooo many now)

You and other Americans just spent $20,000,000 to move members, supporters of Hamas, a terrorist organization, to the United States; housing, food, the whole enchilada. HB 1388 PASSED

Whether you are an Obama fan, or not, EVERYONE IN THE U.S. needs to
know . . .

Something happened.... H.R. 1388 was passed yesterday, August 4th, 2009 behind our backs. You may want to read about it. It wasn't mentioned on the news. . . just went by on the ticker tape at the bottom of the CNN screen.

Obama funds $20M in taxpayer dollars to immigrate Hamas Refugees to the USA. This is the news that didn't make the headlines...

By Executive Order, President Barack Obama has designated the expenditure of $20.3 million in "migration assistance" to the Palestinian refugees and "conflict victims" in Gaza.

The "presidential determination", which allows hundreds of thousands of Palestinians with ties to Hamas to resettle in the United States, was signed on January 27 and appeared in the *Federal Register on February 4.

Few on Capitol Hill, or in the media, took note that the order provides a free ticket replete with housing and food allowances to individuals who have displayed their overwhelming support to the Islamic Resistance Movement (Hamas) in the parliamentary election of January 2006.

Awww heck yall, let's review this runaway train *Smirk* of itemized actions since Barack Obama's recent inauguration:

His First Call to any head of state, as President, was to Mahmoud Abbas, leader of Fatah party in the Palestinian territory. Gee, that Barack is friendly, ain't he?

His First one-on-one television interview with any news organization was with Al Arabya Television. Well now, that's easy to explain . . . this kind of newly armed President was anxious to show his Muslim brothers and sisters, (whom he had some exposure to in his early years) that he was indeed empathetic of their ideologies and was clearly demonstrating a willingness to "reach out with the proverbial olive branch" while flashing his mega-watt smile. (**snap, pop, goes photo ops rocks**)

Sooo, as Barack's studies intensified in these lands, he developed an ineradicable understanding and intricate knowledge that would surely come to impress and astound the Arab world today with measured pleasure as they dissect and pick apart this new American President.

I believe Obama believes that he is powerful enough to have sway and consequential influence with policy-makers and saber rattlers. He sees himself as a Global Piper - one which will play his song of evolving, changing and QUOTE, "he'll never allow you to go back to the way things were." unquote, Michelle O. (**sigh**)

His FIRST Executive Order was to fund/facilitate abortion(s) not just here within the U.S., but within the world, using U.S. taxpayer funds.
Does that say anything to you ladies and gentlemen *Question*

He ordered Guantanamo Bay closed and all military trials of detainees halted.

He ordered overseas CIA interrogation centers closed.

He withdrew all charges against the masterminds behind the USS Cole and the "terror attack" on 9/11.

Now we learn he's allowing hundreds of thousands of Palestinian refugees to move to, and live in, the US at American taxpayer expense.*Smirk*

These important and insightful issues are being "lost" in the blinding bail-outs and "stimulation" packages.

Doubtful? Of course you are, you are reading a former '60's activist/women's libber/Nam war protester/civil rights advocate for Natives AND Blacks/Equal Rights Amendment for women, equal work = equal pay demonstrator/environmental friend (waterway tables mostly), deforestation protestor/medically-rich-rain-forest-protection screamer/commercial fur-bearing animal lobbyists AND last but certainly not least, American Cannabis Lovers Unite! (**you might notice a similar acronym**) *Pthb* *Wink*

I was VERY BUSY *Bigsmile*

To verify this for yourself:



We ARE losing this country at a rapid pace and becoming a nation of pollyannas and paper tigers. And if Timothy Geithner can't learn to hold his head up and speak to another adult LIKE an adult, he needs to stay home or in his office and consult with a proxy/PR man! Timothy has NO discernible confidence or polish, plus he's a tax-evader/cheat.

then God said,
"Let the earth bring forth grass, the herb that yields seed, and the fruit tree that yields fruit according to its kind, whose seed is in itself, on the earth",
and it was so.

And the earth brought forth grass,
the herb that yields seed according to its kind, and
the tree that yields fruit, whose seed is in itself according to its kind.
And God saw that it was good.

So the evening and the morning were the third day.

Genesis 1:11-13

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August 6, 2009 at 2:38pm
August 6, 2009 at 2:38pm
You have enemies? Good.

That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life.

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July 22, 2009 at 9:32pm
July 22, 2009 at 9:32pm
Ladies and Gentlemen,

While heavily engaged in a name/document/litigation action research effort, I inadvertently came across my mother's obituary.

She was in fact my adopted mother and the only mother I have ever known. They had adopted Lynda Christine first, then me. After 19 years and 11 days they had their own child, Deborah Renee.

They chose not to inform me of her death, for excuses I can only imagine and dissect and pray for in earnest.

I have been sick to my stomach, cried and cried out to my Father God and I am left with this; I KNOW in my KNOWER - it will be revealed to me and I must Be Still to receive it.

I will be away until such time my Lord sees fit. I can only embrace this as a monumental moment in my life on levels no one could understand but Him.

I am confident that I will be a different person when I return and that has to be an Upgrade!

I dare to ask you, each one who believes the way I do, to include me in your prayers tonight, I am receiving my neighbors and my church group already and it makes me strong.

Calling what isn't as though it were in Jesus Holy Name.
Forgive me for no scriptural reference

July 22, 2009 at 11:14am
July 22, 2009 at 11:14am
While I was on my blog run yesterday I was at the Manifesto Remix, "Invalid Entry which is Z.˚rz playground. I read his hypothetical and it jogged my memory banks about a Think Tank (in the northeast part of the US) that put this one to the so-called intellectuals. *Rolleyes*

There are no questions to ask as it will all be crystal clear as far as information you'll need to eek out a possible theory. Okay, Z, I expect yours to be the first one. *Laugh*

A man (no race, no age, no description necessary) and his dog. (no breed, no sex, no age, no description necessary)

They are both locked in a room with no windows, no skylight, no possible means of exiting the room. The door is locked on the outside. There is nothing in the room but the man and his dog.

What will happen in a matter of time?

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From the O'Reilly Factor, a guest was on telling the audience that:
The GI from Idaho, who disappeared from his unit in Afghanistan, as it turned out, went AWOL. That Bowe Bergdahl went voluntarily with those men. Don't you think that has to be a morale buster for our troops? Here they were, all worried about him and he went willingly *Exclaim* G r r r r r r r *Exclaim*

Here's a good civilian story from California;

One of my sons serves in the military. He is still stateside, here in California.

He called me yesterday to let me know how warm and welcoming people were to him and his troops everywhere he goes, telling me how people shake their hands and thank them for being willing to serve and fight for not only our own freedoms, but so that others may have them also.

But he also told me about an incident in the grocery store he stopped at yesterday on his way home from the base. He said that ahead of several people in front of him stood a woman dressed in a burkha.

He said when she got to the cashier she loudly remarked about the U.S. flag lapel pin the cashier wore on her smock. The cashier reached up and touched the pin, and said proudly, "Yes, I always wear it and probably always will."

The woman in the burkha then asked the cashier when she was going to stop bombing her countrymen, explaining that she was Iraqi.

A gentleman standing behind my son stepped forward. Putting his arm around my son's shoulders and nodding towards my son, he said in a calm and gentle voice to the Iraqi woman: "Lady, hundreds of thousands of men and women like this young man have fought and died so that YOU could stand here, in MY country and accuse a check-out cashier of bombing YOUR countrymen. It is my belief that had you been this outspoken in YOUR own country, we wouldn't need to be there today. But, hey, if you have now learned how to speak out so loudly and clearly, I'll gladly buy you a ticket and pay your way back to Iraq so you can straighten out the mess in YOUR country that you are obviously here in MY country to avoid.

Everyone within hearing distance cheered!

IF YOU AGREE pass this on to all your proud American friends.

I just did.....HELL YEAH *Exclaim*

H O O R A H *Exclaim*

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I'm working on forgiving my neighbor, George, who yesterday FORGOT me and my doctor's appointment. He took another neighbor somewhere and just blew me off. Or else his memory is failing him. If truth be told, that's probably what happened. But he has no idea what missing that appointment entails for me.

I will run out of meds and couldn't get another appointment until 7/31/09. I could seriously shake him til his liver fell out, but will refrain. *Smile*

He came by this morning to take me to the Wednesday morning Bible study and I just could not sit in that stinky truck and breathe his odor to the church, I was afraid I would launch into a tirade about my missed appointment! Better to sit this study out than to go off like a Houston Rocket! *Laugh*

Oh, before I forget, the Astros are killin' the Cards *Bigsmile*


July 21, 2009 at 12:29am
July 21, 2009 at 12:29am
The 10-year anniversary of John F. Kennedy Jr.'s death came July 16th, 2009 and I forgot it. Didn't mean to slight the famous, incredibly handsome John Jr. He and his wife Caroline Bessette and her sister all died aboard the Piper plane John had come to love piloting.

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I was sick about it. Cody was 10-years old when that happened. I just couldn't believe that special young man was gone. The nation was sick the remainder of that summer. When Jackie had passed away, John resumed his interest in aviation and the broken ankle had to be a factor along with his limited experience.

It was overwhelmingly S A D. *Frown* *Cry*

Many Washingtonites and government officials were thinking and hoping that John Jr. would follow his Dad's footsteps and go into the political machine full bore, but that didn't happen due largely to Jackie's influence I believe. She did her BEST to shield those two kids from the elites and political snobs that Jackie was so far elevated from. I admired her mothering and protecting her children.

Short story: I cannot remember where I read this, but it was after the crash that killed John Jr. & his wife and his sister-in-law.

One of the Secret Service men assigned to Jackie, Caroline and John Jr. during the funeral (1963) had been given full charge of the rambunctious 3-year old John-John.

The day of the funeral was cold and John-John had been dressed in gloves, along with his top coat and short-pants. Jackie had instructed this SS man to remove John-John's gloves, so he might salute his father's casket as it rolled by. The SS man complied with the First Lady's request and we all saw the image of the precious toddler saluting his Daddy as he rolled by. America wept for Jackie and those two darling children.

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The SS man in charge of John-John, had received the boy's gloves and placed them in his overcoat pocket for safekeeping. In the grieving that followed for the family and the nation, the Secret Service man, hung up his overcoat in the back of his closet, never intending to wear it again.

Over three decades went by and the Secret Service man never had another thought about the overcoat.

Until July 16th, 1999, the accident happened that spun the US in disbelief. The beloved JFK Jr., his wife and her sister had plunged into the waters close to Martha's Vineyard, in a Piper airplane and had disappeared from radar.

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The former SS man, wracked with the pain of losing JFK Jr. went to his closet and brought out the old overcoat and looked at it for a long time, remembering the lighter times at the Kennedy White House, John-John playing underneath his father's desk, Jack allowing his son the run of the Oval Office - He was distraught.

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He absentmindedly removed the coat from the hanger and sat on his bed racked with inconsolable grief as he reflected to the day in 1963 when he had charge of the lively little boy. He checked the inside pockets and found some scrap pieces of paper, a hankie for Caroline, a book of matches and in his left breast pocket, he pulled out those tiny gloves that he had placed there 36 years ago.

He said he lost it. He cried like a child. Those little gloves took him over the edge and I can only imagine the pain he suffered. *Heart* I cried when I read the story.

Loss of a child is something I have never had to endure and I don't know how parents that have experienced it, did it, other than to know that God is always with us, even then. I do know that it doesn't go away overnight and sometimes for years.

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I have also been protected from FAMINE, FIRE & FLOOD *Exclaim* Praise to God for His protection and provision. I am glued to catastrophes like Katrina and The Twin Tower attacks - for I have never had to go through these horrible things and I am beyond grateful for that fact.

When the Towers fell, I cried for those people, they were not those damn Yankees at that point, they were my fellow Americans, and I wept for them and their families.

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> > > W A R N I N G *Exclaim* < < <

The link below is very graphic and may be disturbing to some readers, so PLEASE if you have a weak stomach this video ain't for you.

It's about the senseless slaughter of horses in Miami, Florida, where horse meat goes to the black market for $20 per pound. If your are a equine enthusiast don't look. It's disgusting and senseless.



They say that cold blooded killers start with killing animals . . .

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July 20, 2009 at 11:57pm
July 20, 2009 at 11:57pm
July 19, 2009 at 7:01pm
July 19, 2009 at 7:01pm
A story about our GIs, for you from an email forward;

The Sack Lunches

I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight . . . 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap, I thought.

Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.

'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.

"Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan."

After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time..

As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. "No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base."

His friend agreed.

I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill.

"Take a lunch to all those soldiers." She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. "My son was a soldier in Iraq; it's almost like you are doing it for him."

Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, "Which do you like best - beef or chicken?"

"Chicken," I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class. "This is your thanks."

After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room. A man stopped me. "I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this." He handed me twenty-five dollars.

Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand, and said, "I want to shake your hand."

Quickly unfastening my seat belt, I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, "I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot." I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.

Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.

When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!

Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base. I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars."It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You."

Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers. As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals.

It seemed so little . . .

A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including My life.'

That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'

May God give you the strength and courage to pass this along to everyone on your email buddy list.......

I JUST DID *Bigsmile*

Isn't that a beautiful story?

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Random thoughts:

Watched a 2-hour special on the History Channel called God vs Satan. Boy, in it was some thought for serious pondering. Since God knows all, sees all, hears all, when He created Satan or Lucifer (still am not sure they are one and the same) didn't He know that Satan/Lucifer would rebel and lead one third of heaven's angels to follow him?

He had to know - there had to be an opposing force. GOOD & EVIL, He had to have orchestrated that eventuality, otherwise the whole confess and repent action is meaningless. Right?

AND whenever we see the Garden of Eden depicted anywhere, it's always the snake/serpent coiled in that Tree of Knowledge. Satan was not a slithering entity until after God pronounced His judgment on him for his seduction of His prize, mankind.

Genesis 3:14 And the Lord God said unto the serpent, "Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life.

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TO ALL NEWS ORGANIZATIONS: (excerpt from Human Events email newsletter)

Tell them that no amount of arrogant or derisive laughter on their part is going to make the issue go away. Article 2, Section 1, of the Constitution of the United States specifically states that the President of the United States must be a natural-born citizen and that Barack Obama has moved heaven and earth to block the release of his actual Birth Certificate - the one document that could prove his eligibility under the Constitution to occupy the office.

I for one am GLAD this issue is not going away. The State Department is complicit in this hide'N'seek-gate of the original birth document. How many other constitutional laws have been brushed aside? P L E N T Y *Exclaim* *Smirk*

Have a peaceful Sunday evening and give your kids, grandkids, nieces and nephews an extra hugg and *Kiss* tonight. They are little only once - don't miss those hugging and kissing ops. *Heart*


July 17, 2009 at 3:16pm
July 17, 2009 at 3:16pm
Man oh Man! This place is NEVER boring, NEVER! *Laugh* I made a suggestion in the WdC Suggestion Box that they get a right-handed thumbsup, an eggy face and praying hands. I guess the The StoryMistress wasn't bowled over by it.

Or maybe they have certain times they'll consider it. Dunno'!

My old stomach is bothering me at intervals today, so sitting to read an item is difficult. I'm already ready to go to bed. Tom washed 4 or 5 loads of clothes and linen today and I snapped, folded and stored. The heat is w/hf - 100+ and I just become a hermit whenever possible.

I have been in NOVAcatmando 'S port reading pieces she wrote as a child. She had the bug and such a precious photo of her at age 10 is in that folder "Invalid Item. I love reading the early writings of some authors here. Go see her sometime.

I'm fading, must stretch it out. Do something extra special as it's the beginning of your weekend and then we can hear about it Monday.

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July 17, 2009 at 11:24am
July 17, 2009 at 11:24am
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This photo is so precious!

Man, what a news day, Jakarta, Indonesia. Bomb blasts a Marriott Hotel -

Franken in like Flint.

Sotomayor is a high probability pass on the confirmation.

Obama expects the Health Care Bill to pass before August break - what's the hustle for? No one had read that bill either. These clowns are going at breakneck speed and the piper will be paid.

That murder of the couple in Florida who had 12 (?) special need kids and a female Realtor's involvement - man, people are treacherous. *Frown*

But how could they murder this couple *Question* *Frown*

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Megan Kelly is a FOX News anchor and she's pregnant. She's a glower too. *Smile* She had a medical report this morning with Dr. Manny Alvarez about fetal development to sound.

Before I go further with that report, Tom would talk to Cody in the final trimester late '88, early '89, nightly by getting really close to his environment and just talking about daily stuff or even silly things, that made me laugh. He did it because I asked initially and then because he enjoyed the nightly ritual. I tried to impress upon him the strong likelihood that the baby can hear sound from inside Mom. *Heart* That's why keeping mommy happy during her pregnancy is paramount. *Wink*

Well now it's been proven. *Bigsmile* I LOVE THAT! PLUS, babies in utero have short term memory *Exclaim* Don't you LOVE that? That final trimester the baby is soaking up Mom & Dad's voice, music, Mom's stress or the absence of it, hopefully.

Dads may feel a certain exclusion from the pregnancy experience, however they can be vital component to the baby's development before they even get here. *Delight* Mom's voice, as strange as it may seem, is not as clear as Dad's can be, by being right outside next to the womb. Baby has to audibly sift through Mom's heartbeat, and that burrito she had for supper last night, trying to digest, *Laugh* therefore making her voice somewhat modified.

After hearing this news, I went to Cody's bedside, both hands palm down on the edge of the mattress, his back to me, I leaned over to get as close to his ear as I could and whispered, "Cody", his head moved backwards (in my direction) but he did not wake. I was not really trying to wake him, merely an experiment with voice sound STILL! *Delight*

Always sad to see the unwed teen girls go through a pregnancy without the young man responsible to share the life they are bringing forth, correction, they are both supposed to be but we all know what happens too many times. Happened to my own mother December 1950. She was vulnerable at Christmas time and succumbed to the advances of an irresponsible man. See "Invalid Item which is based loosely on my own birth. The names are not fiction. *Delight*

I am happy about the music Cody was exposed to in the womb, not only hearing it, but I was singing Praise & Worship music full throttle *Smile* Praising the Lord for the life that stirred within me. People would glance over at a red light or bottleneck jam, but it didn't matter *Delight* I was rejoicing in the child that the Lord God had seen fit to give me, ME, Miss Rebellion, Miss Defiance, Miss Kiss-My-Derriere attitude.

A child, a babe, an innocent tiny, perfected human being and how I nourished that gift was my gift BACK to the One Who Gave me such a reward. Now things HAD TO change. I, we, Tom and I are now responsible for another human being. How bleeping awesome. Some days I would be sick from the load of it, me? Be responsible for another innocent human being that is half Tom and half me? Can I do this? Can I do this well enough? *Confused*

Other days I would be like a ballerina, poised and fluid in my movements and mind-set. I have to say, my pregnancy was on a scale of 1-10, a definite 9.3 ! I loved being pregnant. I couldn't wait to tell someone (besides Tom). I conceived late May 1988, morning sickness was a big blow physically BUT cold, sweet, juicy, natural, watermelon made morning sickness disappear! The fruit of His land made Cody in his development thrive within a healthy, non-nauseated Mommie. Glory to God!

It was on a trip to a sidewalk vendor with a pickup full of watermelons for sale, that I had my first opportunity to explain that I could not carry the five melons I purchased, because I was PREGNANT. The man nodded and grinned and said (**the first thing Mexicans learn in English**) "No problemo" and loaded the melons in my car. I was so tickled at being able to say that.

37 is a little long in the tooth to have a baby, but I FEARED NOT, I mean to say, I WAS scared sheet-less of the fact that I was going to deliver a child through the same aperture that I had intimacy, so visions of a morbid nature can did enter my mind. But I KNEW in my *Heart* that I would be a better Mom than many I knew. I was scared to death and as excited as any pregnant woman can be, all simultaneously. Yes, pregnant women are creatures to behold! *Bigsmile*

Even though Cody will be 20.5 August 22nd, next month, it's just now being proven that sound has it's benefits to the unborn child. It was revealed to me over 20 years ago that it was GOOD. I love God. He'll keep you waaay ahead of the curve, that's a promise! *Heart*

I suppose that Megan Kelly's piece is what prompted this entry today - She's going to be a GRRReat Mother.

I guess I 'll stick with the ONE topic today. Think about or share your own pregnancy experience. I have more tales but for another time. Don't wish to overkill the subject matter because it's too wonderful. *Heart*

And the men all said, "A M E N " *Bigsmile*

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July 16, 2009 at 3:56pm
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Since I've peeled myself off the ceiling *Bigsmile*, I am adjusting to the fact I have 13 more months at this incredible place. My heart jumpeth for J O Y !

Now I'll get busy reviewing for Gps and have a contest - so many ideas floating in my head. I love parodies. I love traditional poetry or formed poems and I love the Japanese haiku and moreso the Brazilian haiku, the latter has a rhyme pattern! *Delight*

Gonna' go look for a rooster image. Guess I better get those Gps first. *Wink*

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I'm celebrating my God for the remainder of this day and bid you all a peaceful night


July 14, 2009 at 11:10am
July 14, 2009 at 11:10am
After morning time with the Word and prayers, after coffee and a shower, He gave me some clarification regarding this blog.

Seven is frequently referred to as God's number - the number of completion. The seventh day God rested, not that He was tired (***Rolleyes***), that's a human condition or a natural state for homosapiens.

So when sevens pop up in my life, I automatically praise the Lord and thank Him for His favor. He also knows that since Cody was a little boy, I would give whatever to him and tell him "one for each hand" and he would be content with that and not ask for more. I have often used that same little phrase for adults who've asked for something and I would double it and say to them with love and a silly grin, "one for each hand".

So yesterday's count was 717, His number, "one for each hand" *Heart* with Him, Number One, bullseye CENTER *Delight* *Laugh*

Yes, My B&SIC, God likes to play too. *Heart*

I didn't, couldn't have made that up, it was revealed to me. I always want Him in the center of all that I do. And the reference to "one for each hand" just made fall deeper in love with Him, I know He's involved with every facet of what I do. Hallelujah to the Holy Name. *Exclaim*

I'm on a cloud of joy and love - especially prevalent today, I'm reminded of random acts of kindness and the happiness we receive when making someone else's life better. I'm always with the mind-set "I CAN MAKE THAT BETTER" whatever that situation is.

When we give it to God, He never lets us down. Short story, rather flash non-fiction it's called (**I'm not sure of the descriptions for storywriting yet**)

Cody is in Middle School, (**condensed version**) got in alleged trouble which necessitated me writing a 2-page letter to the Principal and finally a eyeball to eyeball conference was scheduled with Tom and I. Before leaving that morning, I asked Tom to pray with me that this problem be resolved fairly and that Cody's record reflect the school's error. We left believing that there would be four people, not three in that conference room.

The Principal was a little late as we had been seated by his secretary on time. He breezed in the conference room with my letter in hand. Very polite and sooo surprised at my letter. He knew nothing of the suspension for theft and agreed it was all a travesty in the manner it was handled. Good! It will be expunged from our son's record.

He said he wanted to call Cody into the office and have him sit in on the conversation. Cody got there in about five minutes and seated himself next to his Dad. The Principal gave him a nutshell version of our conversation and then stood up, reached across that huge table and asked Cody if he would shake his hand for the mistake and ensuing confusion. That he personally was sorry that Cody had to experience an accusation that was falsely made.

People, that was more than I thought of or asked for in my prayer before going to that school.

Cody stood sheepishly, stretching waaay over to reach his hand. They shook hands and Cody cut his eyes at me (**for my eyes never left my son's face**) and I gave him my Mona Lisa smile and he knew. *Delight*

I was about to implode with gratitude for my God WAS RIGHT THERE DIRECTING THE EVENTS OF THAT MEETING. *Exclaim*
He also gave us more than we asked for. He wants to do that for all of us. *Heart*

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I got to looking at my sig above and I think those are apples, not cherries. *Laugh*

When I got on the computer, FIRST thing I saw, was the story of the young girl with two hearts and the miracle Jesus bestowed upon her. He's so good and loving and forgiving.


It's lunchtime at WdC land - eat well, stay hydrated and love yourself because He loved you FIRST. *Delight*

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July 13, 2009 at 1:16pm
July 13, 2009 at 1:16pm
As in employment, the SOP here in Texas is a 90-day probationary period. The company looks at you and you look at the company. I worked at a court-reporting service in downtown Houston and at the end of my ninety days I gave them a TOS notification. I had NEVER done that before nor seen an owner of a company not know what was going on in his accounting department. Incredible oversights and blatant unaccountability.

Anyway, this is the end of a 90-day period for Under the Radar. I release stress when blahhhg-ging and have the freedom here to be me. *Delight*.

You know of course, that we ALL let others into our lives incrementally (if that much) when posting through our blogs. You will learn about a blogger just what they want you to know and no more. This is really a safe place to vent, to tell my truth and be as entertaining as possible, at the same time. *Thumbsup*

At 10:00pm Texas time I will click that place that will show me the count. I keep it hid all month and then it surprises and delights me to see the increase. Yippy-Ky-Yo!

What astounds me is the statistics! Yes, it pleases me but also *Confused*S me.

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July 13th "Invalid Entry 717

I don't bite, I don't care what you've been told! *Laugh*

I am sooo surprised and totally thrilled at YOUR interest in mine - that's a communal spirit; maybe in time, members will share more with me. I have to be patient and keep the fires burning. Embracing this therapeutic place and all the pros and cons that come with it. The pros will outperform the cons - every time.

Writing.Com Readers - Thank you for giving me thrills and chills as I continue my education here at this monumental playground. I have enjoyed letting my hair down to a degree and find this blog as my own little niche in the Word World.

I want for you ALL to know the peace and profit that can be yours from a most personal friendship with Our Lord Jesus. He loves you more than your families!
He loves you MORE than your significant other! He loves you MORE than your pets do! His divinity is MORE than we, in our humanity, can possibly grasp.

That gives me all kind of comfort. Hoping is does you as well *Heart*

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Almost forgot in my excitement;


I have just read and signed the petition: "Fix the U.S. Food Safety System Now!"

Please take a moment to read about this important issue, and join me in signing the petition. It takes just 30 seconds, but can truly make a difference. We are trying to reach 10,000 signatures - please sign here:


Once you have signed, you can help even more by asking your friends and family to sign as well.

Thank you! VOTE:ObamaDramaOverIn2012:D

July 13, 2009 at 2:02am
July 13, 2009 at 2:02am
I have penned a parody for monty31802 because he asked to write something that rhymes. So I did. For you Mr. Monty!

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Check out the latest on the Saint Andreas fault line at the link below;


I found this yesterday and it touched me.

Message #1936544, posted on 07-09-09 @ 6:27 pm EDT,
by: Becca (1)
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Est. April 16, 2009
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When I was about 14, my parents were in college and had absolutely no money for Christmas. Someone Used the campus postal service to send my family enough money to truly enjoy Christmas. There were no notes, no return address not even a postmark. My father spent the rest of his life talking about that day. It entered many of his sermons. For the first 6 months after that though, Daddy told the story and thanked everybody he saw that could have possibly been responsible for the wonderful gift.

With my father on my mind today, I couldn't let this go without saying thank you some how. Someone out there in Writing.com land gave me a gift of a three month upgraded membership. I don't know who it was. So I'm now in the same position my father was and this is the best way I can find to say thank you. So Thank you. Hopefully whoever did it will read this and smile. So again thanks for the upgraded membership. I really do appreciate it.

How touching! *Delight* What a thoughtful way to thank Anonymous.

I was wondering if a real person makes those Gifts or if there's an automated system that randomly selects newbies and then uses some kind of involvement scale to determine how active and excited this person is to be here.

Just examining my port and the information there, seems like sports stats sometimes. Overload. But maybe the Blues and Purps look at them. Dunno'.

There's so much to digest here. Hours go by sometimes and I chastise myself severely. *Wink* I've sat here so long that my feet have swollen. That's too long.

I have sooo much to be thankful for and all the little things matter to me for they are the delights that I never expected, out of the stratosphere with a galaxy of love behind it. When God moves you - you have to do something. *Bigsmile* He won't quit until you do. He actively pursues us. *Cool*

Don't you love that *Question*

July 12, 2009 at 1:00am
July 12, 2009 at 1:00am
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She's sexy huh? The only thing Miss Hot-Stuff has that I have is the same haircut, sans the bangs! Don't stop me from wishin' I had everything else. *Wink*

LOOK what I got from monty31802

Subject:You've Received A Gift!

You have received a gift from Monty (113)
Last On: Today
Email User: monty31802 [Offline / Private]

Your Gift: * 1 One (1) Month Upgraded Writing.Com Membership [pm0050_001]

Message From Sender:

Write me a poem that rhymes.

Hearts and Flower2s

Man! GOD IS SOOO GOOOD!!! Monty, Monty, Monty, YOU did it man!
Made my M O N T H *Exclaim* *Balloon1* * *Balloon2* * *Balloon3*

This AND a visit to my door from the Native American that I prayed for yesterday (with his wife Irene), giving me a praise report about his health, that the bleeding had stopped. *Delight* Praises!

By His stripes we are healed!

Not maybe or sometimes or IF you are good enough, but it's there, a done deal, JUST CLAIM IT IN JESUS NAME!!!

Ask me if I shouted the VICTORY right outside my apartment door, with Tiger and George standing right there. I wanted all the neighbors to know how good God was to Tiger, an ex-con, 15 years in prison and full of regrets for a wasted life. He sees the power of His Creator now and I love God so much for His patience.

Along the same vein;


Top House Democrat Forbids Prayers to Jesus
Sunday, July 12, 2009 12:05 PM

NEW NATIONAL PETITION to stop banning the name of Jesus in Pennsylvania State-House prayers. Please click, sign, WE WILL FAX your petition automatically to all 253 Pennsylvania Senators and Representatives (saving you hours of labor!)

BREAKING NEWS: Pennsylvania House Speaker bans Jesus Christ from prayers. Heroic Pastor Censored. California City also debates vote to ban Jesus from prayers. "California, Stand Up For Jesus!" State-wide Prayer Rally 5 Aug, 6pm in Lodi, CA.

Dear Friends,

The right to pray publicly "in Jesus name" is under new attack in Pennsylvania and again in California. Please let me explain to you exactly what terrible events just transpired...

The Democrat Speaker of the Pennsylvania House, Keith R. McCall has just issued (and enforced) a policy which bans the name of Jesus Christ as illegal speech that may not be uttered during voluntary prayers spoken before the Pennsylvania state legislature. *Shock*

Pastor Gerry Stoltzfoos of Freedom Valley Worship Center in Adams County, PA had been invited to pray the invocation at the State-House on June 30th, but McCall's office insisted on previewing and censoring a written copy of the prayer beforehand.

"I wrote the prayer and sent it to them and they sent back a very short rejection notice," Pastor Stoltzfoos told reporters from One News Now. "So I wrote back, 'I'm curious as to why.'

And they said it had an offensive word. 'Can you tell me what the word was?'

And they came back and said 'Jesus.'" Stoltzfoos says he prays in Jesus' name because Jesus instructed him to do so in the Bible. In John 14, 15, and 16, Jesus said three times, "the Father will give you whatever you ask in my name." Colossians 3:17 says, "whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus."

McCall's office then refused to allow Stoltzfoos to say the prayer before the legislature. The Democrat's staff told the pastor that Speaker McCall was afraid of lawsuit by atheist groups.

So let's take action... I know the link action won't work here but if you go to the web-site you can participate in this shocking slap in our Constitutional Freedom of Religion FACE. *Smirk* This makes me *Sick* to my stomach, heart and soul. .

Readers, I'm asking you to PLEASE go to this web-site, I found it for you;


and add your name to the petition. As our freedom of religion is under the biggest threat EVER, let's all let our voices be heard.

FLASHBACK: There on a background screen at Michael Joseph Jackson's memorial (07/07/09) was a one-liner white script on a black field -

"There is nothing that can't be

done, if we raise our voice as one."

Had I been in charge of the formatting of that one-liner it would be this way;

"There is nothing that can't be done,

if we raise our voice as one."

Michael Jackson

Afraid that it might look a smidge traditional? But is was displayed as the former.

I also believe there is a lot of truth to that statement. The '60's was full of that very sentiment. Seeds were planted in the Sixties and now is time for fruition. Forty is so spiritually significant. Whether it be days, like Jesus in the wilderness, or Noah enduring 40 days and nights of rainfall, or 40 years the Israelites went around Mt. Sinai in the desert.

Perry Stone pointed out that in the Sixties Ms Madelyn O'Hare had succeeded in removing the Lord's prayer from our schools, 40 years later, Florida was hit three times in one season with hurricane destruction. Why was Florida so heavily afflicted with nature's destructive forces? Perry pointed out that the Gay Pride headquarters and GLBT are very active in those areas of Florida suffering the calamitous hits.

We think we are unscathed in all our wrong decisions, Our Creator will punish us for the generations lost to abortion also. I can speak of it, I know personally the horrors of the aftermath of that decision. I cannot impress upon you the depth of the gravity of such an act. It is lonely, self-loathsome and irreversible.

The fact that there is NOTHING you can do that will separate you from your God, is a factoid that old Satan likes to keep hidden from His children. Guilt is the super-weapon that the dark force uses to keep us away from His throne. And it's working pretty darn well. Getting past our guilt is monumental and old Satan uses it ALL THE TIME! *Smirk*

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Mr. monty31802 I am so tickled to have one more month to stay and play and that's because of your generosity. Thank you sooo much for the additional time, and yes sir, I will write for you a poem that rhymes like you asked me.

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UNTIL AUGUST 15TH, 2009 anyway! *Delight* * *Cool* * *Delight*

A Thousand Thank Yous to monty31802

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