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I just resigned my job and I couldn't be happier. I needed to move on and this week I finaly pulled the plug to make it happen. Oh I forgot..... I also got a nice offer from a company that appreciates it's employees and wants them to do well !!!!!! I am as giddy as a school girl. Thank God its over. And I really do mean thank GOD! Bubber
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Thought this was neet! Like a smile from god.
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WHY GOD MADE MOMS Answersgiven by 2nd grade school children to the following questions: Why did God make mothers? 1. She's the only one who knows where the scotch tape is. 2. Mostly to clean the house 3. To help us out when we were getting born. How did God make mothers? 1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us. 2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring. 3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts. What ingredients are mothers made of ? 1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean. 2. They had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use string, I think. Why did God give you your mother and not some other mom? 1. We're related. 2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people's moms like me. What kind of little girl was your mom? 1. My Mom has always been my mom and none of that other stuff. 2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess would be pretty bossy. 3. They say she used to be nice. What did mom need to know about dad before she married him? 1. His last name. 2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer? 3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores? Why did your mom marry your dad? 1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot. 2. She got too old to do anything else with him. 3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap on. Who's the boss at your house? 1. Mom doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a goof ball. 2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed. 3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad. What's the difference between moms & dads? 1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to work at work. 2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them. 3. Dads are taller & stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend's. 4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine. What does your mom do in her spare time? 1. Mothers don't do spare time. 2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long. What would it take to make your mom perfect? 1.. On the inside she's already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery. 2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe blue. If you could change one thing about your mom, what would it be? 1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I'd get rid of that. 2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me. 3 I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head. WHEN YOU STOP LAUGHING -- SEND IT ON TO OTHER MOTHERS, GRADMOTHERS, AUNTS And anyone else who has anything to do with kids or just needs a good laugh
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&n bsp; Prime Minister John Howard - Australia Muslims who want to live under Islamic Sharia law were told on Wednesday to get out of Australia , as the government targeted radicals in a bid to head off potential terror attacks. Separately, Howard angered some Australian Muslims on Wednesday by saying he supported spy agencies monitoring the nation's mosques. Quote: 'IMMIGRANTS, NOT AUSTRALIANS, MUST ADAPT. Take It Or Leave It. I am tired of this nation worrying about whether we are offending some individual or their culture. Since the terrorist attacks on Bali , we have experienced a surge in patriotism by the majority of Australians.' 'This culture has been developed over two centuries of struggles, trials and victories by millions of men and women who have sought freedom' 'We speak mainly ENGLISH, not Spanish, Lebanese, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, or any other language. Therefore, if you wish to become part of our society . Learn the language!' 'Most Australians believe in God. This is not some Christian, right wing, political push, but a fact, because Christian men and women, on Christian principles, founded this nation, and this is clearly documented. It is certainly appropriate to display it on the walls of our schools. If God offends you, then I suggest you consider another part of the world as your new home, because God is part of our culture.' 'We will accept your beliefs, and will not question why. All we ask is that you accept ours, and live in harmony and peaceful enjoyment with us.' 'This is OUR COUNTRY, OUR LAND, and OUR LIFESTYLE, and we will allow you every opportunity to enjoy all this. But once you are done complaining, whining, and griping about Our Flag, Our Pledge, Our Christian beliefs, or Our Way of Life, I highly encourage you take advantage of one other great Australian freedom, 'THE RIGHT TO LEAVE'.' 'If you aren't happy here then LEAVE. We didn't force you to come here. You asked to be here. So accept the country YOU accepted.' :clap2::clap2:
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The World is Mine Today, upon a bus, I saw a very beautiful woman And wished I were as beautiful When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle. She had one leg and wore a crutch. But as she passed, she passed a smile. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two legs; the world is mine. I stopped to buy some candy. The lad who sold it had such charm. I talked with him, he seemed so glad If I were late, it'd do no harm. And as I left, he said to me, "I thank you, you've been so kind. It's nice to talk with folks like you. You see," he said, "I'm blind." Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two eyes; the world is mine. Later while walking down the street, I saw a child I knew. He stood and watched the others play, but he did not know what to do. I stopped a moment and then I said, "Why don't you join them dear?" He looked ahead without a word. I forgot, he couldn't hear. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I have two ears; the world is mine. With feet to take me where I'd go. With eyes to see the sunset's glow. With ears to hear what I'd know. Oh, God, forgive me when I whine. I've been blessed indeed, the world is mine. This morning when I wakened And saw the sun above, I softly said, "Good morning, Lord, Bless everyone I love." And right away I thought of you And said a loving prayer, That He would bless you specially, And keep you free from care. I thought of all the happiness A day could hold in store, I wished it all for you because No one deserves it more. PLEASE SEND THIS TO ANY AND EVERYONE YOU CARE ABOUT, I just did!
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It is my intense desire that all of the folks here have a safe day tomorrow and be mindful of true meaning of sacrifice this Easter. God Bless! If I get this to load..this is me when the bike I'm sitting on was new!
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Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, 'God is good, God is great. Thank You for the food, and I would even thank You more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all! Amen!' Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, 'That's what's wrong with this country. Kids today don't even know how to pray. Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!' Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me, 'Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?' As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job, and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table. He winked at my son and said, 'I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer.' 'Really?' my son asked. 'Cross my heart,' the man replied. Then, in a theatrical whisper, he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), 'Too bad she never asks God for ice cream. A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes.' Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal. My son stared at his for a moment, and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and, without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, 'Here, this is for you. Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already.' The End I love this story! Sometimes, we all need some ice cream. No wonder us Venture Riders love DQ! We know it is good for our soul! I hope God sends you some Ice Cream today!!! Ride Safe to the nearest DQ! Bobbie
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From our house to all of yours. Merry Christmas & A Happy New Year to all. GOD BLESS. Sincerely. Vic & Marilla
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A Baby's Hug We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi." He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby. Hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi" Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's' "pick-me-up" position. Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me." I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a Mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a Child who was not. I felt it was God asking, "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity.. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God we must become as little children." Live Simply - Love Generously - Care Deeply - Speak Kindly - Leave the Rest to God Ride safe, Bobbie
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Condor sent this too me today - and I thought I would share with everyone. A nice touch. A Poem For Thanksgiving Count Your Blessings Count your blessings instead of your crosses; Count your gains instead of your losses. Count your joys instead of your woes; Count your friends instead of your foes. Count your smiles instead of your tears; Count your courage instead of your fears. Count your full years instead of your lean; Count your kind deeds instead of your mean. Count on God instead of yourself. May Your Stuffing Be Tasty, May Your Turkey Be Plump, May Your Potatoes N Gravy Have Not A Lump, May Your Yams Be Delicious, May Your Pies Take The Prize, May Your Thanksgiving Dinner Stay Off Of Your Thighs! AND be ye THANKFUL!!! Happy Thanksgiving!!
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Do you believe in God? You will after this..... http://justkeepfishing.com/Depoestrom.html
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I have to thank the Black Owl Trailer Service. I needed to trailer the bike back from our ride today. It turns out that today was the last ride of the season for us. We are thanking God every minute that it turned out just fine. At one point in our ride we had to pull off the road for an ambulance. There happened to be a very wide crack in the pavement, between the road and shoulder, that the motorcycle tires went into and made me almost lose control of the bike. I got back on the road and all was good (so I thought). About 40 miles later we stopped for food. I was standing back from the bike stretching from our long ride when I noticed a large gash in the sidewall of the rear tire. Upon further inspection I could see that a large hole had been torn though the outer layer of the tire's sidewall and I could see the inner layer of the tire. Had the tire blown out we could have had a severe accident. I called a few family members first and they could not come out to get us. I remembered that I Black Owl's phone number in my phone and I gave him a jingle. It turns out he was just waiting for a reason to go for a long drive. God was watching out for us. On the trip back my wife was saying that she always says a prayer before leaving on a bike trip and today she had forgotten. About half-way through our ride today she remember and prayed. Shortly after that is when the tire was damaged, but held until we stopped and could see it was damaged. It was pure chance that I saw the gash in the tire since most of the rear tire is cover by the rear fender and saddle bags. Only a small portion is visible while standing and looking at the tire. God was watching us. Thank you Russel for the rescue.
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[ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A6VS6qsLJeY]YouTube - Sturgis 2007 Near Deer Hit! Who is the biker?[/ame]
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My Heart Still Weeps Caddy, It's been almost 5 months since you left me And My heart still weeps for you every single day. I know you're in better hands But I miss you in every way. God has called you home earlier than I expected, And the emptiness that is left in my heart Seems as I've been rejected. I thank him for the years that we had But as each day goes by, I seem to ask more questions Even though I shouldn't ask why. I guess it is somewhat human nature Not knowing what life will bring, To ask such selfish questions Trying to reduce the sting. You were a wonderful wife And spoiled me to the max, I'll never begin to forget you As I'm stating just the facts. As I continue life without you And struggle to keep from going insane, You'll never be forgotten And I'm glad you're no longer in pain. They say time will heal But I guess it must take years, Because there are not many days That I don't wipe some tears. I guess that is a type of healing Even though it sounds so weak, I just wish we had another chance That we could hug and speak. You've touched so many lives As you were here on earth, And it saddens me so much That you missed our latest grandchild's birth. I am doing my best To fill MeMe's shoes, And our wonderful grandchildren help me smile When I'm feeling the blues. No one can take your place As a grandmother, mother, or wife, Watch over me, my darling As I try to continue my life. I thank God for giving me The strength to carry on, And you as my Guardian Angel I will never be alone. Family, friends, and VentureRiders Have helped me thru when things were dim, I wish you could've met this group As you would've loved all of them. I know we will see each other again And until that time is at hand, God is carrying me in his arms So there is only one set of footprints in the sand. We, on earth, must keep our faith As life is only a temporary thing, And if our faith is strong enough We will hear the Angels sing!!
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