Look who came up to see everyone and celebrate her Uncle Phil's 36th Birthday! She would not have missed it. She's a party animal!!
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
New pictures of Kaitlyn
Hate to jump in here in the middle of dad's blog, but figured it was the fastest way to tell everyone.
I have put some new pics of Kaitlyn on our site (http://jonandrandi.blogspot.com). Some of them are just funny pics and then some from her first birthday and Halloween.
Just some FYI also, I finally got my letter turned into ECU here in Ada to try and get back into school. So hopefully I will know something in a couple of weeks. It is weird, but I'm sort of looking forward to going back to school.... Never thought I would hear myself think that.. lol
See all you folks in Stillwater on Saturday!
I have put some new pics of Kaitlyn on our site (http://jonandrandi.blogspot.com). Some of them are just funny pics and then some from her first birthday and Halloween.
Just some FYI also, I finally got my letter turned into ECU here in Ada to try and get back into school. So hopefully I will know something in a couple of weeks. It is weird, but I'm sort of looking forward to going back to school.... Never thought I would hear myself think that.. lol
See all you folks in Stillwater on Saturday!
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Amazing how time moves ..... another I remember when story...
We lived at Yukon on the Mulvey place from 1954 to Sept. 01, 1960 on a quarter section south of Yukon where now is located Mulvey Park. We had a big lake on it and the dairy cows loved the land. Lots of creeks to play in and on the lake was a wooden bridge across one section and in the middle was a cabin with a cool screened in porch and huge fireplace. It was owned by the Martin Mulvey family, and one of their sons, my age, has become one of Stillwater's premiere home builders... Mike Mulvey. Anyway... I am doing this from memory... with out actual facts in front of me... We probably lived there about 6 years.. moving from the Horn place south east of Yukon where we lived for about 4 years or so... My grandparents, Jake and Maude Siegrist, lived on the 172 acres just to east of us on Chez Hall Road. My granddad loved to fish and he could easily walk to the big lake on our dairy farm... bout a quarter mile... but I got side tracked...
A Doctor in Yukon was related to the Mulveys.. his name was Goodnight. He flew a small plane and was a big OSU fan. He would fly to Stillwater and land on the old airstrip that is now our farm here, and would always tell us about it after he found at that the folks bought the half section south of it.. the Kastl farm. He was an Elk and would host parties at the cabin on the lake.
And usually on Sunday morning, after one of his parties... our cows would be slower to come in to the barn, slower eating.. and ready to head back to the cabin area... after a few of these times... Grandpa Moffat and I followed the cows back down to the cabin area and saw the milk cows going straight to a 12' diameter water trough that Dr. Goodnight had behind the cabin... I mean the cows went staight for it... so we walked up to it and looked down and it was full of beer cans.. and in the bottom was some of the beer from the cans and the cows loved it... We laughed, and I can still remember Grandma asking Dr. to please empty out their beer cans before they threw them in the trough.. it was funny ... Grandma said we probably had the only Drunk Milk Cows on Sunday mornings in the county!!!
Now... here is a ditty.. .the very reason for my writing this... After we moved to Stillwater and milked on the East place for about two years we built a barn on Western and moved there. This song was recorded in 1969, Moffett, Oklahoma by Charlie Walker (Charlie's best song, Pick me up on your way down), and it was a tune that KRMG played on the radio and Grandpa Moffat always listened to it for news, etc while eating breakfast and heading to milk barn. An old disk jockey named Marvin McCullough was always wound up and joking around and loved western swing music, including Bob Wills of Tulsa and Hank Thompsen too. And one Sunday morning, Grandpa Moffat was remembering the cow incident... and Marvin played this tune on the radio and Grandpa heard it in the milk barn. It got so still you could hear a pin drop. Grandpa was listening to the song about Moffett OK and then he got really mad... Here we had "drunk cows" at Yukon 10 years before and Doc laughing at us along with friends and neighbors, and the song about a town named after us was nothing but a honky tonk, etc.. you can take it from there.... so for the family.. enjoy this tune... haha....
A Doctor in Yukon was related to the Mulveys.. his name was Goodnight. He flew a small plane and was a big OSU fan. He would fly to Stillwater and land on the old airstrip that is now our farm here, and would always tell us about it after he found at that the folks bought the half section south of it.. the Kastl farm. He was an Elk and would host parties at the cabin on the lake.
And usually on Sunday morning, after one of his parties... our cows would be slower to come in to the barn, slower eating.. and ready to head back to the cabin area... after a few of these times... Grandpa Moffat and I followed the cows back down to the cabin area and saw the milk cows going straight to a 12' diameter water trough that Dr. Goodnight had behind the cabin... I mean the cows went staight for it... so we walked up to it and looked down and it was full of beer cans.. and in the bottom was some of the beer from the cans and the cows loved it... We laughed, and I can still remember Grandma asking Dr. to please empty out their beer cans before they threw them in the trough.. it was funny ... Grandma said we probably had the only Drunk Milk Cows on Sunday mornings in the county!!!
Now... here is a ditty.. .the very reason for my writing this... After we moved to Stillwater and milked on the East place for about two years we built a barn on Western and moved there. This song was recorded in 1969, Moffett, Oklahoma by Charlie Walker (Charlie's best song, Pick me up on your way down), and it was a tune that KRMG played on the radio and Grandpa Moffat always listened to it for news, etc while eating breakfast and heading to milk barn. An old disk jockey named Marvin McCullough was always wound up and joking around and loved western swing music, including Bob Wills of Tulsa and Hank Thompsen too. And one Sunday morning, Grandpa Moffat was remembering the cow incident... and Marvin played this tune on the radio and Grandpa heard it in the milk barn. It got so still you could hear a pin drop. Grandpa was listening to the song about Moffett OK and then he got really mad... Here we had "drunk cows" at Yukon 10 years before and Doc laughing at us along with friends and neighbors, and the song about a town named after us was nothing but a honky tonk, etc.. you can take it from there.... so for the family.. enjoy this tune... haha....
Today's Quote
In prosperity, our friends know us; in adversity, we know our friends.
-John Churton Collins
-John Churton Collins
more on the attack.... part two
As the copter crew got me ready at Stillwater Municipal Hospital ER... I joked.. yelp you know me.. with them about their uniforms... and how they looked like twinkies... and the nice nurse assisting me said that if I thought they looked funny I should see the pilot.. who incidentally met us at the door to head up the second floor helipad .... cuz he had a tooth missing and no hair and one eye that he could see about half vision with.. well, that made me feel better.. but instead of all that, he was only about 4'11" tall... but he assured me he could see out the windshield... haha.... they zipped me into an insulated body bag..(now that made me feel GREAT!). At least it matched their uniforms and the copter... and loaded me in the back of the craft like I was a tool box... as we went up the ramp, my chest was really hurting... and it was hard to breath, but I didn't want to bother anyone so I kept quite and waved two floors down to all the family gathered... below. After everyone got on board, we lifted off and headed the bus to Tulsa. One reason they wanted me on the copter was .. the ground trip would be very rough... well,, folks, if you have never been in a small craft, plane or copter on a warm fall day.. it is just like being on a bus with NO springs.. my goodness the thermals were bad, but the crew were used to it... and with the chest pain coming and going at about 10 min intervals, I just wanted to get somewhere where they could fix me up... and after about 30 mins at about 2000 feet.. we landed in Tulsa at the St. Francis Heart Hospital. I was stoked... finally I would be able to get some help.. It was a 30 min flight to east side of Tulsa, and we landed.. they got me out and wheeled me into the hospital... and I just knew there would be lots of "specialist" waiting on me.. Drs to help me, nurses all over me cuz this was their speciality.. but boy was I wrong.. haha.... the crew headed into the hospital and no one.. not one person met us, or questioned us.. not one.. we saw NO one... the doors in some of the rooms were open and no one was in them... and we saw no one and now I am wondering just how new this hospital was.. after we got to the second floor and at the nurses station there, did we finally find someone to assist us.. and my room was right there! After they took me out of the body bag and moved me into bed... the nurses asked me if we did the paper work on way up.. the crew and I looked at them and assured them that we did not and that NO one met us.. or questioned us... and the nurses were alarmed.. bad security breach I quess.... hahaha.. but anyway.... I made it to the bed, told the pilot he might hang around and in a bit when Ann got there with our cash, I would pay him to fly me home... haha... The nurse on board was great.. her husband was a "want to be" welder and farmer among other things.. and she was a bit on the heavy side.. but she handled me like I was something that might break... after about an hour and half the family arrived, and I was still having pains, but figured it was the place to be if they got worse... Mom told me about her and Marilyn and Tammy being at the OSU girls basketball game and how the announcer asked that "Tammy Moffat" call her husbands cell phone.. as the game started... Jake called Heather and Phil .. since we were setting home talking about me needing to go and Jake was there. He went to get his hair cut at Studio E and we headed to Dr. I am not sure how he found out we were in the ER in Stillwater as we headed to the Drs office ... and ended up there... but one thing I do know, it's awesome having such as wonderful family as I have... Again, I am richly blessed... more later...
Well, I did it..
Yelp... walked two (2) miles this am in 40 mins. Wow.. a personal best since the ole ticker attack! I am pooped!! and tired too! Feeling better and getting some of my strength back. It's amazing how much better I feel after the work on my heart. Guess that is one organ one needs to take care of... those of you who know me know I learn best from being hit on the head with a two by four!! So maybe I have, not sure, but I think so... haha... I go to the Wellness Center on the OSU campus Friday morning to see about my health, and for them to work with me to get me going again. Ann has helped bunches with her awesome cooking and changing things up for us so the portions are smaller.. and those of you again who know me KNOW eating is MY fav thing to do..... so this is quite a change.... for me and family. Jake is losing weight too and looking really good.. reminds me of someone I used to know, haha LONG TIME AGO...
Heather is losing weight too.. and family is doing good. Phil and Tammy celebrated his 36th birthday in Ft. Worth at the Texas Motor Speedway Sat and Sun with VIP passes to pit and everywhere. They were seated on the Finish Line!! How cool. Neat way to remember 36th. Jon and family are coming up this weekend.. I am stoked about that... love seeing Kaitlyn and her folks too.... hehe...
later.. just wanted to brag on my walk... Got to keep up with Aunt Freda who does this on a regular basis!!!
Heather is losing weight too.. and family is doing good. Phil and Tammy celebrated his 36th birthday in Ft. Worth at the Texas Motor Speedway Sat and Sun with VIP passes to pit and everywhere. They were seated on the Finish Line!! How cool. Neat way to remember 36th. Jon and family are coming up this weekend.. I am stoked about that... love seeing Kaitlyn and her folks too.... hehe...
later.. just wanted to brag on my walk... Got to keep up with Aunt Freda who does this on a regular basis!!!
Enjoy... Red Skelton's Pledge of Allegiance
Red Skelton's Pledge to the Flag... a must hear if you never have. We lived at Yukon on Mulvey Park as it's known today... when Red gave this on his show. I always got to watch the first 30 mins of his hour how, as it started at 7:30pm and bed time was at 8pm SHARP!
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
IF MY BODY WERE A CAR - from Uncle Ivan...
IF MY BODY WERE A CAR
If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about
trading it in for a newer model.
I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is
getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.
My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as
sleek as a little MG; now they look more like an old Buick.
My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Cremes opened a shop in my
neighborhood.
Air bag's? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my
eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course.
I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places
and seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser factored
life experiences against depreciation?
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and
skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter..... either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!!!!
If my body were a car, this is the time I would be thinking about
trading it in for a newer model.
I've got bumps and dents and scratches in my finish and my paint job is
getting a little dull, but that's not the worst of it.
My fenders are too wide to be considered stylish. They were once as
sleek as a little MG; now they look more like an old Buick.
My seat cushions have split open at the seams. My seats are sagging.
Seat belts? I gave up all belts when Krispy Cremes opened a shop in my
neighborhood.
Air bag's? Forget it. The only bags I have these days are under my
eyes. Not counting the saddlebags, of course.
I have soooooo many miles on my odometer. Sure, I've been many places
and seen many things, but when's the last time an appraiser factored
life experiences against depreciation?
My headlights are out of focus and it's especially hard to see things up
close.
My traction is not as graceful as it once was. I slip and slide and
skid and bump into things even in the best of weather.
My whitewalls are stained with varicose veins.
It takes me hours to reach my maximum speed.
My fuel rate burns inefficiently.
But here's the worst of it - almost every time I sneeze, cough or
sputter..... either my radiator leaks or my exhaust backfires!!!!
A bumper sticker for both parties - from Uncle Ivan...
BI-PARTISAN BUMPER STICKER
At last.... A bumper sticker for both parties. FINALLY, someone has come out with a 100% bipartisan political bumper sticker. The hottest selling bumper sticker comes from New York State:
"2008 - RUN HILLARY RUN"
Democrats put it on the rear bumper.
Republicans put it on the front bumper.
At last.... A bumper sticker for both parties. FINALLY, someone has come out with a 100% bipartisan political bumper sticker. The hottest selling bumper sticker comes from New York State:
"2008 - RUN HILLARY RUN"
Democrats put it on the rear bumper.
Republicans put it on the front bumper.
A very big thank you too all the family who gathered round...
A very big thank you goes out to all my family for gathering round me during my recent heart attack. Life goes on... and I know, as I knew before, the most precious thing I have on the face of this earth is my family.... I am so very blessed.
Thanks to the Aunt's and Uncle's and Cousin's for cards and calls and flowers and letters and thoughts and prayers..... and my kids for ALWAYS being there for me... and especially to the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the lady I love so very much, my Ann for loving me and staying by my side.... I feel much better than before, and walked about a mile and three fourths this am... so things are getting back to normal... again, thanks to everyone for everything... S
Thanks to the Aunt's and Uncle's and Cousin's for cards and calls and flowers and letters and thoughts and prayers..... and my kids for ALWAYS being there for me... and especially to the love of my life, the apple of my eye, the lady I love so very much, my Ann for loving me and staying by my side.... I feel much better than before, and walked about a mile and three fourths this am... so things are getting back to normal... again, thanks to everyone for everything... S
Today's Quote
Today's Quote
I have a 'Play The Melody' philosophy. It means don't over-arrange, don't make life difficult. Just play the melody—and do it the simplest way possible.
-Jackie Gleason
I have a 'Play The Melody' philosophy. It means don't over-arrange, don't make life difficult. Just play the melody—and do it the simplest way possible.
-Jackie Gleason
Oh my, where do I start... been thinking 'bout this all day long...
perhaps..... a simple thank you, or a GIANT THANK YOU, OR.... a thank you all so much.. would be in order.. but then... it needs to be much much more...
What a fast and furious time since Friday night at 8pm. wow!!!
Seems Ann and I had a wonderful dinner Friday night and we were settling into our usual tv time together... and about 8pm, I experienced a very "funny" feeling in my chest. It was as if someone had placed a two by four on it across the top of it and then set down on it. I could not get my breath... and I didn't want to worry anyone, so I got up and walked outside.. and walked around the yard some.. then I decided maybe I needed to run.. and so I jogged about 5 times around it... and the pain seemed to ease a bit and I had no sharp pains in either arm so I "KNEW" it was not my heart... next I noticed I was breathing by could not get my breath... no matter how hard I breathed, I seemed to need more... so... after about 30 mins of this.. I went back into the house and let Ann know I might be having a bit of a problem. She suggested that the awesome peppered cheese we had might have caused some indigestion so I starting eating some Tums... and seemed to get a bit of relief... but the pain was still there, so ... I retired to the bedroom and tried to lay down.. but tossed and turned and could not get comfortable... and took some asprin as I usually do... then I remembered the pain I was experiencing was a bit like some other times over the last 6 weeks to two months. Jake and I were loading some calves and I could not get my breath.. (too fat... I know...) and other times but didn't last like this was.. so I sort of told Ann I was better.. at bedtime and I know she didn't believe me.. and she tossed and turned along with me... and offered to take me to the emergency room.. yet I knew I didn't need to go... so.. 'bout 4AM I started really hurting.. and got up and took 4 asprins... couple of moltrin, and several tylinol... farmer deal, if a little helps, you throw lots at it.. haha.. and I managed to fall asleep in numbness about 5am.. for about 3 hours.. then we got up, still hurting.. and ate breakfast, showered and then decided about 9ish to head to Doctor in Stillwater, and upon arrival, he said.. "we will tear up this little ole form, and play like you were never here and get to the hospital ER." And away we went..... to the ER at Stillwater Municipal Hospital arriving about 10ish... and we got right in, seems that chest pains get in first of line... and they started drawing blood, etc.. and drew and drew... and all of a sudden to Ann and I's amazement, there stood Paul... in the doorway... I never expected anyone to be there but Ann and I... and as the morning turned to afternoon... the whole family less Jonathan's... who live in Roff.. where at the helipad to see the copter come in and and take me to Tulsa... more later...
What a fast and furious time since Friday night at 8pm. wow!!!
Seems Ann and I had a wonderful dinner Friday night and we were settling into our usual tv time together... and about 8pm, I experienced a very "funny" feeling in my chest. It was as if someone had placed a two by four on it across the top of it and then set down on it. I could not get my breath... and I didn't want to worry anyone, so I got up and walked outside.. and walked around the yard some.. then I decided maybe I needed to run.. and so I jogged about 5 times around it... and the pain seemed to ease a bit and I had no sharp pains in either arm so I "KNEW" it was not my heart... next I noticed I was breathing by could not get my breath... no matter how hard I breathed, I seemed to need more... so... after about 30 mins of this.. I went back into the house and let Ann know I might be having a bit of a problem. She suggested that the awesome peppered cheese we had might have caused some indigestion so I starting eating some Tums... and seemed to get a bit of relief... but the pain was still there, so ... I retired to the bedroom and tried to lay down.. but tossed and turned and could not get comfortable... and took some asprin as I usually do... then I remembered the pain I was experiencing was a bit like some other times over the last 6 weeks to two months. Jake and I were loading some calves and I could not get my breath.. (too fat... I know...) and other times but didn't last like this was.. so I sort of told Ann I was better.. at bedtime and I know she didn't believe me.. and she tossed and turned along with me... and offered to take me to the emergency room.. yet I knew I didn't need to go... so.. 'bout 4AM I started really hurting.. and got up and took 4 asprins... couple of moltrin, and several tylinol... farmer deal, if a little helps, you throw lots at it.. haha.. and I managed to fall asleep in numbness about 5am.. for about 3 hours.. then we got up, still hurting.. and ate breakfast, showered and then decided about 9ish to head to Doctor in Stillwater, and upon arrival, he said.. "we will tear up this little ole form, and play like you were never here and get to the hospital ER." And away we went..... to the ER at Stillwater Municipal Hospital arriving about 10ish... and we got right in, seems that chest pains get in first of line... and they started drawing blood, etc.. and drew and drew... and all of a sudden to Ann and I's amazement, there stood Paul... in the doorway... I never expected anyone to be there but Ann and I... and as the morning turned to afternoon... the whole family less Jonathan's... who live in Roff.. where at the helipad to see the copter come in and and take me to Tulsa... more later...
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
YOU have to SEE this... and hear it too...
Head on over to this link....
Be sure to turn the sound up. Takes a while to load, but worth the wait.
Turkey Time is a comin'...
Be sure to turn the sound up. Takes a while to load, but worth the wait.
Turkey Time is a comin'...
All I know about this photo.. is.. Kevin Miller used to play drums with Jake... and is now engaged to this lovely young lady and he is very very happy... Kevin is truly an amazing young man with unlimited talent in lots of areas, and I know he will be very happy in the years to come. He is like a member of our family... and we wish him lots of luck in the future, and hope the wind will always be at their back.. as they sail through life..
Preacher Smith was planning a wedding at the close of service on Sunday, and then....
Preacher Smith was planning a wedding at the close of the Sunday
morning service.
After the benediction he had planned to call the couple down
to be married for a brief ceremony before the congregation.
For the life of him, he couldn't think of the names of those
who were to be married.
"Will those wanting to get married please come to the front?"
he requested.
Immediately, nine single ladies, three widows, four widowers,
and six single men stepped to the front.
morning service.
After the benediction he had planned to call the couple down
to be married for a brief ceremony before the congregation.
For the life of him, he couldn't think of the names of those
who were to be married.
"Will those wanting to get married please come to the front?"
he requested.
Immediately, nine single ladies, three widows, four widowers,
and six single men stepped to the front.
Interesting how the "news" has changed in my life time....
Oh my goodness, how the news has changed. One used to not see anything out of the ordinary, and now anything sells news. This is an AP photo used with the AP story about 4 million out of power in Florida... hum.. I bet this is how all 4 million of them look.. right.. haha.. can you tell the photographer was a male.. (and he was!)... but then, who would have read this story without someone throwing in "eye candy" needed to draw you to it.. gosh, how the "news folks" must think we are complete morons!!! haha.. ok.. just trying to brighten up our day.. haha...
the whole deal can be found on Drudgereport.com this am... haha.. nothing about the photo other than ap tied it to the story. Got to be cuz this lady is average south floridian... yeah, right.. hahahahahaha...
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
From Joanna and Clinton Wilson.... Death....
D E A T H ~ WHAT A WONDERFUL WAY TO EXPLAIN IT
A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."
Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."
"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"
The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing... I know my Master is there and that is enough."
A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said, "Doctor, I am afraid to die. Tell me what lies on the other side."
Very quietly, the doctor said, "I don't know."
"You don't know? You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?"
The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a sound of scratching and whining, and as he opened the door, a dog sprang into the room and leaped on him with an eager show of gladness.
Turning to the patient, the doctor said, "Did you notice my dog? He's never been in this room before. He didn't know what was inside. He knew nothing except that his master was here, and when the door opened, he sprang in without fear. I know little of what is on the other side of death, but I do know one thing... I know my Master is there and that is enough."
Monday, October 24, 2005
Grandma and I wanted to borrow this car to make the trip but could not get it done! Dad would say, "I remember when....!" We did follow Phil to 33 177 junction where he went south on west side of Perkins and we went east... and south... so for the 5 miles on 177 it was Phil, us, and Heather and kiddos...
We went a visit'n Saturday to Miss Kaitlyn Brooke Moffat's First Birthday party at in Sulfur and at her home. It was awesome. Everyone had a great time. My goodness how she has grown. She is so precious and so very COOL! She is gonna be a heart breaker~! Enjoy the pics. I am putting the photos on dotphoto.com and the videos on our family gallery page. The link to the videos which I am still uploading is http://tinyurl.com/dc4jh
and the link to the photos is http://tinyurl.com/7tjph
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
You have to look real close but there are two big 4 wheel drive tractors with 8 hugh tires on them .. on disking on the left and the other is sowing wheat on the right. I drove the tractor disking for a bit Saturday morning and it was cool. I did not have to worry about expenses and that made it more wonderful!! haha...
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Bear Removers - From Uncle Ivan.. haha....
A man wakes up one morning to find a bear on his roof. So he looks in the yellow pages and sure enough, there's an ad for "Bear Removers."
He calls the number, and the bear remover says he'll be over in 30 minutes.
The bear remover arrives, and gets out of his van. He's got a ladder, a baseball bat, a shotgun and a mean old pit bull.
"What are you going to do?" the homeowner asks.
"I'm going to put this ladder up against the roof, then I'm going to go up there and knock the bear off the roof with this baseball bat. When the bear falls off, the pit bull is trained to grab his testicles and not let go. The bear will then be subdued enough for me to put him in the cage in the back of the van."
He hands the shotgun to the homeowner.
"What's the shotgun for?" asks the homeowner.
"If the bear knocks me off the roof, shoot the dog."
He calls the number, and the bear remover says he'll be over in 30 minutes.
The bear remover arrives, and gets out of his van. He's got a ladder, a baseball bat, a shotgun and a mean old pit bull.
"What are you going to do?" the homeowner asks.
"I'm going to put this ladder up against the roof, then I'm going to go up there and knock the bear off the roof with this baseball bat. When the bear falls off, the pit bull is trained to grab his testicles and not let go. The bear will then be subdued enough for me to put him in the cage in the back of the van."
He hands the shotgun to the homeowner.
"What's the shotgun for?" asks the homeowner.
"If the bear knocks me off the roof, shoot the dog."
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Dad...is missed... Today we would have celebrated your birthday...
OSCAR LEE MOFFAT..... YOU are missed, and remembered and loved, forever and a day!
Sunday, October 09, 2005
The law is the law! or What's good for the goose, should be good for the gander!
From Ward and Melanie Shaklee......
THE LAW IS THE LAW
So if the US government determines that it is against the law for the words under God to be on our money, then, so be it. And if that same government decides that the Ten Commandments are not to be used in or on a government installation, then, so be it. And since they already have prohibited any prayer in the schools, on which they deem their authority, then so be it. I say, so be it, because I would like to be a law abiding US citizen. I say, so be it,because I would like to think that smarter people than I are in positions to make good decisions. I would like to think that those people have the American Publics' best interests at heart.
BUT, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I'D LIKE?
Since we can't pray to God, can't Trust in God and cannot Post His Commandments in Government buildings, I don't believe the Government and it's employees should participate in the Easter and Christmas celebrations which honor the God that our government is eliminating from many facets of American life. I'd like my mail delivered on Christmas, Good Friday, Thanksgiving & Easter. After all, it's just another day. I'd like the US Supreme Court to be in session on Christmas, Good Friday, Thanksgiving & Easter as well as Sundays. After all, it's just another day. I'd like the Senate and the House of Representatives to not have to worry about getting home for the "Christmas Break;" After all it's just another day. I'm thinking that a lot of my taxpayer dollars could be saved, if all government offices & services would work on Christmas, Good Friday & Easter. It shouldn't cost any overtime since those would be just like any other day of the week to a government that is trying to be politically correct.
In fact....
I think that our government should work on Sundays (initially set aside for worshipping God...) because, after all, our government says that it should be just another day...!
What do you all think????
If this idea gets to enough people, maybe our elected officials will stop giving in to the minority opinions and begin, once again, to represent the 'majority' of ALL of the American people.
SO BE IT...........
Please Dear Lord,
Give us the help needed to keep you in our country!
'Amen' and 'Amen'
Touche!
These are definitely things I never thought about but from now on, I will be sure to questions those, in government, who support these changes.
Ed notes....~~~~~~~~~~Wonder what it would take to get Satan out and God back in our great USA? But then, this is a society that has come to worry about their pets as much as themselves, saving those in the last hurricanes and flying them in private jets to "safe" areas.. spending millions on this, while the "humans" are living in inhuman conditions, needing help themselves, and millions upon millions needing help in our "other" large cities... across America! Seems we want God "Out" and have come to value our very pets as something spritual, instead of just animals! How embarrassed God must be with just these two things.. a society that wants to remove all reference to Him, the creator.... and values, and worships... their PETS more than they do themselves and/or their fellow man, sigh.....
THE LAW IS THE LAW
So if the US government determines that it is against the law for the words under God to be on our money, then, so be it. And if that same government decides that the Ten Commandments are not to be used in or on a government installation, then, so be it. And since they already have prohibited any prayer in the schools, on which they deem their authority, then so be it. I say, so be it, because I would like to be a law abiding US citizen. I say, so be it,because I would like to think that smarter people than I are in positions to make good decisions. I would like to think that those people have the American Publics' best interests at heart.
BUT, YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE I'D LIKE?
Since we can't pray to God, can't Trust in God and cannot Post His Commandments in Government buildings, I don't believe the Government and it's employees should participate in the Easter and Christmas celebrations which honor the God that our government is eliminating from many facets of American life. I'd like my mail delivered on Christmas, Good Friday, Thanksgiving & Easter. After all, it's just another day. I'd like the US Supreme Court to be in session on Christmas, Good Friday, Thanksgiving & Easter as well as Sundays. After all, it's just another day. I'd like the Senate and the House of Representatives to not have to worry about getting home for the "Christmas Break;" After all it's just another day. I'm thinking that a lot of my taxpayer dollars could be saved, if all government offices & services would work on Christmas, Good Friday & Easter. It shouldn't cost any overtime since those would be just like any other day of the week to a government that is trying to be politically correct.
In fact....
I think that our government should work on Sundays (initially set aside for worshipping God...) because, after all, our government says that it should be just another day...!
What do you all think????
If this idea gets to enough people, maybe our elected officials will stop giving in to the minority opinions and begin, once again, to represent the 'majority' of ALL of the American people.
SO BE IT...........
Please Dear Lord,
Give us the help needed to keep you in our country!
'Amen' and 'Amen'
Touche!
These are definitely things I never thought about but from now on, I will be sure to questions those, in government, who support these changes.
Ed notes....~~~~~~~~~~Wonder what it would take to get Satan out and God back in our great USA? But then, this is a society that has come to worry about their pets as much as themselves, saving those in the last hurricanes and flying them in private jets to "safe" areas.. spending millions on this, while the "humans" are living in inhuman conditions, needing help themselves, and millions upon millions needing help in our "other" large cities... across America! Seems we want God "Out" and have come to value our very pets as something spritual, instead of just animals! How embarrassed God must be with just these two things.. a society that wants to remove all reference to Him, the creator.... and values, and worships... their PETS more than they do themselves and/or their fellow man, sigh.....
Friday, October 07, 2005
From Cousin's Clinton and Joanna.... Daddy's empty chair...
DADDY'S EMPTY CHAIR ~
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.
An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
"I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up," "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray.
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head." I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here is what I suggest."
"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair.
It's not spooky because he promised, 'I will be with you always'.
"Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So , I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?" he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about his death.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water,
He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for a flower,
He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend,
He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's amazing how true this is.
A man's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her father.
When the minister arrived, he found the man lying in bed with his head propped up on two pillows.
An empty chair sat beside his bed. The minister assumed that the old fellow had been informed of his visit.
"I guess you were expecting me, he said.
'No, who are you?" said the father.
The minister told him his name and then remarked,
"I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up," "Oh yeah, the chair," said the bedridden man. "Would you mind closing the door?"
Puzzled, the minister shut the door.
"I have never told anyone this, not even my daughter," said the man. "But all of my life I have never known how to pray.
At church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head." I abandoned any attempt at prayer," the old man continued, "until one day four years ago, my best friend said to me, "Johnny, prayer is just a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Here is what I suggest."
"Sit down in a chair; place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus on the chair.
It's not spooky because he promised, 'I will be with you always'.
"Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now."
"So , I tried it and I've liked it so much that I do it a couple of hours every day. I'm careful though If my daughter saw me talking to an empty chair, she'd either have a nervous breakdown or send me off to the funny farm."
The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the old man to continue on the journey Then he prayed with him, anointed him with oil, and returned to the church.
Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her daddy had died that afternoon.
Did he die in peace?" he asked.
Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, he called me over to his bedside, told me he loved me and kissed me on the cheek. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found him dead. But there was something strange about his death.
Apparently, just before Daddy died, he leaned over and rested his head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?"
The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, "I wish we could all go like that."
Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive.
I asked God for water,
He gave me an ocean.
I asked God for a flower,
He gave me a garden.
I asked God for a friend,
He gave me all of YOU...
If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.
Happy moments, praise God.
Difficult moments, seek God.
Quiet moments, worship God.
Painful moments, trust God.
Every moment, thank God.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's amazing how true this is.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
from Heather.. laughing.... haha.....
Husband had just finished reading the new Promise Keepers book, 'MAN OF THE HOUSE'.
He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to his wife.
Pointing a finger in her face, he said, "From now on, I want you to know that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I expect a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then, after dinner, you are going to draw me my bath so I can relax. And when I'm finished with my bath, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
His wife replied, "The local funeral director would be my guess."
He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to his wife.
Pointing a finger in her face, he said, "From now on, I want you to know that I am the man of this house, and my word is law! I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I'm finished eating my meal, I expect a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then, after dinner, you are going to draw me my bath so I can relax. And when I'm finished with my bath, guess who's going to dress me and comb my hair?"
His wife replied, "The local funeral director would be my guess."
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
All Natural Household Hints... from Heather...
Ant Control:
Spread some ground cinnamon where you think the ants are coming in to the house.
Basil repels flies and mosquitoes. To deter ants, use catnip. Sprinkle it in their paths.
Make a mixture of 2/3 cup water, 1/3 cup white vinegar, and 2-3 Tablespoons dish soap. Spray where the ants are marching.
Natural Mosquito Repellents:
Splashing plain rubbing alcohol on yourself and allowing it to dry will deter mosquitoes from biting you.
Rub Vick's Vaporub® on your pants and legs to ward off ticks.
Use half vanilla (has to be pure vanilla) and half water and for a mosquito and tick repellent.
Dab lavender oil on your pulse points; it smells great on you but repels insects.
For Mouse Control:
Place USED kitty litter from a litter box in small tubs in several places around the garage. Mice think... "it smells like a cat--must be a cat - I'm outta here!".
Buy a mesh/net laundry bag that you would use for washing nylons and 5 boxes of moth balls. Put the moth balls in the bag and hang it in your garage near the door to get rid of mice, birds, and bugs.
To prevent mice from gaining entry to your garage, stop up any openings with steel wood pads. Mice will not chew through these!
Sprinkle ground cayenne pepper around the garage (inside & out), and especially near entry holes. Pests don't care for the smell of it.
Mice hate the scent of peppermint extract. Simply sprinkle *pure* peppermint extract on the items in your garage you don't want the mice in or on.
Before you wear a new garment, put a little clear nail polish on the front and back of each button. Buttons will stay on longer when their threads are sealed.
Zippers won't stick if you rub them with the edge of a bar of soap.
To remove a hem crease, sponge the material with white vinegar and press with a warm iron.
Nail polish remover removes tar and grease from white leather shoes.
White shoe polish will apply more evenly if you rub the shoes with a raw potato or rubbing alcohol before polishing.
White shoe polish won't smear if you spray the shoe with hair spray after it is dry.
Vinegar and water will remove salt stains from shoes and boots.
New white canvas shoes will stay that way if you spray them heavily with starch.
Clean rope trimmed shoes with a toothbrush dipped in rug shampoo.
For longer lasting pantyhose, try freezing them before you wear them. Just wet, wring out and toss in a plastic bag to freeze. Thaw and hang to dry.
Fresh eggs are rough and chalky . They will sink and stay horizontal on the bottom of a glass of water. The egg-white is viscous and close around the plump yolk.
Old eggs are smooth and shiny. They will float in a glass of water. The egg-white is watery and the yolk is flat in an egg roughly 3 weeks old.
Dried Herbs and spices lose their potency quickly. Buy only a small amount at a time. When using fresh herbs an spices, use 3 times the amount of the dried.
Perk up soggy lettuce by soaking in cold water with some lemon juice. To store place in a zip lock bag with paper towel to absorb moisture.
Never, never pour water on flaming fat or oil you'll spread the fire. If the fire's inside a pan, slap on the lid. If outside, turn off the heat and douse the flames by tossing on a handful of baking soda or salt.
Wax paper is endlessly useful. Use it: To catch grated cheese, to place under seasoned flour for breading or spices for blackening, to tear into strips to slip under a cake you are icing, to cover a dish you are microwaving.
Collect a large assortment of Chinese wooden paddles and spoons. Use them to save wear and tear on your good stainless steel and copper pots.
Instead of using plastic wrap to cover bowls in the microwave, cover a round heatproof glass bowl with a round heatproof glass casserole cover or with an inverted heatproof glass bowl of the same size. A heat-resistant round glass pizza pan also works well, and the overhang makes removal and recovery both safe and easy.
Use a lightweight pot for boiling pasta; water will come to its initial boil faster and will return to the boil faster, too, saving time and preventing the pasta from clumping at the bottom of the pot.
Before heating a nonstick pan, always coat it with nonstick vegetable cooking spray and never heat the pan more than 3 minutes before adding food.
To remove pesky bottle tops and jar lids, don a pair of rubber gloves. Or twist a fat rubber band around the lid, then twist open. Works like a charm.
If you store your best silver in self-sealing plastic bags, it will tarnish much more slowly.
When your cookbook won't lie flat when opened on the counter, place a glass baking dish on the pages (you can read through the glass) or secure each side with a rubber band.
Use top-quality typewriter correction fluid to cover nicks, chips, and scratches on enameled ranges and refrigerators, porcelain tiles, and sinks. Works like a charm and it comes in a variety of colors.
Never use disinfectants to clean the fridge, foods will pick up taste and odor.
When laundering clothes, add detergent to the washer first. Pouring detergent on clothing can cause fabrics to fade.
Apply spray starch to doors and to painted walls along hallways and stairways where fingerprints accumulate. The coating will resist marks better.
Place a piece of white chalk in your silver chest or jewel box to absorb moisture and help prevent tarnishing of silverware and jewelry.
Freezers run more efficiently when they're three-quarters or more full. When provisions drop, fill milk cartons or jugs with water and put them in the freezer to take up empty space.
Wiping the inside of the fridge with vinegar helps prevent mildew because acid kills mildew fungus.
For a fresh smelling fridge, keep a box of baking soda, a can filled with charcoal or dried coffee grounds or a cotton ball soaked in vanilla extract inside of it.
Crumbled newspapers lining the vegetable compartments of a refrigerator will keep veggies crisp.
Those beds of pansies will bloom more prolifically if you take a few moments to pinch out early buds. This encourages plants to bush out and, in the end, produce more flowers.
To keep your extension cords from getting tangled, insert them into a empty toilet paper roll to store.
Drain de-clogger: 1/4 cup baking soda and 1/4 cup vinegar. Pour baking soda down drain first then follow with the vinegar. Close drain and let sit until bubbling has stopped then follow with a bucket of hot boiling water.
Store eggs with the large end up to keep the yolk centered.
For perfect hard-cooked eggs, cover the eggs with cold water and bring to a boil. Then turn off the heat and let the eggs sit on the burner for 10-15 minutes.
Refrigerate candles for several hours before lighting; it will cause fewer drips.
Have you ever peeled garlic or handled it and your hands smell to high heaven? The next time that happens, take any stainless steel bowl, pan or other stainless steel kitchen gadget and rub your hands on it. It will take away the smell of garlic.
Lemon extract will remove scuff marks from luggage.
Dry Mustard will remove onion odors from your hands or cutting board. Rub in, then rinse off.
Place bay leaves in kitchen drawers and in flour and sugar sacks to keep crawling insects away.
Spread some ground cinnamon where you think the ants are coming in to the house.
Basil repels flies and mosquitoes. To deter ants, use catnip. Sprinkle it in their paths.
Make a mixture of 2/3 cup water, 1/3 cup white vinegar, and 2-3 Tablespoons dish soap. Spray where the ants are marching.
Natural Mosquito Repellents:
Splashing plain rubbing alcohol on yourself and allowing it to dry will deter mosquitoes from biting you.
Rub Vick's Vaporub® on your pants and legs to ward off ticks.
Use half vanilla (has to be pure vanilla) and half water and for a mosquito and tick repellent.
Dab lavender oil on your pulse points; it smells great on you but repels insects.
For Mouse Control:
Place USED kitty litter from a litter box in small tubs in several places around the garage. Mice think... "it smells like a cat--must be a cat - I'm outta here!".
Buy a mesh/net laundry bag that you would use for washing nylons and 5 boxes of moth balls. Put the moth balls in the bag and hang it in your garage near the door to get rid of mice, birds, and bugs.
To prevent mice from gaining entry to your garage, stop up any openings with steel wood pads. Mice will not chew through these!
Sprinkle ground cayenne pepper around the garage (inside & out), and especially near entry holes. Pests don't care for the smell of it.
Mice hate the scent of peppermint extract. Simply sprinkle *pure* peppermint extract on the items in your garage you don't want the mice in or on.
Before you wear a new garment, put a little clear nail polish on the front and back of each button. Buttons will stay on longer when their threads are sealed.
Zippers won't stick if you rub them with the edge of a bar of soap.
To remove a hem crease, sponge the material with white vinegar and press with a warm iron.
Nail polish remover removes tar and grease from white leather shoes.
White shoe polish will apply more evenly if you rub the shoes with a raw potato or rubbing alcohol before polishing.
White shoe polish won't smear if you spray the shoe with hair spray after it is dry.
Vinegar and water will remove salt stains from shoes and boots.
New white canvas shoes will stay that way if you spray them heavily with starch.
Clean rope trimmed shoes with a toothbrush dipped in rug shampoo.
For longer lasting pantyhose, try freezing them before you wear them. Just wet, wring out and toss in a plastic bag to freeze. Thaw and hang to dry.
Fresh eggs are rough and chalky . They will sink and stay horizontal on the bottom of a glass of water. The egg-white is viscous and close around the plump yolk.
Old eggs are smooth and shiny. They will float in a glass of water. The egg-white is watery and the yolk is flat in an egg roughly 3 weeks old.
Dried Herbs and spices lose their potency quickly. Buy only a small amount at a time. When using fresh herbs an spices, use 3 times the amount of the dried.
Perk up soggy lettuce by soaking in cold water with some lemon juice. To store place in a zip lock bag with paper towel to absorb moisture.
Never, never pour water on flaming fat or oil you'll spread the fire. If the fire's inside a pan, slap on the lid. If outside, turn off the heat and douse the flames by tossing on a handful of baking soda or salt.
Wax paper is endlessly useful. Use it: To catch grated cheese, to place under seasoned flour for breading or spices for blackening, to tear into strips to slip under a cake you are icing, to cover a dish you are microwaving.
Collect a large assortment of Chinese wooden paddles and spoons. Use them to save wear and tear on your good stainless steel and copper pots.
Instead of using plastic wrap to cover bowls in the microwave, cover a round heatproof glass bowl with a round heatproof glass casserole cover or with an inverted heatproof glass bowl of the same size. A heat-resistant round glass pizza pan also works well, and the overhang makes removal and recovery both safe and easy.
Use a lightweight pot for boiling pasta; water will come to its initial boil faster and will return to the boil faster, too, saving time and preventing the pasta from clumping at the bottom of the pot.
Before heating a nonstick pan, always coat it with nonstick vegetable cooking spray and never heat the pan more than 3 minutes before adding food.
To remove pesky bottle tops and jar lids, don a pair of rubber gloves. Or twist a fat rubber band around the lid, then twist open. Works like a charm.
If you store your best silver in self-sealing plastic bags, it will tarnish much more slowly.
When your cookbook won't lie flat when opened on the counter, place a glass baking dish on the pages (you can read through the glass) or secure each side with a rubber band.
Use top-quality typewriter correction fluid to cover nicks, chips, and scratches on enameled ranges and refrigerators, porcelain tiles, and sinks. Works like a charm and it comes in a variety of colors.
Never use disinfectants to clean the fridge, foods will pick up taste and odor.
When laundering clothes, add detergent to the washer first. Pouring detergent on clothing can cause fabrics to fade.
Apply spray starch to doors and to painted walls along hallways and stairways where fingerprints accumulate. The coating will resist marks better.
Place a piece of white chalk in your silver chest or jewel box to absorb moisture and help prevent tarnishing of silverware and jewelry.
Freezers run more efficiently when they're three-quarters or more full. When provisions drop, fill milk cartons or jugs with water and put them in the freezer to take up empty space.
Wiping the inside of the fridge with vinegar helps prevent mildew because acid kills mildew fungus.
For a fresh smelling fridge, keep a box of baking soda, a can filled with charcoal or dried coffee grounds or a cotton ball soaked in vanilla extract inside of it.
Crumbled newspapers lining the vegetable compartments of a refrigerator will keep veggies crisp.
Those beds of pansies will bloom more prolifically if you take a few moments to pinch out early buds. This encourages plants to bush out and, in the end, produce more flowers.
To keep your extension cords from getting tangled, insert them into a empty toilet paper roll to store.
Drain de-clogger: 1/4 cup baking soda and 1/4 cup vinegar. Pour baking soda down drain first then follow with the vinegar. Close drain and let sit until bubbling has stopped then follow with a bucket of hot boiling water.
Store eggs with the large end up to keep the yolk centered.
For perfect hard-cooked eggs, cover the eggs with cold water and bring to a boil. Then turn off the heat and let the eggs sit on the burner for 10-15 minutes.
Refrigerate candles for several hours before lighting; it will cause fewer drips.
Have you ever peeled garlic or handled it and your hands smell to high heaven? The next time that happens, take any stainless steel bowl, pan or other stainless steel kitchen gadget and rub your hands on it. It will take away the smell of garlic.
Lemon extract will remove scuff marks from luggage.
Dry Mustard will remove onion odors from your hands or cutting board. Rub in, then rinse off.
Place bay leaves in kitchen drawers and in flour and sugar sacks to keep crawling insects away.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Isn't it amazing???
I am totally amazed at Andrew Paul Blankinship's ability to figure out things on the internet and computer. He has a mind like a steel trap. Austyn is like him as well, figuring out computer games, etc.. at their age, the world is indeed their oyster! Here Andrew is playing a word game that he loves to play on a website, http://www.starfall.com.
Monday, October 03, 2005
From Uncle Ivan and Aunt Freda......
From one pumpkin to another!!!!!!!
A woman was asked by a coworker, "What is it like to be a Christian?"
The coworker replied, "It is like being a pumpkin." God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff.
He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed. Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see."
You know you are living in 2005 when.......
You know you are living in 2005 when.......
1. You accidentally enter your password on the
microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in
years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your
family of 4.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to
you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends
and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell
phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in
the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at
the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which
you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of
your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn
around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before
getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going
to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this
list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there
wasn't a #9 on this list.
1. You accidentally enter your password on the
microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in
years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your
family of 4.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to
you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends
and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell
phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in
the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at
the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which
you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of
your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn
around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before
getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going
to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this
list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there
wasn't a #9 on this list.
Had a great weekend...
On Saturday, we got to see Phil and Austyn and on Sunday, Heather, Madison, and Andrew came over. How blessed we are to be able to see the grandkids grow... this is a nice place to be in life and it is even nicer that we are all so close...
Jonathan called and had a very busy week. He has been taking photos for the website of his employer... The Chickasaw Nation, and has many online now. The Chickasaw's had their annual meeting and it is a very important event. On Saturday, he and Randi and Kaitlyn spent the day there, before being rained out.
Hey... Tammy... we finally got the Mud Shower cleaned!!! haha... supposed to do that how many years ago??? haha....
I had to hire some hay put up, and they got it half done before the rains set in.... story of my life!
Hope everyone is doing ok... Heather is doing a bit better, or she was in a better mood... hahah Sunday...
Jonathan called and had a very busy week. He has been taking photos for the website of his employer... The Chickasaw Nation, and has many online now. The Chickasaw's had their annual meeting and it is a very important event. On Saturday, he and Randi and Kaitlyn spent the day there, before being rained out.
Hey... Tammy... we finally got the Mud Shower cleaned!!! haha... supposed to do that how many years ago??? haha....
I had to hire some hay put up, and they got it half done before the rains set in.... story of my life!
Hope everyone is doing ok... Heather is doing a bit better, or she was in a better mood... hahah Sunday...
from a friend of mine...... new church bells in the new church
new church bells in the new church
the days are kind of quiet in a small country town.
nothing much happens that would be called grand.
the peaceful serenity that the folks get used to
is about to be shattered by a grand clangging of bells.
today is sunday and the people gather 'round
to see a new building that is ready to be blessed.
a new church has been built and folks all over begin to cheer.
then the cheering subsides and the people wait.
they wait to hear the sound of something wonderful,
the sound of church bells ringing in the air.
the bells are sounded to the delight of all.
the sounds echoes through the valley.
nowhere is there a dry eye to be seen.
the glorious sound of new church bells
ringing from the top of the new church.
the congregation beging to move,
as they enter and sit in the new pews.
the minister stands proudly out in front
and gazes at his congregation.
they all know that the new church bells
signal a new day and a new life.
a new life for the faithful to gather together
and be blessed with hope and optimism.
joseph
the days are kind of quiet in a small country town.
nothing much happens that would be called grand.
the peaceful serenity that the folks get used to
is about to be shattered by a grand clangging of bells.
today is sunday and the people gather 'round
to see a new building that is ready to be blessed.
a new church has been built and folks all over begin to cheer.
then the cheering subsides and the people wait.
they wait to hear the sound of something wonderful,
the sound of church bells ringing in the air.
the bells are sounded to the delight of all.
the sounds echoes through the valley.
nowhere is there a dry eye to be seen.
the glorious sound of new church bells
ringing from the top of the new church.
the congregation beging to move,
as they enter and sit in the new pews.
the minister stands proudly out in front
and gazes at his congregation.
they all know that the new church bells
signal a new day and a new life.
a new life for the faithful to gather together
and be blessed with hope and optimism.
joseph
Subject: Pasta Diet... From Joanna and Clinton Wilson.. thanks.. smiling.. haha....
Subject: Pasta Diet
ITALIAN PASTA DIET ... IT REALLY WORKS!!
1) You walka pasta da bakery.
2) You walka pasta da candy store.
3) You walka pasta da Ice Cream shop.
4) You walka pasta da table and fridge.
Also:
For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on
nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those
conflicting medical studies
1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart
attacks than Americans.
4. The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
CONCLUSION:
Eat and drink what you like.
Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
ITALIAN PASTA DIET ... IT REALLY WORKS!!
1) You walka pasta da bakery.
2) You walka pasta da candy store.
3) You walka pasta da Ice Cream shop.
4) You walka pasta da table and fridge.
Also:
For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on
nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those
conflicting medical studies
1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart
attacks than Americans.
4. The Italians drink excessive amounts of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.
CONCLUSION:
Eat and drink what you like.
Speaking English is apparently what kills you.
J.W. and JaNelle
J.W. and JaNelle ------------ please email us your email addresses...please.... thanks for leaving us a note on blog... It is REALLY GREAT TO HEAR FROM YOU ALL... stan and ann
Saturday, October 01, 2005
INSPIRATION FROM TRAGEDY
INSPIRATION FROM TRAGEDY
by: Mike Dowdy
I just returned from a trip to New Jersey. While en route there, I was stuck in traffic on Interstate 81, just below the Virginia state line, (Bristol, Tennessee), due to a traffic accident with a fatality involved. This accident involved a tanker truck hauling a hazardous material load that developed a leak, which meant that we weren't going anywhere for several hours.
After being told by the Tennessee state troopers that we would be sitting still until the clean up was completed, I set my brakes on the truck and got our to stretch my legs. Other truck drivers did the same, and at one point there were 5 of us standing there by my truck, complaining.
Sitting right beside me in the left lane, were two elderly people in a Silverado pick up truck, which was loaded quite well. The man, (Joe), lowered his window and asked what was going on regarding the traffic situation.
Soon we were all talking with this couple. I mentioned that if I had known about this, I would have bought something to drink, (water), for I was becoming thirsty. The lady, (Anna), said that they had plenty of water, and sodas in the cooler in the bed of the truck, and offered everyone present something. While she was back there, she said that she had plenty of tuna salad made up, and asked if we would be interested in a sandwich.
After some urging from Joe, we agreed to a sandwich. While Anna was making the sandwiches on the tailgate of the truck, she was singing like a songbird. To be close to 70, (I guess), she had a remarkable voice.
When she finished making the sandwiches, and putting everything up, Joe raised the tailgate of the truck to close it. I noticed a Mississippi license plate on it. I inquired as to what part of Mississippi they were from. Joe said Biloxi. Knowing that Biloxi had been ravaged also by hurricane Katrina, I asked if they sustained any damage. Joe said that they lost everything but what they had on and what was in the pickup. All of us drivers tried unsuccessfully to pay them for their drinks and the sandwiches. They would have nothing to do with it.
Joe said that their son was living around Harrisonburg, Virginia and that they were going there. He was in the real estate business and that there was a home that became open, and that they were going to start all over there. Staring over at their age would not be easy.
I will soon be 48 years old, and I have to say that I have never eaten a tuna sandwich with side orders of reality and humility. These people lost everything except the pictures, important documents, and some clothes. Joe had managed to get their antique heirloom grandfathers clock into the bed of the truck and Anna got her china and silverware, but that was all. These wonderful people lost practically everything they owned and still would not accept any money for their food and drinks. Joe said that "it was better to give than it is to receive."
They sought refuge behind a block wall that he had built years ago, and they
watched their belongings and their home disappear in the winds of Hurricane
Katrina. Joe said that during all this he had one hand holding onto Anna and the other holding on to God. Their truck and their selves came out of Katrina
unscathed.
As I stated before, Anna was singing a song while making the sandwiches.
The song is titled "I know who holds tomorrow," an old gospel song. She knew
every word, and was quite a gifted singer of it. Have you ever heard it?
The chorus of this song is, “Many things, about tomorrow, I don't seem to
understand. But I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand."
There is no doubt, in my mind, who was holding both their hands.
Forget all of the politics that the news is striving on, and think about people just like Joe and Anna. If you can, help out with the victim’s relief funds. If you cannot, at least offer a prayer for everyone.
I know that these two elderly people got to this old country boy. I will always remember them. Joe and Anna, if by some strange way you or someone you know gets this, and shows it to you, God Bless you!
Mike Dowdy
Hartselle, Alabama
by: Mike Dowdy
I just returned from a trip to New Jersey. While en route there, I was stuck in traffic on Interstate 81, just below the Virginia state line, (Bristol, Tennessee), due to a traffic accident with a fatality involved. This accident involved a tanker truck hauling a hazardous material load that developed a leak, which meant that we weren't going anywhere for several hours.
After being told by the Tennessee state troopers that we would be sitting still until the clean up was completed, I set my brakes on the truck and got our to stretch my legs. Other truck drivers did the same, and at one point there were 5 of us standing there by my truck, complaining.
Sitting right beside me in the left lane, were two elderly people in a Silverado pick up truck, which was loaded quite well. The man, (Joe), lowered his window and asked what was going on regarding the traffic situation.
Soon we were all talking with this couple. I mentioned that if I had known about this, I would have bought something to drink, (water), for I was becoming thirsty. The lady, (Anna), said that they had plenty of water, and sodas in the cooler in the bed of the truck, and offered everyone present something. While she was back there, she said that she had plenty of tuna salad made up, and asked if we would be interested in a sandwich.
After some urging from Joe, we agreed to a sandwich. While Anna was making the sandwiches on the tailgate of the truck, she was singing like a songbird. To be close to 70, (I guess), she had a remarkable voice.
When she finished making the sandwiches, and putting everything up, Joe raised the tailgate of the truck to close it. I noticed a Mississippi license plate on it. I inquired as to what part of Mississippi they were from. Joe said Biloxi. Knowing that Biloxi had been ravaged also by hurricane Katrina, I asked if they sustained any damage. Joe said that they lost everything but what they had on and what was in the pickup. All of us drivers tried unsuccessfully to pay them for their drinks and the sandwiches. They would have nothing to do with it.
Joe said that their son was living around Harrisonburg, Virginia and that they were going there. He was in the real estate business and that there was a home that became open, and that they were going to start all over there. Staring over at their age would not be easy.
I will soon be 48 years old, and I have to say that I have never eaten a tuna sandwich with side orders of reality and humility. These people lost everything except the pictures, important documents, and some clothes. Joe had managed to get their antique heirloom grandfathers clock into the bed of the truck and Anna got her china and silverware, but that was all. These wonderful people lost practically everything they owned and still would not accept any money for their food and drinks. Joe said that "it was better to give than it is to receive."
They sought refuge behind a block wall that he had built years ago, and they
watched their belongings and their home disappear in the winds of Hurricane
Katrina. Joe said that during all this he had one hand holding onto Anna and the other holding on to God. Their truck and their selves came out of Katrina
unscathed.
As I stated before, Anna was singing a song while making the sandwiches.
The song is titled "I know who holds tomorrow," an old gospel song. She knew
every word, and was quite a gifted singer of it. Have you ever heard it?
The chorus of this song is, “Many things, about tomorrow, I don't seem to
understand. But I know who holds tomorrow, and I know who holds my hand."
There is no doubt, in my mind, who was holding both their hands.
Forget all of the politics that the news is striving on, and think about people just like Joe and Anna. If you can, help out with the victim’s relief funds. If you cannot, at least offer a prayer for everyone.
I know that these two elderly people got to this old country boy. I will always remember them. Joe and Anna, if by some strange way you or someone you know gets this, and shows it to you, God Bless you!
Mike Dowdy
Hartselle, Alabama
Friday, September 30, 2005
An opinion.... Speak up America! Sheehan has spent her sympathy
Speak up America! Sheehan has spent her sympathy
By Ed Koch, former Mayor, NYC
http://www.JewishWorldReview.com |
Cindy Sheehan, whose son Casey was killed in action in Iraq on April 4, 2004, has become the face of the anti-war movement in the United States. While her grief is understandable, her rhetoric is outrageous.
As the mother of a son killed in battle in Iraq, she originally struck a sympathetic chord, whether you supported the war in Iraq or opposed it. One cannot help but empathize with the agony of a bereaved mother. But that has changed over the months, and I believe that many Americans who viewed her with sympathy no longer do so.
Many Americans, myself included, now see her as a person who has come to enjoy the celebratory status accorded to her by the radicals on the extreme left who see America as the outlaw of the world. These radicals are not content to be constructive critics. They are bent on destroying this country.
Some of them want to turn America into a radical socialist state. Others hope to create a utopia. But regardless of their agendas, how can Cindy Sheehan's supporters defend her shameful statement, "This country is not worth dying for."
While we recognize the U.S. is far from perfect, we are still head and shoulders above most other countries in the world in every respect. We remain the place where almost all others, given the chance, want to come to live. We continue to be the land of opportunity. We are the world's leading economy.
Yes, there is far too great a difference between the incomes of the rich and the poor. Yes, we haven't provided universal medical care as a matter of right for all of our citizens. Yes, minorities still suffer from discrimination socially, in housing, jobs and education. But we have a political system that for more than 200 years has allowed the electorate to work its will through regularly held elections. The government follows the will of the people, or it will no longer stay in power..
Those who rail against the United States have simply failed to sell their message to the public at large. They keep losing elections, local as well as national. Rather than broadening their appeal, they have narrowed it.
I supported and still support the war in Iraq, because our Congress and President had every right to rely on the advice of the CIA that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. On Sunday, September 25, 2005, Tim Russert of Meet The Press, summed up the situation prevailing before the war, saying, "…post September 11th, there was a fear of terrorism, an inability to know whether there were weapons of mass destruction by the public or by the media. George W. Bush said there were. Bill and Hillary Clinton said there were. The Russians, French and Germans, who opposed the war, said there were. Hans Blix of the UN said there were."
Iraq had fought an eight-year war against Iran resulting in a million casualties, using poison gas against the Kurds, who were citizens of Iraq, and against the Iranian army. Yes, since the 2003 invasion, we have not found any present supplies of WMD. Nevertheless, based on advice from CIA counterparts advising every member nation of the United Nations Security Council, the Security Council, including Syria, adopted Resolution 1441 unanimously, finding Iraq had weapons of mass destruction for which it had not accounted and advising Iraq that failure to account was cause for war. Iraq refused to account for them to the U.N. We and our allies were right to invade, notwithstanding that other countries, terrified by the prospect of terrorism against them and tempted by corruption at the UN masterminded by Saddam Hussein through the Oil-For-Food program and lucrative vendor contracts with Hussein's regime, did not join us.
As I have often stated, we have accomplished our original goal to prevent Iraq from threatening us or its regional neighbors. We should declare victory and get out. Yes, there probably will be a civil war among the Kurds, Sunni and Shia. If the UN — which is still under a cloud because of the "Oil for Food" scandal — decides to take a military role in Iraq to stop the civil war, we can join them at that time. Having accomplished our original mission, we should no longer be fulfilling the obligations of other countries, such as Germany and France which have had a free ride to date. Even in Afghanistan, the latter NATO allies, do not participate in combat duty, leaving that and the ensuing casualties for the U.S. to bear.
President George W. Bush summed up his views on Iraq when he stated, "When the Iraqi army stands up, the American Army will stand down." I have low expectations of that happening in the immediate future. The estimates provided by the Bush administration on our getting out range from two to ten years. I do not believe we should wait that long, because of the casualties that would be involved. We should get out now, leaving the UN in charge. Although I believe that we should leave Iraq, I do not accept Sheehan's outrageous statements.
Sheehan has joined those who rail against Israel, labeling Israel as the culprit with her comment, "You get America out of Iraq, you get Israel out of Palestine and the terrorism will stop." Is that why Sunni and other terrorists have intentionally killed thousands of Shia civilians, labeling them, according to al-Zarkawi, infidels? Is that why Arab fundamentalists have declared war against all Christians and Jews?
According to Wikipedia, on August 15, 2005, on the Chris Matthews Show, Sheehan said, "she would not have responded differently to her son's death had he died in Afghanistan rather than in Iraq. Sheehan argued that the U.S. invasion of Afghanistan was 'almost the same thing as the Iraq war.'" Remember, the UN Security Council authorized the invasion of Afghanistan and the war against the Taliban government.
Sheehan's personal attacks on President Bush include comments in a speech on April 27, 2005, when she said, "We are not waging a war on terror in this country. We're waging a war of terror. The biggest terrorist in the world is George W. Bush." Shameful.
According to Wikipedia, Sheehan wrote, "Casey was killed in the Global War of Terrorism waged on the world and its own citizens by the biggest terrorist outfit in the world: George and his destructive neo-con cabal."
In an interview on CBS, Sheehan referred to the foreign insurgents coming into Iraq, who are condemned as terrorists even by other Arab countries, as well as the U.S. and Great Britain, as "freedom fighters." On September 16, 2005, she said, "Pull our troops out of occupied New Orleans and Iraq." On the one hand, she and her supporters urge that the National Guard be brought back from Iraq to be used in New Orleans, and on the other hand, she condemns their use there now.
In addressing a veterans' group on August 5, 2005, she demeaned herself with the use of truly outrageous remarks hurled at the President, describing him as "a lying bastard," "that jerk," "that filth spewer and war monger," and "that evil maniac."
Sheehan appeared this past weekend in Washington, D.C., leading the parade in a picture captured by the media that included Jesse Jackson, Julian Bond and Al Sharpton.
On Monday of this week, while Sheehan and her supporters were in Washington protesting at the White House against the presence of U.S. military forces in Iraq — those forces there at the request of the democratically elected Iraqi government — according to The New York Times, "Armed men dressed as police officers burst into a primary school in a town south of Baghdad on Monday, rounded up five Shiite teachers and their driver, marched them to an empty classroom and killed them, a police official said." Sheehan believes them to be "freedom fighters."
Of course, Sheehan has the right to state her opinion in a country she believes shouldn't be defended. We who disagree with her statements, we who believe this country deserves our thanks, love and willingness to defend it, also have the right to express our views. Speak up, America.
By Ed Koch, former Mayor, NYC
http://www.JewishWorldReview.com |
Cindy Sheehan, whose son Casey was killed in action in Iraq on April 4, 2004, has become the face of the anti-war movement in the United States. While her grief is understandable, her rhetoric is outrageous.
As the mother of a son killed in battle in Iraq, she originally struck a sympathetic chord, whether you supported the war in Iraq or opposed it. One cannot help but empathize with the agony of a bereaved mother. But that has changed over the months, and I believe that many Americans who viewed her with sympathy no longer do so.
Many Americans, myself included, now see her as a person who has come to enjoy the celebratory status accorded to her by the radicals on the extreme left who see America as the outlaw of the world. These radicals are not content to be constructive critics. They are bent on destroying this country.
Some of them want to turn America into a radical socialist state. Others hope to create a utopia. But regardless of their agendas, how can Cindy Sheehan's supporters defend her shameful statement, "This country is not worth dying for."
While we recognize the U.S. is far from perfect, we are still head and shoulders above most other countries in the world in every respect. We remain the place where almost all others, given the chance, want to come to live. We continue to be the land of opportunity. We are the world's leading economy.
Yes, there is far too great a difference between the incomes of the rich and the poor. Yes, we haven't provided universal medical care as a matter of right for all of our citizens. Yes, minorities still suffer from discrimination socially, in housing, jobs and education. But we have a political system that for more than 200 years has allowed the electorate to work its will through regularly held elections. The government follows the will of the people, or it will no longer stay in power..
Those who rail against the United States have simply failed to sell their message to the public at large. They keep losing elections, local as well as national. Rather than broadening their appeal, they have narrowed it.
I supported and still support the war in Iraq, because our Congress and President had every right to rely on the advice of the CIA that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. On Sunday, September 25, 2005, Tim Russert of Meet The Press, summed up the situation prevailing before the war, saying, "…post September 11th, there was a fear of terrorism, an inability to know whether there were weapons of mass destruction by the public or by the media. George W. Bush said there were. Bill and Hillary Clinton said there were. The Russians, French and Germans, who opposed the war, said there were. Hans Blix of the UN said there were."
Iraq had fought an eight-year war against Iran resulting in a million casualties, using poison gas against the Kurds, who were citizens of Iraq, and against the Iranian army. Yes, since the 2003 invasion, we have not found any present supplies of WMD. Nevertheless, based on advice from CIA counterparts advising every member nation of the United Nations Security Council, the Security Council, including Syria, adopted Resolution 1441 unanimously, finding Iraq had weapons of mass destruction for which it had not accounted and advising Iraq that failure to account was cause for war. Iraq refused to account for them to the U.N. We and our allies were right to invade, notwithstanding that other countries, terrified by the prospect of terrorism against them and tempted by corruption at the UN masterminded by Saddam Hussein through the Oil-For-Food program and lucrative vendor contracts with Hussein's regime, did not join us.
As I have often stated, we have accomplished our original goal to prevent Iraq from threatening us or its regional neighbors. We should declare victory and get out. Yes, there probably will be a civil war among the Kurds, Sunni and Shia. If the UN — which is still under a cloud because of the "Oil for Food" scandal — decides to take a military role in Iraq to stop the civil war, we can join them at that time. Having accomplished our original mission, we should no longer be fulfilling the obligations of other countries, such as Germany and France which have had a free ride to date. Even in Afghanistan, the latter NATO allies, do not participate in combat duty, leaving that and the ensuing casualties for the U.S. to bear.
President George W. Bush summed up his views on Iraq when he stated, "When the Iraqi army stands up, the American Army will stand down." I have low expectations of that happening in the immediate future. The estimates provided by the Bush administration on our getting out range from two to ten years. I do not believe we should wait that long, because of the casualties that would be involved. We should get out now, leaving the UN in charge. Although I believe that we should leave Iraq, I do not accept Sheehan's outrageous statements.
Sheehan has joined those who rail against Israel, labeling Israel as the culprit with her comment, "You get America out of Iraq, you get Israel out of Palestine and the terrorism will stop." Is that why Sunni and other terrorists have intentionally killed thousands of Shia civilians, labeling them, according to al-Zarkawi, infidels? Is that why Arab fundamentalists have declared war against all Christians and Jews?
According to Wikipedia, on August 15, 2005, on the Chris Matthews Show, Sheehan said, "she would not have responded differently to her son's death had he died in Afghanistan rather than in Iraq. Sheehan argued that the U.S. invasion of Afghanistan was 'almost the same thing as the Iraq war.'" Remember, the UN Security Council authorized the invasion of Afghanistan and the war against the Taliban government.
Sheehan's personal attacks on President Bush include comments in a speech on April 27, 2005, when she said, "We are not waging a war on terror in this country. We're waging a war of terror. The biggest terrorist in the world is George W. Bush." Shameful.
According to Wikipedia, Sheehan wrote, "Casey was killed in the Global War of Terrorism waged on the world and its own citizens by the biggest terrorist outfit in the world: George and his destructive neo-con cabal."
In an interview on CBS, Sheehan referred to the foreign insurgents coming into Iraq, who are condemned as terrorists even by other Arab countries, as well as the U.S. and Great Britain, as "freedom fighters." On September 16, 2005, she said, "Pull our troops out of occupied New Orleans and Iraq." On the one hand, she and her supporters urge that the National Guard be brought back from Iraq to be used in New Orleans, and on the other hand, she condemns their use there now.
In addressing a veterans' group on August 5, 2005, she demeaned herself with the use of truly outrageous remarks hurled at the President, describing him as "a lying bastard," "that jerk," "that filth spewer and war monger," and "that evil maniac."
Sheehan appeared this past weekend in Washington, D.C., leading the parade in a picture captured by the media that included Jesse Jackson, Julian Bond and Al Sharpton.
On Monday of this week, while Sheehan and her supporters were in Washington protesting at the White House against the presence of U.S. military forces in Iraq — those forces there at the request of the democratically elected Iraqi government — according to The New York Times, "Armed men dressed as police officers burst into a primary school in a town south of Baghdad on Monday, rounded up five Shiite teachers and their driver, marched them to an empty classroom and killed them, a police official said." Sheehan believes them to be "freedom fighters."
Of course, Sheehan has the right to state her opinion in a country she believes shouldn't be defended. We who disagree with her statements, we who believe this country deserves our thanks, love and willingness to defend it, also have the right to express our views. Speak up, America.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Monday, September 26, 2005
From Uncle Ivan, "TO MEET SUCH A MAN "...
A Story That Will Surely Touch You
TO MEET SUCH A MAN
I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying,a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for food." My heart sank.
I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.
Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square."
Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.
I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.
"Looking for the pastor?" I asked.
"Not really," he replied, "just resting."
"Have you eaten today?"
"Oh, I ate something early this morning"
"Would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Do you have some work I could do for you?"
"No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch."
"Sure," he replied with a smile.
As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?"
"St. Louis."
"Where you from?"
"Oh, all over, mostly Florida."
"How long you been walking?"
"Fourteen years," came the reply.
I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, "Jesus is The Never Ending Story."
Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought
He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God
"Nothing's been the same since," he said, "I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now"
"Ever think of stopping?" I asked.
"Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads."
I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside ! for a moment and then I asked: "What's it like?"
"What?"
"To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?"
"Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me."
My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, "Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in."
I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I asked.
He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled! led well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read through it 14 times," he said.
"I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see" I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.
"Where are you headed from here?" I asked.
"Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon."
"Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?"
"No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next."
He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.
"Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages from folks I meet."
I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope."
"Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you."
"I know," I said, "I love you, too." "The Lord is good!"
"Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked.
"A long time," he replied
And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in the New Jerusalem."
"I'll be there!" was my reply.
He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
"You bet," I shouted back, "God bless."
"God bless." And that was the last I saw of him.
Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them.
Then I remembered his words: "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. "See you in the New Jerusalem," he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...
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"I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again."
"Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious Name Amen."
GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!!
TO MEET SUCH A MAN
I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying,a well-worn sign that read, "I will work for food." My heart sank.
I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief.
We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car.
Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back to the office until you've at least driven once more around the square."
Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the store front church, going through his sack.
I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town's newest visitor.
"Looking for the pastor?" I asked.
"Not really," he replied, "just resting."
"Have you eaten today?"
"Oh, I ate something early this morning"
"Would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Do you have some work I could do for you?"
"No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch."
"Sure," he replied with a smile.
As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?"
"St. Louis."
"Where you from?"
"Oh, all over, mostly Florida."
"How long you been walking?"
"Fourteen years," came the reply.
I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, "Jesus is The Never Ending Story."
Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought
He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God
"Nothing's been the same since," he said, "I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now"
"Ever think of stopping?" I asked.
"Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads."
I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside ! for a moment and then I asked: "What's it like?"
"What?"
"To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?"
"Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's concepts of other folks like me."
My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said, "Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in."
I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I asked.
He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled! led well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read through it 14 times," he said.
"I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and see" I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.
"Where are you headed from here?" I asked.
"Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon."
"Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?"
"No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next."
He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.
"Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages from folks I meet."
I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope."
"Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just strangers, but I love you."
"I know," I said, "I love you, too." "The Lord is good!"
"Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked.
"A long time," he replied
And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in the New Jerusalem."
"I'll be there!" was my reply.
He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
"You bet," I shouted back, "God bless."
"God bless." And that was the last I saw of him.
Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them... a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them.
Then I remembered his words: "If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. "See you in the New Jerusalem," he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...
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"I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again."
"Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious Name Amen."
GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!!
Saturday, September 24, 2005
I put up some photos of the morning sky... Hurricane Rita to our south gave us some very beautiful skies this am. We had a cold front to our west with a long "roll" cloud from south to north in the western sky.. and Rita to our south with her fingers stretching out... Enjoy.. oh, and there a few shots of wiley coytee too.. haha.. enjoy..
Friday, September 23, 2005
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Jake's Welding Class open house tonight in Stillwater at Merdian Tech.
Great time had by all. Here is some photos from the night! Enjoy!
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Sunday, September 18, 2005
from La....
Those of us in La. know who screwed up this disaster. Our Governor, the levee
board, the Corps of Engineers and the New Orleans Mayor are primarily to
blame with the incompetence of FEMA being secondary.
By the way, things have improved significantly. We give credit to our armed
forces who have taken the pressure off of local law enforcement allowing them
to regain control of our cities. I've often wondered why New Orleans police
have a reputation for being tough, no nonsense guys -- I now understand.
The looting here has been bad. You won't see it on TV, since we're not even
close to being newsworthy considering all the deprivation, death and suffering
being reported.
Our parish took in the first 600 evacuees, and put them up in one of our
brand new high schools located next to I-10. In l0 hours they had trashed the
school, torn out urinals, ripped the bleachers out of the gym and trashed the
classrooms and computers.
We moved them, plus 600 more to a place across the Interstate at an expo
center.
By Tuesday night, there were 3 car jackings and 3 armed robberies. So we had
to call in our deputies, police and Nat'l Guard troops to guard the evacuees.
Most of our law enforcement had been down in NO working the rescue mission.
The same stories apply to Baton Rouge, only multiply the numbers 10 fold. My
godson/nephew is the chief of the K-9 Department in Shreveport, 250 miles north
of Baton Rouge. He had been in NO working on the rescue till now, except he
has been called back to Shreveport tonight to protect against the looting there.
Mandy works for a doctor in a clinic next to our small hospital in Gonzales.
It's situated across the Interstate from the evacuee center. At 11 AM
yesterday (Thursday), the police locked down the hospital and the
clinic to protect them from looters. The clinic closed down at 2 PM and the
medical staff got escorts out of the vicinity.
The national news seems to carry a constant theme of Louisiana politicians
crying "shame, shame America". "Where's the government?" It's the mantra de
jour.
Our governor had the power to declare martial law and commandeer school buses
to evacuate the NO folks. She did not. Her news conferences are unscheduled,
unformatted ramblings, punctuated with tears and calls for help and
prayers......but not much information or direction. She has been noticeably absent from
sight today since the President toured.
Maybe I can't see the forest for the trees here, but I don't want any of you
"Americans out there" to accept any blame for the lack of immediate response
when it was clearly the responsibility of local and state government officials.
Frank H. Kean, III
1614 LaSalle Parc Baton Rouge, La. 70806
board, the Corps of Engineers and the New Orleans Mayor are primarily to
blame with the incompetence of FEMA being secondary.
By the way, things have improved significantly. We give credit to our armed
forces who have taken the pressure off of local law enforcement allowing them
to regain control of our cities. I've often wondered why New Orleans police
have a reputation for being tough, no nonsense guys -- I now understand.
The looting here has been bad. You won't see it on TV, since we're not even
close to being newsworthy considering all the deprivation, death and suffering
being reported.
Our parish took in the first 600 evacuees, and put them up in one of our
brand new high schools located next to I-10. In l0 hours they had trashed the
school, torn out urinals, ripped the bleachers out of the gym and trashed the
classrooms and computers.
We moved them, plus 600 more to a place across the Interstate at an expo
center.
By Tuesday night, there were 3 car jackings and 3 armed robberies. So we had
to call in our deputies, police and Nat'l Guard troops to guard the evacuees.
Most of our law enforcement had been down in NO working the rescue mission.
The same stories apply to Baton Rouge, only multiply the numbers 10 fold. My
godson/nephew is the chief of the K-9 Department in Shreveport, 250 miles north
of Baton Rouge. He had been in NO working on the rescue till now, except he
has been called back to Shreveport tonight to protect against the looting there.
Mandy works for a doctor in a clinic next to our small hospital in Gonzales.
It's situated across the Interstate from the evacuee center. At 11 AM
yesterday (Thursday), the police locked down the hospital and the
clinic to protect them from looters. The clinic closed down at 2 PM and the
medical staff got escorts out of the vicinity.
The national news seems to carry a constant theme of Louisiana politicians
crying "shame, shame America". "Where's the government?" It's the mantra de
jour.
Our governor had the power to declare martial law and commandeer school buses
to evacuate the NO folks. She did not. Her news conferences are unscheduled,
unformatted ramblings, punctuated with tears and calls for help and
prayers......but not much information or direction. She has been noticeably absent from
sight today since the President toured.
Maybe I can't see the forest for the trees here, but I don't want any of you
"Americans out there" to accept any blame for the lack of immediate response
when it was clearly the responsibility of local and state government officials.
Frank H. Kean, III
1614 LaSalle Parc Baton Rouge, La. 70806
Saturday, September 17, 2005
You have to love grandma's... from Heather..
The doctor that had been seeing an 80-year-old woman for most of her life finally retired. At her next checkup, the new doctor told her to bring a list of all the medicines that had been prescribed for her.
As the young doctor was looking through these, his eyes grew wide as he realized she had a prescription for birth control pills. "Mrs.Smith, do you realize these are BIRTH CONTROL pills?
"Yes, they help me sleep at night."
"Mrs. Smith, I assure you there is absolutely NOTHING in these that could possibly help you sleep!"
She reached out and patted the young Doctor's knee. "Yes, dear, I know that. But every morning, I grind one up and mix it in the glass of orange juice that my 16 year old granddaughter drinks... And believe me, it helps me sleep at night.
You gotta like Grandmas
As the young doctor was looking through these, his eyes grew wide as he realized she had a prescription for birth control pills. "Mrs.Smith, do you realize these are BIRTH CONTROL pills?
"Yes, they help me sleep at night."
"Mrs. Smith, I assure you there is absolutely NOTHING in these that could possibly help you sleep!"
She reached out and patted the young Doctor's knee. "Yes, dear, I know that. But every morning, I grind one up and mix it in the glass of orange juice that my 16 year old granddaughter drinks... And believe me, it helps me sleep at night.
You gotta like Grandmas
Friday, September 16, 2005
Uncle Ivan and Aunt Freda send this prayer for all..
This prayer is powerful, and prayer is one of the best gifts we receive.
There is no cost but a lot of rewards.
Let us continue to pray for one another.
The Prayer:
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace. Bless their homes, families, finances, their goings and their comings In Jesus' precious name.
Amen
There is no cost but a lot of rewards.
Let us continue to pray for one another.
The Prayer:
Father, I ask You to bless my friends, relatives and email buddies reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of Your love and power. Holy Spirit, I ask You to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where there is pain, give them Your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through Your grace. Bless their homes, families, finances, their goings and their comings In Jesus' precious name.
Amen
Thursday, September 15, 2005
From Heather... Letter From WWII Soldier Reaches Home
Letter From WWII Soldier Reaches Home
Son Thanked Parents For Birthday Gift
POSTED: 11:38 am CDT September 15, 2005
POOLE, Neb. -- More than 60 years after he sent it, the final letter
written by a soldier killed in World War II has made it home.
The letter somehow landed inside a newspaper dated 1915.
Nebraskan Gary Mathis found it after he bought a box of old newspapers
at a yard sale in Kansas. The letter's envelope had military post office
markings dated March 6, 1944.
Mathis ran an announcement and a picture of the letter in a local
newspaper, and word of mouth got to the soldier's sister.
Louise Kisling said her brother, Clinton Krotz, was an infantry soldier
in Italy during the war. He was killed in action about two months after
the date on the letter.
In the letter, Krotz thanked his parents for a wristwatch they had sent
as a birthday gift, as well as some candy and nuts.
Kisling said her only disappointment is that her parents never got to
see the letter.
Son Thanked Parents For Birthday Gift
POSTED: 11:38 am CDT September 15, 2005
POOLE, Neb. -- More than 60 years after he sent it, the final letter
written by a soldier killed in World War II has made it home.
The letter somehow landed inside a newspaper dated 1915.
Nebraskan Gary Mathis found it after he bought a box of old newspapers
at a yard sale in Kansas. The letter's envelope had military post office
markings dated March 6, 1944.
Mathis ran an announcement and a picture of the letter in a local
newspaper, and word of mouth got to the soldier's sister.
Louise Kisling said her brother, Clinton Krotz, was an infantry soldier
in Italy during the war. He was killed in action about two months after
the date on the letter.
In the letter, Krotz thanked his parents for a wristwatch they had sent
as a birthday gift, as well as some candy and nuts.
Kisling said her only disappointment is that her parents never got to
see the letter.
Ms. Madison Ann Blankinship at 4 months and 10 days!
Lookie who came to see us last night!! Yelp, Ms. Madison came to visit last night, before the storms moved in, while mom and dad were practicing their baseball in town. She is a hoot. She can now almost get her legs under her enough to crawl, which will happen soon, I bet. She can turn over by herself and then turn back over. I was taking pics of her trying to do all this last night. You can see how she can get her legs under her in the new photos ... check them out.. enjoy the day!
Hummm....haha.. from Heather Ann....,
I was sitting in a cafeteria recently, next to a woman who was engrossed in her newspaper.
One of the headlines blared: "12 Brazilian Soldiers Killed."
She shook her head at the sad news.
Then, turning to me, she asked, ";How many is a Brazilian?"
One of the headlines blared: "12 Brazilian Soldiers Killed."
She shook her head at the sad news.
Then, turning to me, she asked, ";How many is a Brazilian?"
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