The North has Bloomingdale's, the South has Dollar General.
The North has coffee houses, the South has Waffle Houses.
The North has dating services, the South has family reunions.
The North has switchblade knives; the South has Lee Press-on Nails.
The North has double last names; the South has double first names.
The North has Indy car races; The South has stock car races.
The North has Cream of Wheat, the South has grits.
The North has green salads, the South has collard greens.
The North has lobsters, the South has crawfish.
The North has the rust belt, the South has the Bible Belt.
FOR NORTHERNERS MOVING SOUTH . . .
In the South --If you run your car into a ditch, don't panic.
Four men in a four-wheel drive pickup truck with a tow chain will be along shortly.
Don't try to help them, just stay out of their way.
This is what they live for.
Don't be surprised to find movie rentals and bait in the same store....
do not buy food at this store.
Remember, "Y'all" is singular, "all y'all" is plural, and "all y'all's" is plural possessive
Get used to hearing "You ain't from round here, are ya?"
Save all manner of bacon grease. You will be instructed later on how to use it.
Don't be worried at not understanding what people are saying.
They can't understand you either.
The first Southern statement to creep into a transplanted Northerner's vocabulary is the adjective "big'ol," truck or "big'ol" boy.
Most Northerners begin their Southern-influenced dialect this way.
All of them are in denial about it.
The proper pronunciation you learned in school is no longer proper.!
Be advised that "He needed killin." is a valid defense here.
If you hear a Southerner exclaim, "Hey, y'all watch this," you should stay out of the way.
These are likely to be the last words he'll ever say.
If there is the prediction of the slightest chance of even the smallest accumulation of snow, your presence is required at the local grocery store. It doesn't matter whether you need anything or not. You just have to go there.
Do not be surprised to find that 10-year olds own their own shotguns, they are proficient marksmen and their mammas taught them how to aim.
In the South, we have found that the best way to grow a lush green lawn is to pour gravel on it and call it a driveway.
AND REMEMBER: If you do settle in the South and bear children, don't think we will accept them as Southerners. After all, if the cat had kittens in the oven, we wouldn't call 'em biscuits.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Clay Balls
A man was exploring caves by the Seashore.
In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls.
It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.
They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.
He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock . Inside was a beautiful, precious stone! Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure.
He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!
It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.
We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person. There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.
May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.
I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have.
Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.
APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE THING YOU HAVE, ESPECIALLY YOUR FRIENDS!
LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND FRIENDS ARE TOO FEW!
Pass this on to another Clay Ball!!!
Do not ask the Lord to Guide your Footsteps if you are not willing to MOVE your Feet
In one of the caves he found a canvas bag with a bunch of hardened clay balls.
It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them out in the sun to bake.
They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him. As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.
He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock . Inside was a beautiful, precious stone! Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls. Each contained a similar treasure.
He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left. Then it struck him. He had been on the beach a long time. He had thrown maybe 50 or 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves. Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure, he could have taken home tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!
It's like that with people. We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and we see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside. It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.
We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy. But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person. There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show us that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.
May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay. May we see the people in our world as God sees them.
I am so blessed by the gems of friendship I have.
Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.
APPRECIATE EVERY SINGLE THING YOU HAVE, ESPECIALLY YOUR FRIENDS!
LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND FRIENDS ARE TOO FEW!
Pass this on to another Clay Ball!!!
Do not ask the Lord to Guide your Footsteps if you are not willing to MOVE your Feet
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Troop 85 returning home
This is a video that a friend of mine shot of the boys returning from Camp Saturday. You have to have your volume on & listen to our horn on the bus we have. So funny to hear them coming & going.
I tried to do a video but my little camera that should have worked did not work. Caroline & I are alot alike. We go to the same church, we have great husbands, our oldest boys are in baseball, we do the Scout thing with the same troop, we are trying to raise two boys the best we can & we love our camera's. Ton's of other things in common. Her family is a really sweet Christian family. Go take a look at her blog of pictures. She does a great job. If I don't get the shot Caroline or another mom Tami M. got it. (The things in common can also describe Tami). We do love us some picture taking. Caroline takes her's a step farther than I do.....She Scrapbooks. She also sells the products. Be sure & take a look at her stuff.
Those who know me can get a peek at me in the video & hear my voice. That we could have done without. The "Let's go find brother" is not my brother. She is talking to her little boy.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Mohawk or Not
I am gonna be holding my breath when I go to pick Chris up tomorrow.Will he have the Mohawk or not?
That is how my last post left off.
Well Chris has been picked up after arriving back to the church from his Boy Scout Camp Out.
(AFTER) 
So far he has no regrets.
As long as my 11 year old did not come back with piercings or tattoos the hair thing does not bother me as much.
This is a picture of some of his friends in the group that also got the famous haircut.
By the way...next Saturday my sister is getting married so guess who will be sporting his Mohawk for the family pics?
Friday, June 19, 2009
Chris at Boy Scout Camp
(Chris is 2nd from left)
Chris has been at Boy Scout camp all this week. We had family night Wednesday. All the boys will be back tomorrow & I imagine will be really tired.I snapped this picture of him while there Wednesday.
Boy Scout Survival Camp was a couple of weekends back & Summer Camp for both boys is coming up. I do believe they will be camped to death soon. I am so thankful we can give them the opportunities we didn't get growing up. Chris seems to have fun spending time with his friends during the summer. Hopefully he will look back & have fond memories of his time at camp.
I got a phone call today asking if it was ok to give him a mohawk haircut. At first I am sure you have shock but when you know the story it is not all bad. The camp has a spirit award they give. Cub Scout's have a Spirit Stick & the Boy Scout's have the Turtle Totem. Each Troop trys to get the award. You get to carry it around until your time to pass it on. Wednesday when I got there our troop had the totem. You have to personalize it with something. One of our Asst. Scoutmaster's told our troop that if they got the Totem for spirit he would shave his head & face & add the hair to the totem. HE DID IT. We have some really great leaders. Here he is in a photo (before of course). Well with our temps reaching near 100 already outside I am sure he welcomed the coolness.
I am gonna be holding my breath when I go to pick Chris up tomorrow. Will he have the mohawk or not?
VBS 2009
I am always the one behind the camera so it seems weird when I see a picture of myself. A good friend of mine snapped this one of me when I was doing a mission lesson with the kindergarten class during Vacation Bible School at our church a couple of weeks ago. We had great attendence & it went really great.
We were discussing some of the way's to teach the Aboriginal's about Jesus. They do some of it through pictures. Here is a picture I was using that I found on the internet.
Aboriginal art
No housework
This has been my last 2 days.
Still feeling under the weather with this bronchitis stuff.
I did harvest some crops on my sister's fiance farm on Facebook Farm Town.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Jeff's ride
Jeff (my husband) had to leave for work this morning & had to get over to catch his ride.Pretty sure he got it since he didn't get back home from missing it.
HOW TO CALL THE POLICE WHEN YOU'RE OLD
This has always been one of my favorite jokes. I probably have it on my blog already but to lazy to look.
George Phillips , an elderly man, from Meridian, Mississippi, was going up to bed, when his wife told him that he'd left the light on in the garden shed, which she could see from the bedroom window.
George opened the back door to go turn off the light, but saw that there were people in the shed stealing things.
He phoned the police, who asked "Is someone in your house?"
He said "No," but some people are breaking into my garden shed and stealing from me.
Then the police dispatcher said "All patrols are busy.
You should lock your doors and an officer will be along when one is available."
George said, "Okay." He hung up the phone and counted to 30.
Then he phoned the police again."Hello, I just called you a few seconds ago because there were people stealing things from my shed. Well, you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them." and he hung up.
Within five minutes, six Police Cars, a SWAT Team, a Helicopter, two Fire Trucks, a Paramedic, and an Ambulance showed up at the Phillips' residence, and caught the burglars red-handed.
One of the Policemen said to George, "I thought you said that you'd shot them!"
George said, "I thought you said there was nobody available!"
MORAL OF THE STORY: Don't mess with old people
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Chris leaving for Camp
It seems all we have been doing is packing for camp. Chris left for Camp Yocona Boy Scout camp after church today. Ususally big thing with all the boys that go. Here are just 6 of our newest Boy Scouts. (Chris last on right)
Outside the chapel waiting to go in as a group. We had Scout Sunday.
Lining up to hear last minute instructions.
Chris with his carry on. Heading to the vans. 
The STUFF they can't live without. This was just the trailerstuff. The truck was full also.
Really quite at home tonight with only one child.
Got the book
After the rain stopped yesterday I got the chance to run to Reed's Bookstore & got the book. No it is not a reflection! Get it..Reflection. A play on words. The Book "Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia". I got an extra one for my sister that writes.Friday, June 12, 2009
A new book out
CLICK ON PIC FOR LARGER VIEW I had a lady contact me on Facebook. She is a local author here in Tupelo. She needs help to promote her book. She is my age, same graduating year & best yet, Southern! I have been to her web site & looked around. Once you read though click on the links at the bottom to go to her web site & blog. Here is a short bio on her.
My name is Patricia Neely-Dorsey. I am from Tupelo, Mississippi. I am a 1982 graduate of Tupelo High School. I received a Bachelor of Arts degree in Psychology from Boston University in Boston, Massachusetts. I lived in Memphis , Tennessee for almost 20 yrs, working in the mental health field, before returning to my hometown in August 2007. I have been married for almost 16 yrs to James Dorsey and we have one child, Henry, age 10.
She has some poems on her web site to tease you with. Well it worked. I want to read more. She just one day woke up & had a "gift" from God. She started writing & hasn't stopped yet. She has enough material for a couple or so more books. She writes alot about Southern culture. Not the kind that puts the south in a bad light as so many do. The really easy, laid back, family oriented.
She describes it this way.
There are so many negative connotations associated with Mississippi and the south in general. I want readers to see that there is a flip side of the coin. There is much to love about the southern way of life. I want people to know Mississippi in a different light and I want to introduce them. My slogan is Meet Mississippi Through Poetry, Prose and The Written Word.
ABOUT THE BOOK
Patricia Neely-Dorsey’s fascinating book of poetry is a true celebration of the south and things southern. Using childhood memories, personal thoughts and dreams, the author offers a positive glimpse into the southern way of life.
She has a BLOG to read some more about her.
Or visit her web site. Be sure & bookmark once there so you could go back.
Find her on Facebook. Patricia Neely-Dorsey is listed as one of my friends.
I will post more about this grand Southern lady later.
The Broken Mower
When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me
that I should get it fixed.
But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck,
the car, playing golf -- always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,
busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.
I was gone only a minute, and when I came out I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, 'When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.'
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Moral of this story:
Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.
that I should get it fixed.
But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck,
the car, playing golf -- always something more important to me.
Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass,
busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.
I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house.
I was gone only a minute, and when I came out I handed her a toothbrush.
I said, 'When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.'
The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.
Moral of this story:
Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.
My Facebook status
Katrina Potter Patty is so sad.....I have a Bronchial Infection & I had to send off my baby today to the service center. AKA: My Nikon D300 (camera). Now I am home with my feet kicked up & resting. Yes mother...resting. I promise.
Up at 12:26 am trying to calm a cough. Meds are in with a milk chaser.
Up at 12:26 am trying to calm a cough. Meds are in with a milk chaser.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
FINALLY
We finally have the house back on the market.
We will get it sold this time. Full price offer asking for nothing but a normal closing. That is called being positive.
Now to keep the house clean enough for showing.
If you want to live in the town or have a extra house in the birthplace of Elvis then do I have a house for you.
Follow THIS LINK to get to the listing.
We will get it sold this time. Full price offer asking for nothing but a normal closing. That is called being positive.
Now to keep the house clean enough for showing.
If you want to live in the town or have a extra house in the birthplace of Elvis then do I have a house for you.
Follow THIS LINK to get to the listing.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Time Away
Been spending some time away this week. Be back home shortly.
Meet a great couple in the next condo.
Friday, May 15, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Before I Was a Mom
Before I was a Mom,
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether
or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my
mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming
child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom
May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life.
I never tripped over toys
or forgot words to a lullaby.
I didn't worry whether
or not my plants were poisonous.
I never thought about immunizations.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never been puked on.
Pooped on. Chewed on. Peed on.
I had complete control of my
mind and my thoughts.
I slept all night.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held down a screaming
child so doctors could do tests.
Or give shots.
I never looked into teary eyes and cried.
I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.
I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.
Before I was a Mom,
I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down.
I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.
I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.
I never knew that I could love someone so much.
I never knew I would love being a Mom.
Before I was a Mom,
I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body..
I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.
I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.
I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.
Before I was a Mom,
I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.
I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.
I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom
May you always be overwhelmed by the Grace of God rather than by the cares of life.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Facebook Updates
It seems I spend a bit of time on Facebook. The thing is I know it. Here are the last few postings I have had. It goes from newest to oldest.
Katrina Potter Patty is off to bed!
Katrina Potter Patty is off the ball games!
Katrina Potter Patty has another busy day. Planning scouts for tonight, working on my Kindergarten Wednesday night lesson for Mission's, contemplating going to the pool company for shock, working on Operation Christmas Child stuff (that's right no typo). Well maybe not a busy day but I could fit a couple of more things in. EVIL EVIL Facebook
Katrina Potter Patty Now how about this one. Nobody puts Baby in the corner!
Katrina Potter Patty Grease is the word is the word is the word.....
Katrina Potter Patty just got back from Operation Christmas Child kick off.
Katrina Potter Patty just watched the local 155th leave from Tupelo. It was so sad. Cars pulled over on the side of the road for them. Motorcycles & Police Officers were leading, following & escorting them.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed to the ball fields AGAIN!
Katrina Potter Patty is headed off to lead a bunch of kindergarteners make Mother's Day crafts. FUN FUN FUN.....really!
Katrina Potter Patty dang I am gonna miss my friends tonight while they are supporting LeBonheur. Think of me while I am sitting at the ball fields.
Katrina Potter Patty Women rule the world...men are just here for the company. Just heard it on a commercial.
Katrina Potter Patty has to take her overweight dog for yearly shots, drop off a riding mower with the trailer, get some mulch, spread it, get ready to teach kindergarteners tonight & hopefully have a Mountain Dew somewhere in between.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed to work on new empty bowls for next years Salvation Army Empty Bowls Luncheon.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed out to a baseball game & then to Boy Scouts.
Katrina Potter Patty is back from a wet & cold baseball practice.
Katrina Potter Patty is relaxing & watching movies with her guys tonight.
Katrina Potter Patty What do you think the purpose of life is? To be useful & make a difference in life.
Katrina Potter Patty Wants everyone to know that you can get you some good seats for Alan Jackson tonight. I just checked online & the good seats that have been held back are being released. Section 102 Row 3 near the stage came up.
Katrina Potter Patty wants to update her blog but can't seem to get the gumption (is that a word) up to do it.
Katrina Potter Patty now has an official Boy Scout in the house. Chris did a crossover ceremony at church tonight. It was really special.
Katrina Potter Patty is waiting on word from family that had straight line winds come through Scottsboro early this morning. Tore the town up pretty bad. Alot of people with no electricity. My sister has power so she took my mom that had no power a pot of coffee. All is well in their life now.
Katrina Potter Patty is off to bed!
Katrina Potter Patty is off the ball games!
Katrina Potter Patty has another busy day. Planning scouts for tonight, working on my Kindergarten Wednesday night lesson for Mission's, contemplating going to the pool company for shock, working on Operation Christmas Child stuff (that's right no typo). Well maybe not a busy day but I could fit a couple of more things in. EVIL EVIL Facebook
Katrina Potter Patty Now how about this one. Nobody puts Baby in the corner!
Katrina Potter Patty Grease is the word is the word is the word.....
Katrina Potter Patty just got back from Operation Christmas Child kick off.
Katrina Potter Patty just watched the local 155th leave from Tupelo. It was so sad. Cars pulled over on the side of the road for them. Motorcycles & Police Officers were leading, following & escorting them.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed to the ball fields AGAIN!
Katrina Potter Patty is headed off to lead a bunch of kindergarteners make Mother's Day crafts. FUN FUN FUN.....really!
Katrina Potter Patty dang I am gonna miss my friends tonight while they are supporting LeBonheur. Think of me while I am sitting at the ball fields.
Katrina Potter Patty Women rule the world...men are just here for the company. Just heard it on a commercial.
Katrina Potter Patty has to take her overweight dog for yearly shots, drop off a riding mower with the trailer, get some mulch, spread it, get ready to teach kindergarteners tonight & hopefully have a Mountain Dew somewhere in between.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed to work on new empty bowls for next years Salvation Army Empty Bowls Luncheon.
Katrina Potter Patty is headed out to a baseball game & then to Boy Scouts.
Katrina Potter Patty is back from a wet & cold baseball practice.
Katrina Potter Patty is relaxing & watching movies with her guys tonight.
Katrina Potter Patty What do you think the purpose of life is? To be useful & make a difference in life.
Katrina Potter Patty Wants everyone to know that you can get you some good seats for Alan Jackson tonight. I just checked online & the good seats that have been held back are being released. Section 102 Row 3 near the stage came up.
Katrina Potter Patty wants to update her blog but can't seem to get the gumption (is that a word) up to do it.
Katrina Potter Patty now has an official Boy Scout in the house. Chris did a crossover ceremony at church tonight. It was really special.
Katrina Potter Patty is waiting on word from family that had straight line winds come through Scottsboro early this morning. Tore the town up pretty bad. Alot of people with no electricity. My sister has power so she took my mom that had no power a pot of coffee. All is well in their life now.
Confession
I AM HORRIBLE AT BLOGGING! But I had to share this.
We have been so busy here at The Patty home. Both boys had games tonight. One at 6:00 the other at 7:00. Matthew is my little eater. Each time we pass the snack area he says he wants to go to the Confession Stand. No matter how many times I say concession he still says confession. What did we turn Catholic & I wasn't paying attention?
We have been so busy here at The Patty home. Both boys had games tonight. One at 6:00 the other at 7:00. Matthew is my little eater. Each time we pass the snack area he says he wants to go to the Confession Stand. No matter how many times I say concession he still says confession. What did we turn Catholic & I wasn't paying attention?
Friday, May 1, 2009
Tupelo sendoff for the 155th
READ MORE ABOUT THE SEND OFF'S AROUND THE AREA
I took the boys to school this morning & heard my friend Kelli (who is a Co-Host of "Your Hometown Morning Show" WIZARD 106 in Tupelo) talking about our local 155th leaving Tupelo.
Well I had my camera with me but really just headed over to the Armory to see the goings on. In route I passed the buses, big trucks, motorcycles (Patriot Guard Riders), Police cars & family in a convoy. Cars were pulling over for these guys. RESPECT. That is what came to my mind. These guys need it. I heard they are on their way for training for 2 weeks & then headed out of the country. Some for at least a year. I could not imagine. As I have said in previous post I have great respect for the servicemen & women. I have a ton of family serving.
Keep all these guys in your prayers as they serve our country & protect us.
CLICK ON PICTURES FOR LARGER VIEW
Made from my rear view mirror
A WOMAN'S WEEK AT THE GYM
If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with
you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular
workout routine
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of
personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football
cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and
give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named
Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and
model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club
encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well
worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me.
He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a
dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the
skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout
today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already
aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be
a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo
made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put
weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made
the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!!
It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a
hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer
or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other
club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning
and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair
monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity
rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in
shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.
THURSDAY:
Butthole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his
thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a
half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and
hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny witch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that jerk Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other
human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic
little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if
you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the darn barbells or
anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.
Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir
director?
SATURDAY:
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice
wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want
to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to
even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the
Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my
husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a
hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have
sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular
workout routine
Dear Diary,
For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of
personal training at the local health club for me.
Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football
cheerleader 43 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and
give it a try.
I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named
Christo, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and
model for athletic clothing and swim wear.
My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club
encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.
Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well
worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Christo waiting for me.
He is something of a Greek god - with blond hair, dancing eyes and a
dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!!
Christo gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the
skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout
today. Very inspiring!
Christo was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already
aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be
a FANTASTIC week-!!
TUESDAY:
I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Christo
made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put
weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made
the full mile. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT-!!
It's a whole new life for me.
WEDNESDAY:
The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the
counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a
hernia in both pectorals. Driving was OK as long as I didn't try to steer
or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot.
Christo was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other
club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning
and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying.
My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Christo put me on the stair
monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity
rendered obsolete by elevators? Christo told me it would help me get in
shape and enjoy life. He said some other crap too.
THURSDAY:
Butthole was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his
thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a
half an hour late - it took me that long to tie my shoes.
He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and
hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny witch to find me.
Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine -- which I sank.
FRIDAY:
I hate that jerk Christo more than any human being has ever hated any other
human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic
little aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move
without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it.
Christo wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if
you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the darn barbells or
anything that weighs more than a sandwich.
The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher.
Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir
director?
SATURDAY:
Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice
wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want
to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to
even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the
Weather Channel.
SUNDAY:
I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and
thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my
husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a
hysterectomy.
I still say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have
sprinkled the floor with diamonds!!!
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Can't have it both ways.
I am such a bad blogger. I have so many good intentions but then something always pulls me the other way. I am glad I stay busy. Idle hands. You should know the rest.
Whiskey Attitude
Recently one Congressman from a Bible belt congressional district was asked about his attitude toward whiskey.
The politician responded, "If you mean the demon drink that poisons the mind, pollutes the body, desecrates family life, and inflames sinners, then I'm against it."
He continued, "But if you mean the elixir of Christmas cheer, the shield against winter chill, the taxable potion that puts needed funds into public coffers to comfort little crippled children, then I'm for it. This is my position, and I will not compromise."
Whiskey Attitude
Recently one Congressman from a Bible belt congressional district was asked about his attitude toward whiskey.
The politician responded, "If you mean the demon drink that poisons the mind, pollutes the body, desecrates family life, and inflames sinners, then I'm against it."
He continued, "But if you mean the elixir of Christmas cheer, the shield against winter chill, the taxable potion that puts needed funds into public coffers to comfort little crippled children, then I'm for it. This is my position, and I will not compromise."
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Scottsboro Alabama Storms
Ask anyone in the south "How is the weather". Crazy would be the word. It is never the same in any season. I turn on the heat one day & the air the next. Wear t-shirts one day & pull out the long sleeves the next. Never know what to expect. Would I move out of the South? NO.
My sister has tried sending me pictures she went out & made but they can't come through becasue of her server. A blog I visit has some pictures. This was no tornado just winds. The blog explains it. Be sure & read her blog. She has alot of good info.
Penny's Purse
Penny's Purse Storm Damage Pictures
Scottsboro Daily Sentinel this article explains what happened that have people
confused.
Jackson County declared disaster area
Ginger Snap Photo's of High Wind Damage
This is a picture from a friend of mine. She has some listed on Facebook. It is her car. Well..... was her car.
My sister has tried sending me pictures she went out & made but they can't come through becasue of her server. A blog I visit has some pictures. This was no tornado just winds. The blog explains it. Be sure & read her blog. She has alot of good info.
Penny's Purse
Penny's Purse Storm Damage Pictures
Scottsboro Daily Sentinel this article explains what happened that have people
confused.
Jackson County declared disaster area
Ginger Snap Photo's of High Wind Damage
This is a picture from a friend of mine. She has some listed on Facebook. It is her car. Well..... was her car.
Friday, April 10, 2009
One Flaw In Women
God doesn't give you the people you want,
He gives you the people you NEED.
To help you, to hurt you,
to leave you, to love you
and to make you into the
person you were meant to be.
One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
He gives you the people you NEED.
To help you, to hurt you,
to leave you, to love you
and to make you into the
person you were meant to be.
One Flaw In Women
Women have strengths that amaze men.
They bear hardships and they carry burdens,
but they hold happiness, love and joy.
They smile when they want to scream.
They sing when they want to cry.
They cry when they are happy
and laugh when they are nervous.
They fight for what they believe in.
They stand up to injustice.
They don't take "no" for an answer
when they believe there is a better solution.
They go without so their family can have.
They go to the doctor with a frightened friend.
They love unconditionally.
They cry when their children excel
and cheer when their friends get awards.
They are happy when they hear about
a birth or a wedding.
Their hearts break when a friend dies.
They grieve at the loss of a family member,
yet they are strong when they
think there is no strength left.
They know that a hug and a kiss
can heal a broken heart.
Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors.
They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you
to show how much they care about you.
The heart of a woman is what
makes the world keep turning.
They bring joy, hope and love.
They have compassion and ideas.
They give moral support to their
family and friends.
Women have vital things to say
and everything to give.
HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE FLAW IN WOMEN,
IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
When the moon hits the sky like a big pizza pie...
Came out of church tonight & seen this over the top of the back side. It was like a bright shining spot light over top. Isn't God amazing?I have a new granddaughter
Annabelle Lillian LeBlanc
born April 6th, 2009
6 lbs 15 oz.
19 inches long
Exercise Pointers
-It is well documented that for every minute that you exercise, you add one minute to your life. This enables you at 85 years old to spend an additional 5 months in a nursing home at $50,000 per month.
- I joined a health club last year, spent about 40,000 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up.
- I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.
- I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
- I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.
- The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.
- If you are going to try cross-country running, start with a small country.
Overweight
Patient says: It isn't possible that I'm as overweight as you say I am.
Doctor says: Maybe you would prefer to look at it in a different way. According to this chart, you're about 10 inches too short.
- I joined a health club last year, spent about 40,000 bucks. Haven't lost a pound. Apparently you have to show up.
- I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing.
- I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
- I have flabby thighs, but fortunately my stomach covers them.
- The advantage of exercising every day is that you die healthier.
- If you are going to try cross-country running, start with a small country.
Overweight
Patient says: It isn't possible that I'm as overweight as you say I am.
Doctor says: Maybe you would prefer to look at it in a different way. According to this chart, you're about 10 inches too short.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The Coat Hanger
A woman was at work when she received a phone call that her small daughter was very sick with a fever. She left her work and Stopped by the pharmacy to get some medication. She got back to her car and found that she had locked her keys In the car. She didn't know what to do, so she called home and told The baby sitter what had happened. The baby sitter told her that the Fever was getting worse. She said, 'You might find a coat hanger and Use that to open the door.'
The woman looked around and found an old rusty coat hanger that Had been left on the ground, possibly by someone else who at some time Had locked their keys in their car. She looked at the hanger and Said, 'I don't know how to use this.' She bowed her head and asked God to send her help. Within five Minutes a beat-up old motorcycle pulled up, with a dirty, greasy, Bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag on his head.
The Woman thought, 'This is what you sent to help me?' But, she was desperate, so she was also very thankful. The man got off of his cycle and asked if he could help. She said, 'Yes, my daughter is very sick. I stopped to get her some Medication and I locked my keys in my car. I must get home to her. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car? He said, 'Sure.' He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was opened.
She hugged the man and through her tears she said, 'Thank you so much! You are a very nice man.'
The man replied, 'Lady, I am not a nice man. I just got out of Prison today. I was in prison for car theft and have only been out For about an hour.'
The woman hugged the man again and with sobbing tears cried out loud,
'Oh, Thank you God! You even sent me a professional!'
The woman looked around and found an old rusty coat hanger that Had been left on the ground, possibly by someone else who at some time Had locked their keys in their car. She looked at the hanger and Said, 'I don't know how to use this.' She bowed her head and asked God to send her help. Within five Minutes a beat-up old motorcycle pulled up, with a dirty, greasy, Bearded man who was wearing an old biker skull rag on his head.
The Woman thought, 'This is what you sent to help me?' But, she was desperate, so she was also very thankful. The man got off of his cycle and asked if he could help. She said, 'Yes, my daughter is very sick. I stopped to get her some Medication and I locked my keys in my car. I must get home to her. Please, can you use this hanger to unlock my car? He said, 'Sure.' He walked over to the car, and in less than a minute the car was opened.
She hugged the man and through her tears she said, 'Thank you so much! You are a very nice man.'
The man replied, 'Lady, I am not a nice man. I just got out of Prison today. I was in prison for car theft and have only been out For about an hour.'
The woman hugged the man again and with sobbing tears cried out loud,
'Oh, Thank you God! You even sent me a professional!'
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
My mom the volunteer...
Click on picture for larger view. 
My mother & step-dad make the paper. He is the first from the far left & my mom is the 3rd from the left holding the rake. "Go MOM"
No arrest, fighting or drug charges. haha. Trust me you will never see that on here with their name attached. The article explains it.
Here is what my cousin Opal Lewis Meek sent out looking for help.
"The Town of Hollywood has a Clean Up Day Scheduled for Saturday, March 7, 2009, and plans to have a Dumpster at the Hollywood Crossroads which will take old furniture, limbs, old flowers, stands,etc. but no tires, oil, paint, batteries, or household trash will be accepted.
The Old Baptist Cemetery located on County Road 42 in Hollywood, AL, will have Clean Up Day on Saturday, March 7, beginning at 9 a.m. For more information call Pat Harding Womack at 256 - 599-0519 or 256 - 575-2727. Bring your own work tools.
Please come out and support all this clean up effort and especially the Old Baptist Cemetery. This is the white cemetery which has no perpetual care. The Black Old Baptist Cemetery there has perpetual care. The Sheriff's Department recently did a tremendous amount of cleanup of the white portion as coordinated by Pat Harding Womack and the Town of Hollywood provided the food to feed the inmates. We will need to really work to keep the cemetery looking nice. The inmates have cleaned up before but the mimosa trees really take over fast and so does the sage grass.
All help and support is greatly appreciated. Looking forward to seeing you there."
My mother & step-dad make the paper. He is the first from the far left & my mom is the 3rd from the left holding the rake. "Go MOM"No arrest, fighting or drug charges. haha. Trust me you will never see that on here with their name attached. The article explains it.
Here is what my cousin Opal Lewis Meek sent out looking for help.
"The Town of Hollywood has a Clean Up Day Scheduled for Saturday, March 7, 2009, and plans to have a Dumpster at the Hollywood Crossroads which will take old furniture, limbs, old flowers, stands,etc. but no tires, oil, paint, batteries, or household trash will be accepted.
The Old Baptist Cemetery located on County Road 42 in Hollywood, AL, will have Clean Up Day on Saturday, March 7, beginning at 9 a.m. For more information call Pat Harding Womack at 256 - 599-0519 or 256 - 575-2727. Bring your own work tools.
Please come out and support all this clean up effort and especially the Old Baptist Cemetery. This is the white cemetery which has no perpetual care. The Black Old Baptist Cemetery there has perpetual care. The Sheriff's Department recently did a tremendous amount of cleanup of the white portion as coordinated by Pat Harding Womack and the Town of Hollywood provided the food to feed the inmates. We will need to really work to keep the cemetery looking nice. The inmates have cleaned up before but the mimosa trees really take over fast and so does the sage grass.
All help and support is greatly appreciated. Looking forward to seeing you there."
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Irish Blessings
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
And the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
These things, I warmly wish for you-
Someone to love,
Some work to do,
A bit of o’ sun
A bit o’ cheer
And a guardian angel
Always near.
May your troubles be less
And your blessing be more
And nothing but happiness
Come through your door
May your blessings outnumber
The Shamrocks that grow
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
Happy Saint Patrick's Day
from The Patty's
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Mom & Homer
Happy 22nd Anniversary to my Mother (Cat) & stepdad (Homer). She & Homer married 5 months after I did. I had moved to Virginia so I didn't get to attend the wedding. Small & intimate with family & friends present.
Free Samples
After trying a new shampoo for the first time, a gal fired off an enthusiastic letter of approval to the manufacturer.
Several weeks later she came home from work to a large carton in the middle of the floor.
Inside were free samples of the many products the company produced: soaps, detergents, tooth paste, and paper items.
"Well, what do you think" her hubby asked smiling.
"Next time," she replied. "I'm writing to BMW!"
;-)
Several weeks later she came home from work to a large carton in the middle of the floor.
Inside were free samples of the many products the company produced: soaps, detergents, tooth paste, and paper items.
"Well, what do you think" her hubby asked smiling.
"Next time," she replied. "I'm writing to BMW!"
;-)
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
My blog
This site is not closed. It is due to a lack of time to take care of the site updates and maintenance. I hope to have the site back up soon, just waiting for life to calm down. I'm running over with blessings to have such a full and busy wonderful life! Please drop back. I have lots of new info to post soon.
Monday, March 9, 2009
Letter to employee's
As the CEO of this organization, I have resigned myself to the fact that Barrack Obama is our President and that our taxes and government fees will increase in a BIG way.
To compensate for these increases, our prices would have to increase by about 10%.
But since we cannot increase our prices right now due to the dismal state of the economy, we will have to lay off six of our employees instead.
This has really been bothering me, since I believe we are family here and I didn't know how to choose who would have to go.
So, this is what I did. I walked through our parking lot and found six “Obama For Change” bumper stickers on our employees' cars and have decided these folks will be the ones to let go. I can't think of a more fair way to approach this problem.
They voted for change; I gave it to them.
I will see the rest of you at the annual company picnic.
THE BOSS.....
To compensate for these increases, our prices would have to increase by about 10%.
But since we cannot increase our prices right now due to the dismal state of the economy, we will have to lay off six of our employees instead.
This has really been bothering me, since I believe we are family here and I didn't know how to choose who would have to go.
So, this is what I did. I walked through our parking lot and found six “Obama For Change” bumper stickers on our employees' cars and have decided these folks will be the ones to let go. I can't think of a more fair way to approach this problem.
They voted for change; I gave it to them.
I will see the rest of you at the annual company picnic.
THE BOSS.....
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A 21st Century Marriage
I stopped at a florist shop after work to pick up roses for my wife.
As the clerk was putting the finishing touches on the bouquet,
a young man burst through the door, breathlessly requesting a dozen red roses.
"I'm sorry," the clerk said. "This man just ordered our last bunch."
The desperate customer turned to me and begged, "May I please have those roses?"
"What happened?" I asked. "Did you forget your wedding anniversary?"
"It's even worse than that," he confided.
"I crashed my wife's hard drive!"
As the clerk was putting the finishing touches on the bouquet,
a young man burst through the door, breathlessly requesting a dozen red roses.
"I'm sorry," the clerk said. "This man just ordered our last bunch."
The desperate customer turned to me and begged, "May I please have those roses?"
"What happened?" I asked. "Did you forget your wedding anniversary?"
"It's even worse than that," he confided.
"I crashed my wife's hard drive!"
Red envelope project
I have received this e-mail from a few of my friends. Something really easy to do that makes a statement.
Here is what I would like you to do:
Get a red envelope.
You can buy them at Kinkos, or at party supply stores.
On the back, write the following message:
This envelope represents one child who died in abortion.It is empty because that life was unable to offer anything to the world.Responsibility begins with conception.
Put it in the mail, and send it. Then forward this email to every one of your friends who you think would send one too. I wish we could send 50 million red envelopes, one for every child who died before having a a chance to live. Maybe it will change the heart of the President.
Dear Friends and Intercessors:
This afternoon I was praying about a number of things, and my mind began to wander.
This afternoon I was praying about a number of things, and my mind began to wander.
I was deeply distressed at the symbolic actions that President Obama took as he began his presidency.
Namely, that he signed executive orders releasing funds to pay for abortions, permission to fund human stem cell research, and federal funding for contraception.
I have been involved in the pro-life movement for nearly 20 years, and it pained my heart to see a man and a political party committed to the shedding of innocent blood. This man, and this party lead our country, but they do not represent me or the 54% of Americans who believe that abortion is wrong and should no longer be legal.
As I was praying, I believe that God gave me an interesting idea. Out in the garage I have a box of red envelopes. Like the powerful image of the red LIFE tape, an empty red envelope will send a message to Barack Obama that there is moral outrage in this country over this issue. It will be quiet, but clear.
As I was praying, I believe that God gave me an interesting idea. Out in the garage I have a box of red envelopes. Like the powerful image of the red LIFE tape, an empty red envelope will send a message to Barack Obama that there is moral outrage in this country over this issue. It will be quiet, but clear.
Here is what I would like you to do:
Get a red envelope.
You can buy them at Kinkos, or at party supply stores.
On the front, address it to...
President Barack Obama
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Ave.
Washington , D.C. 20500-0001
On the back, write the following message:
This envelope represents one child who died in abortion.It is empty because that life was unable to offer anything to the world.Responsibility begins with conception.
Put it in the mail, and send it. Then forward this email to every one of your friends who you think would send one too. I wish we could send 50 million red envelopes, one for every child who died before having a a chance to live. Maybe it will change the heart of the President.
Tell me that this is not a baby------
My 2nd granddaughter Annabelle Lillian that is coming in April may disagree. Here she is at her last appointment. She was caught napping with her hand on the side of her face & under her chin.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Hiccups Cure
A man goes into a drugstore and asks the pharmacist if
he can give him something for the hiccups.
The pharmacist promptly reaches out and slaps the man's face.
"What did you do that for?" the man asks.
"Well, you don't have the hiccups anymore, do you?"
The man says, "No, but my wife out in the car still does!"
he can give him something for the hiccups.
The pharmacist promptly reaches out and slaps the man's face.
"What did you do that for?" the man asks.
"Well, you don't have the hiccups anymore, do you?"
The man says, "No, but my wife out in the car still does!"
Friday, February 13, 2009
Valentine
An oldie but a goodie. I have seen this around for awhile but still love getting it.
............."For God so loVed the world,
.....That He GAve
...........His onLy
............BegottEn
.................SoN
....................................That whosoever
............Believeth In Him
....................Should Not perish,
.........................But have Everlasting life."
John 3:16
............."For God so loVed the world,
.....That He GAve
...........His onLy
............BegottEn
.................SoN
....................................That whosoever
............Believeth In Him
....................Should Not perish,
.........................But have Everlasting life."
John 3:16
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I know somebody that knows somebody
I received an e-mail from a friend of mine that has had received an email from a friend of hers. I now know somebody that knows somebody.
I wish this guy all the best. Here is the e-mail from my friend & below hers is the email she received from her friend.
Dear Friends & Family -
Alex's first grade teacher in Brentwood, TN, Nicole Smith's husband is on the American Idol this year. We are asking you all to please vote for him Tuesday night so that he can continue on to the next round. He has had a couple records out, but he hasn't had any major hits yet so they are hoping and praying for this to work out for them. Mrs. Smith is one of our all time favorite teachers and we would love for this opportunity to give his career the push it needs. Please she her email below. Pictures of Brent are on the bottom.
Thank you all so much!!
The Millers
Alex's first grade teacher in Brentwood, TN, Nicole Smith's husband is on the American Idol this year. We are asking you all to please vote for him Tuesday night so that he can continue on to the next round. He has had a couple records out, but he hasn't had any major hits yet so they are hoping and praying for this to work out for them. Mrs. Smith is one of our all time favorite teachers and we would love for this opportunity to give his career the push it needs. Please she her email below. Pictures of Brent are on the bottom.
Thank you all so much!!
The Millers
&
Okay Friends and Family,
I am calling on each of you for your support and your votes! Even if you aren’t typically an American Idol watcher/fan I am asking each of you to please begin to watch, at least for the time being! As most of you already know, my husband, Brent Keith (Smith), is now officially a part of the top 36 on this season of American Idol!!
Would you please commit to voting (and praying) for Brent next Tuesday, February 17th (on your local Fox channel at 8/7 central), as he will be performing for the first time live and out of the 12 (6 guys and 6 girls) that will be performing next week only 1 girl with the most votes and 1 guy with the most votes and 1 person with the next highest number of votes (guy or girl) will move on to the top 12! YIKES! That means 9 contestants will go home next week! We really want Brent to stay in this thing! The judges will be able to bring back 3 contestants during the wild card round, but we would sure love to not have to wait for that!!
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, let anyone and everyone you know about this and get them to commit to voting for Brent Keith as he moves forward in this season of American Idol!!! Please pass it on to as many people as you can!
BRENT KEITH COULD BE THE NEXT AMERICAN IDOL (with your help)!
Nicole M. Smith
I am calling on each of you for your support and your votes! Even if you aren’t typically an American Idol watcher/fan I am asking each of you to please begin to watch, at least for the time being! As most of you already know, my husband, Brent Keith (Smith), is now officially a part of the top 36 on this season of American Idol!!
Would you please commit to voting (and praying) for Brent next Tuesday, February 17th (on your local Fox channel at 8/7 central), as he will be performing for the first time live and out of the 12 (6 guys and 6 girls) that will be performing next week only 1 girl with the most votes and 1 guy with the most votes and 1 person with the next highest number of votes (guy or girl) will move on to the top 12! YIKES! That means 9 contestants will go home next week! We really want Brent to stay in this thing! The judges will be able to bring back 3 contestants during the wild card round, but we would sure love to not have to wait for that!!
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, let anyone and everyone you know about this and get them to commit to voting for Brent Keith as he moves forward in this season of American Idol!!! Please pass it on to as many people as you can!
BRENT KEITH COULD BE THE NEXT AMERICAN IDOL (with your help)!
Nicole M. Smith
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A Special Love Story
I would like to share with you an e-mail I receive around each Valentines Day. I am proud to say this is from my Associate Pastor. He is thought very highly of in our church. I know for a fact that man has a place in heaven waiting on him. He is about the smartest most humble man I know that knows the entire history of the bible. He goes in depth that is way beyond me. His SSClass has to meet in the gym because it is so large.
David Langerfeld
Feb 11, 2009
Although most of you have read this story many times, I share it every year during Valentine's Week in tribute to the greatest, most wonderful woman I know...
A Special Love Story
Her family had come to America from Sweden. She had a typical Scandinavian look... Long blond hair; blue eyes; long slender legs; soft, blemish-free skin. She was gorgeous - she was beautiful. In fact, a professional international photographer in her hometown thought she was so pretty that he used a photograph of her to advertise his business.
But that was not her real beauty.
She was raised by some wonderful Christian parents and had become a Christian at an early age. Integrity, honesty and sweetness were just a few of her characteristics. In fact, at her engagement party, her sister, who knew her better than anyone, said that she had never heard her tell a lie. All of her friends said the same thing about her: She was the sweetest girl they knew. She would never speak a harsh word about anyone. Everyone loved to be around her.
A young man she met in her freshman year started dating her and fell in love with her - both her exterior photographic beauty and the wonderful godly character of her inward beauty. She fell in love with him and they spent every free moment they could with each other over the next four years. They were committed to each other and they believed in waiting long before the "True Love Waits" Campaign ever existed.
One week after they graduated from college, they were married. They loved each other's company. They would walk together, exercise together, go on bike rides together, chaperone youth trips together - go to movies, watch TV, eat pizza, travel - all the things any normal couple would love to do together. They were so much in love.
She taught school for a year and then became a bookkeeper for a surgical supply company. One day, while she was working, for no apparent reason, she lost her balance and fell on the floor. She was later able to get up and went to see a doctor that night. He set her up to see a Neurologist.
The following day, it happened again. For no apparent reason, she lost her balance and fell. This time, though, she couldn't get up. She had lost all feeling in her legs. They wouldn't move. Her husband, had to come to the office and pick her up in his arms and carry her to the hospital. After six days in the hospital, the doctor gave this beautiful, active young lady the dreadful news. She had Multiple Sclerosis and she would continue to deteriorate.
This young couple, who had now been married only 18 months - who loved to go everywhere together and do everything together - would now face some new challenges. All their future plans would change, everyday life would change. They would change.
For the next 30 years, this young lady did deteriorate. She had to take steroids (not the kind athletes use, but anti-inflammatory steroids). Her bones became brittle, breaking easily. Her face became puffy and bloated and she could not even put on make-up. Her body was a mess. She went from a walker, to an electric scooter, to a wheelchair. She could no longer feed herself, write her name, or control her own bodily functions. She now had to have someone stay with her 24 hours a day.
If that couple had not had the kind of committed love that's based first on a personal relationship and a commitment to Jesus Christ and second, on a love that's based on a commitment to each other, the marriage never would have lasted. In fact, a large percentage of the marriages where a spouse has MS, the other spouse leaves them. The other spouse won't stay committed to the constant care and the continual physical, psychological and mental changes that continue to occur.
Please hear me carefully - those two people are not heroes. They are not super-saints or super-Christians. They will be the first to tell you that they are not super Christians. Those two people are normal, ordinary people, empowered by the Love of God and a love for each other, to do what the world considers beyond normal and extraordinary.
I know this for a fact - because that woman, that beautiful young lady who will never walk again, who can't even feed herself, is Lynda Langerfeld - my wife. She's not a hero. I'm not a hero. We're children of God, doing what the children of God are supposed to do. Doing what His children are called to do. Doing what God expects of every man and every woman who make a vow before God on their wedding day.
Quite often, Hollywood will portray a "hero" sacrificing his life for his "heroine" in a film. In the world's eyes, he's a hero. In God's eyes, he's an ordinary man making an extraordinary sacrifice that every Christian who's committed to his spouse ought to make. Sacrificial, Committed Love is the rule, not the exception. We're not super-saints, we're not heroes when we're being faithful and committed to our mates. We're doing what God has called every husband and wife to do since the beginning of time.
David Langerfeld
Feb 11, 2009
Although most of you have read this story many times, I share it every year during Valentine's Week in tribute to the greatest, most wonderful woman I know...
A Special Love Story
Her family had come to America from Sweden. She had a typical Scandinavian look... Long blond hair; blue eyes; long slender legs; soft, blemish-free skin. She was gorgeous - she was beautiful. In fact, a professional international photographer in her hometown thought she was so pretty that he used a photograph of her to advertise his business.
But that was not her real beauty.
She was raised by some wonderful Christian parents and had become a Christian at an early age. Integrity, honesty and sweetness were just a few of her characteristics. In fact, at her engagement party, her sister, who knew her better than anyone, said that she had never heard her tell a lie. All of her friends said the same thing about her: She was the sweetest girl they knew. She would never speak a harsh word about anyone. Everyone loved to be around her.
A young man she met in her freshman year started dating her and fell in love with her - both her exterior photographic beauty and the wonderful godly character of her inward beauty. She fell in love with him and they spent every free moment they could with each other over the next four years. They were committed to each other and they believed in waiting long before the "True Love Waits" Campaign ever existed.
One week after they graduated from college, they were married. They loved each other's company. They would walk together, exercise together, go on bike rides together, chaperone youth trips together - go to movies, watch TV, eat pizza, travel - all the things any normal couple would love to do together. They were so much in love.
She taught school for a year and then became a bookkeeper for a surgical supply company. One day, while she was working, for no apparent reason, she lost her balance and fell on the floor. She was later able to get up and went to see a doctor that night. He set her up to see a Neurologist.
The following day, it happened again. For no apparent reason, she lost her balance and fell. This time, though, she couldn't get up. She had lost all feeling in her legs. They wouldn't move. Her husband, had to come to the office and pick her up in his arms and carry her to the hospital. After six days in the hospital, the doctor gave this beautiful, active young lady the dreadful news. She had Multiple Sclerosis and she would continue to deteriorate.
This young couple, who had now been married only 18 months - who loved to go everywhere together and do everything together - would now face some new challenges. All their future plans would change, everyday life would change. They would change.
For the next 30 years, this young lady did deteriorate. She had to take steroids (not the kind athletes use, but anti-inflammatory steroids). Her bones became brittle, breaking easily. Her face became puffy and bloated and she could not even put on make-up. Her body was a mess. She went from a walker, to an electric scooter, to a wheelchair. She could no longer feed herself, write her name, or control her own bodily functions. She now had to have someone stay with her 24 hours a day.
If that couple had not had the kind of committed love that's based first on a personal relationship and a commitment to Jesus Christ and second, on a love that's based on a commitment to each other, the marriage never would have lasted. In fact, a large percentage of the marriages where a spouse has MS, the other spouse leaves them. The other spouse won't stay committed to the constant care and the continual physical, psychological and mental changes that continue to occur.
Please hear me carefully - those two people are not heroes. They are not super-saints or super-Christians. They will be the first to tell you that they are not super Christians. Those two people are normal, ordinary people, empowered by the Love of God and a love for each other, to do what the world considers beyond normal and extraordinary.
I know this for a fact - because that woman, that beautiful young lady who will never walk again, who can't even feed herself, is Lynda Langerfeld - my wife. She's not a hero. I'm not a hero. We're children of God, doing what the children of God are supposed to do. Doing what His children are called to do. Doing what God expects of every man and every woman who make a vow before God on their wedding day.
Quite often, Hollywood will portray a "hero" sacrificing his life for his "heroine" in a film. In the world's eyes, he's a hero. In God's eyes, he's an ordinary man making an extraordinary sacrifice that every Christian who's committed to his spouse ought to make. Sacrificial, Committed Love is the rule, not the exception. We're not super-saints, we're not heroes when we're being faithful and committed to our mates. We're doing what God has called every husband and wife to do since the beginning of time.
(c) 2002
David Langerfeld
dlangerfeld@HarrisburgBaptist.org
http://www.harrisburgonline.org/
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David Langerfeld
dlangerfeld@HarrisburgBaptist.org
http://www.harrisburgonline.org/
Permission to distribute this article via email or individual copies is automatically granted on the condition it will be used for non-commercial purposes and will not be sold.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Male assertiveness
A mild-mannered man was tired of being bossed around by his wife so he went to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist said he needed to build his self-esteem, and so gave him a book on assertiveness, which he read on the way home.
He had finished the book by the time he reached his house.
The man stormed into the house and walked 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're 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?"
"The funeral director," said his wife.
He had finished the book by the time he reached his house.
The man stormed into the house and walked 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're 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?"
"The funeral director," said his wife.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
What the world has come to
Some guy bought a new fridge for his house. To get rid of his old fridge, he put it in his front yard and hung a sign on it saying: ‘Free to good home. You want it, you take it.’ For three days the fridge sat there without even one person looking twice at it. He eventually decided that people were too un-trusting of this deal.
It looked too good to be true, so he changed the sign to read: ‘Fridge for sale $50.’
The next day someone stole it!
I found this over at www.bloggled.com/blog/
It looked too good to be true, so he changed the sign to read: ‘Fridge for sale $50.’
The next day someone stole it!
I found this over at www.bloggled.com/blog/
Friday, February 6, 2009
My Mother
One of the many things I do is keep the e-mail address list up to date for my Sunday School class. If anything needs to be sent out to an individual or as a whole I can do it. Most of the time it is a prayer request. We have a really large ladies class & we consider ourselves Prayer Warriors. Prayer is something my whole class takes very much to heart. We know without a doubt that the Lord is who you turn to for the answer to any problem you could ever have. Of all the prayer request I send out, today's to my class was for my mother. Here is what it said.
I have sent prayer request for different people but now this one is mine.
My mother (Catherine Adkins-64 years old) had been sick for a few days. She was thinking flu. She had a doctor’s appointment today. I have had my own prayer for some time that she along with my sister would give up smoking. The doctor informs her today if she does not that she will have to start breathing treatments. Her lungs after smoking for so long have become weak. My mother is now willing to lay her cigarettes on the altar & leave it to God to help her. Along with His help she thinks she can kick the habit. She has smoked for at least 48 years, give or take a few years of trying to kick it.
Please put my mother in your prayers for her to be able to QUIT for good.
My sister has yet to get a bad report but throw in a few words for my sister to be convicted to lay hers down.
My mother’s husband (Homer Adkins) had also been sick so they made double appointments & he was seen also. He is prone to get pneumonia really easy but the doctor says it is just a cold. Stay in, take some meds & he should be feeling better in a few days.
I will keep you updated a little later on of her progress.
The Lord is blessing us with a beautiful weekend so that should help matters.
If you have any words of encouragement my mother would love to have you e-mail her.
Leave your words under my comment section & she will read them here.
My mother (Catherine Adkins-64 years old) had been sick for a few days. She was thinking flu. She had a doctor’s appointment today. I have had my own prayer for some time that she along with my sister would give up smoking. The doctor informs her today if she does not that she will have to start breathing treatments. Her lungs after smoking for so long have become weak. My mother is now willing to lay her cigarettes on the altar & leave it to God to help her. Along with His help she thinks she can kick the habit. She has smoked for at least 48 years, give or take a few years of trying to kick it.
Please put my mother in your prayers for her to be able to QUIT for good.
My sister has yet to get a bad report but throw in a few words for my sister to be convicted to lay hers down.
My mother’s husband (Homer Adkins) had also been sick so they made double appointments & he was seen also. He is prone to get pneumonia really easy but the doctor says it is just a cold. Stay in, take some meds & he should be feeling better in a few days.
I will keep you updated a little later on of her progress.
The Lord is blessing us with a beautiful weekend so that should help matters.
If you have any words of encouragement my mother would love to have you e-mail her.
The Elephant Story
As an Alabama fan or Bama for short I had often wondered how the mascot of an elephant came about. While stalking blogs today one took me to the Bama site.
Isn't it nice for any questions you have you can find the answer at your fingertips.
The Elephant Story
The story of how Alabama became associated with the "elephant" goes back to the 1930 season when Coach Wallace Wade had assembled a great football team.
On October 8, 1930, sports writer Everett Strupper of the Atlanta Journal wrote a story of the Alabama-Mississippi game he had witnessed in Tuscaloosa four days earlier. Strupper wrote, "That Alabama team of 1930 is a typical Wade machine, powerful, big, tough, fast, aggressive, well-schooled in fundamentals, and the best blocking team for this early in the season that I have ever seen. When those big brutes hit you I mean you go down and stay down, often for an additional two minutes.
"Coach Wade started his second team that was plenty big and they went right to their knitting scoring a touchdown in the first quarter against one of the best fighting small lines that I have seen. For Ole Miss was truly battling the big boys for every inch of ground.
"At the end of the quarter, the earth started to tremble, there was a distant rumble that continued to grow. Some excited fan in the stands bellowed, 'Hold your horses, the elephants are coming,' and out stamped this Alabama varsity.
"It was the first time that I had seen it and the size of the entire eleven nearly knocked me cold, men that I had seen play last year looking like they had nearly doubled in size."
Strupper and other writers continued to refer to the Alabama linemen as "Red Elephants," the color referring to the crimson jerseys.
The 1930 team posted an overall 10-0 record. It shut out eight opponents and allowed only 13 points all season while scoring 217. The "Red Elephants" rolled over Washington State 24-0 in the Rose Bowl and were declared National Champions.
The story of how Alabama became associated with the "elephant" goes back to the 1930 season when Coach Wallace Wade had assembled a great football team.
On October 8, 1930, sports writer Everett Strupper of the Atlanta Journal wrote a story of the Alabama-Mississippi game he had witnessed in Tuscaloosa four days earlier. Strupper wrote, "That Alabama team of 1930 is a typical Wade machine, powerful, big, tough, fast, aggressive, well-schooled in fundamentals, and the best blocking team for this early in the season that I have ever seen. When those big brutes hit you I mean you go down and stay down, often for an additional two minutes.
"Coach Wade started his second team that was plenty big and they went right to their knitting scoring a touchdown in the first quarter against one of the best fighting small lines that I have seen. For Ole Miss was truly battling the big boys for every inch of ground.
"At the end of the quarter, the earth started to tremble, there was a distant rumble that continued to grow. Some excited fan in the stands bellowed, 'Hold your horses, the elephants are coming,' and out stamped this Alabama varsity.
"It was the first time that I had seen it and the size of the entire eleven nearly knocked me cold, men that I had seen play last year looking like they had nearly doubled in size."
Strupper and other writers continued to refer to the Alabama linemen as "Red Elephants," the color referring to the crimson jerseys.
The 1930 team posted an overall 10-0 record. It shut out eight opponents and allowed only 13 points all season while scoring 217. The "Red Elephants" rolled over Washington State 24-0 in the Rose Bowl and were declared National Champions.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
National Signing Day
Oh how I love my talented family. My sister sent me an e-mail about her granddaughter. AKA my great-neice. We sure do have some talent running through our blood line.
"Our granddaughter, Hayley Alden, was all over the news in South Bend today, along with many of her fellow players from Penn H.S., and signed to play soccer at Indiana State next fall. We are really proud of her for her achievements especially this yr. She has been awarded sport and academic awards.
Click on her name (about 6 down) and the video should come up on the right of your screen."
Follow this link..........
National Signing Day: A look at where local athletes are headed
"Our granddaughter, Hayley Alden, was all over the news in South Bend today, along with many of her fellow players from Penn H.S., and signed to play soccer at Indiana State next fall. We are really proud of her for her achievements especially this yr. She has been awarded sport and academic awards.
Click on her name (about 6 down) and the video should come up on the right of your screen."
Follow this link..........
National Signing Day: A look at where local athletes are headed
Sickness & Buses
I have gotten so far behind on the day to day stuff. I have a blog post setting in my draft folder. I need to get it out & post it about our....hold your breath......Christmas.
I have been home all day with a sick child. My youngest son has been bothered with sinus/allergy stuff for some time. We have gone to the doctor about it several times but then after awhile it is back. Just now he ran through the house full speed. But in the morning he will be deathly ill for school. I picked him up from school yesterday. I had bible study at church yesterday morning & errands to do to get ready for my kindergarten class at church last night. I was headed toward Wally World & caller ID on my cell phone showed the school. I should have known....sick. They thought it looked like PINK EYE. I went to get him, shot to Wally World real quick, got home, put medicine in him, got my lesson ready, went back to church & finally back home to rest & eat. In all this I wasn't being totally inconsiderate. It was not pink eye. I won't go in to nasty detail but all the signs were not there. He got up this morning & just the allergy stuff was there.
On top of all the sick stuff today my oldest son did go to school. He rides the bus home in the afternoons. Well the time came & went for him to be home. OH NO was I suppose to pick him up from school late. I did it again. I need to write these things down. Just kidding I did not forget him. The bus was late. Finally after walking the floor & standing outside willing the bus to come it didn't. I called the bus garage & guess what...they close early. Does that make sense? Buses are running & the office closes. I left a somewhat angry message. I am sure no one calls me back. I called the school & they knew right off what I needed. The bus driver had become sick & they had to double up on a bus. It took him 2 hours past his regular time to get home. He came through the door at around 5:25 PM. School is out at 3:oo pm. I guess the reason I am so upset is I have been having several several problems with this route. It seems no one there wants to fix the problem. To beat it all the bus driver was not even familiar with the area & kept getting lost. She was taking directions from the students & they didn't even know where to go. Now wasn't that just perfect.
Well he is home safe & sound. My sickly child is off in the house watching cartoons probably on my unmade bed & I am about to go hunt for food in the pantry to feed them. Jeff is traveling this week so we have been on a very flexible schedule for meals.
I have been home all day with a sick child. My youngest son has been bothered with sinus/allergy stuff for some time. We have gone to the doctor about it several times but then after awhile it is back. Just now he ran through the house full speed. But in the morning he will be deathly ill for school. I picked him up from school yesterday. I had bible study at church yesterday morning & errands to do to get ready for my kindergarten class at church last night. I was headed toward Wally World & caller ID on my cell phone showed the school. I should have known....sick. They thought it looked like PINK EYE. I went to get him, shot to Wally World real quick, got home, put medicine in him, got my lesson ready, went back to church & finally back home to rest & eat. In all this I wasn't being totally inconsiderate. It was not pink eye. I won't go in to nasty detail but all the signs were not there. He got up this morning & just the allergy stuff was there.
On top of all the sick stuff today my oldest son did go to school. He rides the bus home in the afternoons. Well the time came & went for him to be home. OH NO was I suppose to pick him up from school late. I did it again. I need to write these things down. Just kidding I did not forget him. The bus was late. Finally after walking the floor & standing outside willing the bus to come it didn't. I called the bus garage & guess what...they close early. Does that make sense? Buses are running & the office closes. I left a somewhat angry message. I am sure no one calls me back. I called the school & they knew right off what I needed. The bus driver had become sick & they had to double up on a bus. It took him 2 hours past his regular time to get home. He came through the door at around 5:25 PM. School is out at 3:oo pm. I guess the reason I am so upset is I have been having several several problems with this route. It seems no one there wants to fix the problem. To beat it all the bus driver was not even familiar with the area & kept getting lost. She was taking directions from the students & they didn't even know where to go. Now wasn't that just perfect.
Well he is home safe & sound. My sickly child is off in the house watching cartoons probably on my unmade bed & I am about to go hunt for food in the pantry to feed them. Jeff is traveling this week so we have been on a very flexible schedule for meals.
Ice at my mom's best friends house
My mother has a really good friend that lives in western Kentucky & they are one of the thousands of families that have been hit hard by the ice storms. Here are a few of the photo's that my mother sent me. On top of all this they have cattle back behind the house at the barn they still have to go out & feed daily. Some friends of theirs have a dairy across the road & I don't know how that is going since they have been without power for some time now. Here is a post of when my mother & I made a trip there awhile back.
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