Sunday, January 27, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Church
Finding extra chairs has never been a problem at most events. The large crowds can be expanded with extra wood church chairs should the congregation over flow the capacity of the building. When large wedding, funerals, memorials and such occur at these locations, it is necessary to have extra seats.
America.........
Below are a few lines from Obama's books;
In his words!
From Dreams of My Father: I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites. From Dreams of My Father : I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race. From Dreams of My Father: There was something about him that made me wary, a little too sure of himself, maybe. And Black. From Dreams of My Father: It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names. From Dreams of My Father: I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn't speak to my own. It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa , that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself , the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela. And FINALLY the Most Damming one of ALL of them!!! From Audacity of Hope: I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction. We CANNOT have someone with this type of mentality running our GREAT nation!! I don't care whether your a Democrat or a Conservative. We CANNOT turn ourselves over to this type of character in a President.
What shall we do?.
From Dreams of My Father: I ceased to advertise my mother's race at the age of 12 or 13, when I began to suspect that by doing so I was ingratiating myself to whites. From Dreams of My Father : I found a solace in nursing a pervasive sense of grievance and animosity against my mother's race. From Dreams of My Father: There was something about him that made me wary, a little too sure of himself, maybe. And Black. From Dreams of My Father: It remained necessary to prove which side you were on, to show your loyalty to the black masses, to strike out and name names. From Dreams of My Father: I never emulate white men and brown men whose fates didn't speak to my own. It was into my father's image, the black man, son of Africa , that I'd packed all the attributes I sought in myself , the attributes of Martin and Malcolm, DuBois and Mandela. And FINALLY the Most Damming one of ALL of them!!! From Audacity of Hope: I will stand with the Muslims should the political winds shift in an ugly direction. We CANNOT have someone with this type of mentality running our GREAT nation!! I don't care whether your a Democrat or a Conservative. We CANNOT turn ourselves over to this type of character in a President.
What shall we do?.
Glasses
I notice that many things are open to the public online these days. The buying of cheap progressive eyeglasses are no exception to the rule as well. The convenience of going online to shop has become a past time for most people. The can do it at home, at work or at leisure when they find the internet hook up available.
Cell Phones
The worst thing to do is get behind a driver who is on the cell phone. If the driver is going slower than the speed limit or the traffic flow, you can bet they are on the cell phone. It infuriates me to no end. There needs to be a law to control this type of thing. I can tell you that there would be alot of tickets written.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Extra Tables
When planning for a get to gather, it's often you will come up short for tables and chairs. Scraping for extra seats or tables is often not an easy thing. You need to know where to find game tables if your planning a night of cards with friends. Get the information ahead of time in order to be prepared for your party.
Several
As you know the winter season brings with it the risk of catching the flu. Many are crowding the ER's at local hospitals this year. The "flu" season has taken off a month early causing the hospitals to be full of waiting sick people. The Health Departments in area counties are telling people to get the "flu" shot if they haven't already. In some areas the supplies are already low or depleted. People are taking this seriously after a local teenager died last week from complications of the flu.
Clean Up
Winter weather has caused some damage to the floors up in the eastern states. Hurricane Sandy took it's toll on homes and properties, therefore finding it necessary for carpet cleaning. In and around certain areas you can contact the raleigh carpet cleaning company nearest your location. I'm sure they can give you the service you need at a good price.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Now Begins 2013
It's here and there's nothing you or I can do about it. Another new
year to face, whatever may come our way. Lives of certain people will
be torn to shreds, while others will face enormous fame, fortune and
happiness. I am holding my breath over certain situations around our
world and the nation in which I live. America, is not like by many
other nations, and it's a scary situation, to live in a country that
terrorists are trying to destroy. I hope we can hold on and keep the
faith. The government needs a lot of help as well, so I've got my hopes
strong for a turn around in the way things are being handled.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
It Snowed
We lost power 3 times, but it didn't stay off long, which was a plus. I have tropical fish and they need oxygen to live. I also don't want to loose the food I have in the freezer.
Today, me and the cat are just trying to stay warm. She doesn't understand why she can't go outside? So, I put her out there for a couple of minutes, so she could find out for herself. Right now she is up under the heat of the heater, trying to stay warm.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
No Santa?
I
remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid.
I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my
big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered.
"Even dummies know that!"
My
Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day
because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always
told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot
easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I
knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping.
For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church.
I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that.
"Is
this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter
asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied
shyly. "It's for Bobby."
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.
Grandma
said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to
Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever
officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma
parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave
me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Security Plan?
I wonder how the Security Plan, at the school, failed? In light of the recent attack at this school, it makes me question how this could happen? The control of the implemented plan, must have been lax, because the shooter forced his way in. I can't see how the person handling the monitor, wasn't able to use discretion allowing this person in the door? It's just my question and it makes me try to understand?
Monday, December 10, 2012
Beauty
It's a new world and with it comes all types of equipment needed in this modern life. Beauty tops one of the lists when you are making the scene. Having the convenience of a rolling makeup case with lights can be very handy when you are on the run. There never seems to be enough time in the day to get everything done. This just helps you mingle some of the tasks.
Cowboy's Win
The team has managed to pull another last minute win out of their helmets. They played this game with the sadness of loosing a team mate to a car accident. The driver was also a team mate, which gave even further sadness to the situation. Yet, they used the game to focus and down to the last few seconds made a field goal to win by one point. Condolences to our team and the future they face. Also we send up prayers for all involved.
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