It is going be a short week this week. I am so happy. Thursday is Thanksgiving and then I don't have to go back to work until Monday again. *Yeah*. And MM will be enjoying all your beautiful company. Am really feeling a little better. Have a good day and must finish getting for work Hugs to all
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Woo Woo it is another monday
@ 2007-11-19 – 06:15:37
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The Rain
@ 2007-08-09 – 20:13:10
This is a Thomas Kinkade painting. It's rumored to carry a miracle! The water is supposed to be running, so if it's not moving then the picture didn't come through entirely.
They say if you pass this on, you will receive a miracle. I am passing this on because I thought it was really pretty, and besides, who couldn't use a miracle -
Red Marble
@ 2007-06-14 – 16:38:23
>I found this in my e-mail the other day and it really hit a soft spot I hope you all enjoy
>> Red Marbles
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>> I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
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>> "Hello Barry, how are you today?"
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>> "H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good."
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>> "They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"
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>> "Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."
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>> "Good. Anything I can help you with?"
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>> "No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."
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>> "Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.
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>> "No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."
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>> "Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"
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>> "All I got's my prize marble here."
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>> "Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.
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>> "Here 'tis. She's a dandy."
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>> "I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner asked.
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>> "Not zackley but almost."
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>> "Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble" . Mr. Miller told the boy.
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>> "Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."
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>> Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store."
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>> I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
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>> Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could
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>> Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.
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>> Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
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>> Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
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>> "Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. N o w, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size...they came to pay their debt."
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>> "We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ."
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>> With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.
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>> The Moral : We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath.
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>> Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~
>> A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself.
>> An unexpected phone call from an old friend.
>> Green stoplights on your way to work.
>> The fastest line at the grocery store.
>> A good sing-along song on the radio.
>> Your keys found right where you left them.
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>> Send this to the people you'll never forget. I just Did...
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>> If you don't send it to anyone, it means you are in way too much of a hurry to even notice the ordinary miracles when they occur.
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>> IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED! >
>> -
Black Sheep of the family Chapter one
@ 2007-05-19 – 12:55:35
Sitting in the over stuffed chair Missy had image from the past floating through her mind like a patch work quilt. A little girl taking a nap on her grandparents bed with her head laying on the window sill watching her aunt and uncle bringing home her new born cousin clara. the little girl was three but that was a important day that has floated through her mind many times over the years. A patch floats by with the family around the christmas tree and Clara must of been around two and her mother being dead 18 months already. That was the year that her dad gave Missy and thier other cousin romie thier cinderalla watches from Clara. the watch was still in Missy's jewrlry box only she had no band. There is patch floating around were Missy was little and she was at a hospital looking at a baby in a incubetor and then a woman in a bed with tubes in her. She has never been sure weather that was clara and her mom or it was clara and then later her own mom in the hospital and her own mother was never able to help her figure this memory out. There is a patch showing a little girl standing by a fence and a little boy standing on the other side. She remembers being told years later this little boy would bite her arm when he got the chance she didnt remember this part on the little boy standing on the other side of the fence. Then there is a patch where she is riding in a black car it was some kind of ford and she is standing (yes) standing between a really young grandmother and grandfather don't have a memorie of where they had been going or coming from but a small memorie of store flits around. These patches link up a memorie of sorts for missy to have a big picture she is forming. Missy lays her head back to tired to continue to put anymore patches together. -
Extra Extra New flash
@ 2007-05-15 – 16:28:22
Skull fossil suggests human ancestors had pea-sized brains...uuhmm the first politician perhaps.
Teen hurt whacking bullets with hammer...ahhh our future God help us all.
Texas man charged in Skittles heist...He would have gotten away but the police just followed the colorful rianbow to his house.
German study proves no sex leads to less sex.......D'uh
Denver plans to have all the homeless people in shelters by the time the Democratic National Convention comes to town....... After that, say officials, they go back on the streets
May is Volcano Awareness Month.....Do you know where your volcano is?
Bush moves to counter gas emissions..... Just like your dad at the dinner table
Preacher allegedly uses "spare the rod, spoil the child" line to justify spanking and sodomizing female parishoners........ Wonder what he told them about the second coming
. K. Rowling begging readers not to reveal plot of final Harry Potter book.... This way, nobody will find out Harry dies at the end...OOPS
The U.S. Post Office announces that if you have a large envelope that is square, they will deliver it only if it is also rectangular. If it isn't, it will be impossible to deliver... Everybody got that
CBS to air two primetime specials this month to honor Bob Barker,..... who is apparently still alive
New study shows that French workers are the biggest whiners, while the Irish are the happiest. .......Because Guinness and whiskey beat out wine any day
Now available in Wisconsin: Deep-fried cheese curds, candy bars, Twinkies and testicles. Wait, what?
Kansas City gunmen fire 100 rounds at each other without hitting anyone.... Authorities have compiled a list of suspects which includes the entire Royals roster
If you are going to tie your boyfriend to a chair, sodomise him with a sex toy and threaten to stab him to death, you should come up with a better alibi for the police than "It wasn't me"
Retail chain offers dildo as Mothers Day gift...Okay I'm done
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For you all
@ 2007-05-03 – 11:41:41
Work has been going pretty good.Got my deposit for the Townhouse mailed off. And got a paragraph started on The blacksheep not to bad.
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Something for a giggle
@ 2007-05-02 – 16:31:21
> So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died.
> Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and
> nothing ever bothered him. He used to hang out and nap all day long on this
> mat in our bathroom.
> Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3
> years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves
> chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing
> it. So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my
> chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put
> it right back in the drawer when he was done.
> Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to
> get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are
> fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one
> at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and
> everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the
> amazing job that is motherhood.
> We finally have the older one and and the baby loaded in the car and I am
> looking for Eli. I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner
> to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my chapstick
> very carefully to Jack's . . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and
> said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their
> little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to
> mind.
> And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the
> FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.
> And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that
> no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there
> will always be that day when you realize they've been using your chapstick
> on the cat's butt.
>
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Daily Thought
@ 2007-05-01 – 15:23:10
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Missing friday
@ 2007-04-28 – 08:51:38
I called my doctor who is 1hr and half away and made an appointment and made sure they knew I wanted to see the doctor not the nurse practioner. I took the day off drove that for. Got there and no doctor she decided to play adminstrator at the hospital. I spent 4 hours the socalled practioner said it had been a year since I had been there and he couldnt do this or that. I said I knew I had to see the dam doctor that is why I made the appointment to see her. Especially with the drive up there. It came out he gave me 30 days worth of pain pills instead of the 60 for 30 days. And to scripts for things I already had and not the main one I needed. And he couldnt fill out the handicapp sticker as if I didnt know that. And she was the one that diagnosis me but of course he couldnt read that far back. He said your blood pressure is a lttle high. I said dam you think so. Your lucky I dont stroke out. I was so mad I was sick all evening. And now I have to work today with no agents to transfer to. I think that friday was the worse day I have had in a long time. so nothng was really accomplished. except making me want to punch a bunch of fools in the face. Hope you all had a better day -
I've learned
@ 2007-04-25 – 13:55:17
"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow."
"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."
"I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life."
"I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as 'making a life'."
"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance."
"I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back."
"I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision."
"I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one."
"I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.
People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back."
"I've learned that I still have a lot to learn."
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
