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09/23/2006 05:08 p.m.
I'm going to glance through my bulletins, and if you've requested to be my friend, but all you're sending is thin disguised marketing pitches, please be understanding when you get deleted. Friends don't do that. I could create a profile that enjoys getting these kinds of bulletins, but the truth is, I would spend no time at it, cause I'm just not interested in it.
Sorry, if you get deleted, maybe you should think about your approach to your friends and if you're making them your marketing target, possibly reconsider.
Just a thought, straight from an aggravating stroll through my bulletin board. Yuck. Can't stand it. My bulletin board is for real friends.
Paige
p.s. Guess that takes me off the market, of the marketeers, lol.
I am currently Pathetic
I am listening to With or Without You
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Mercey Street
09/20/2006 03:48 a.m.
I really didn't want to see his pain, Lord. Now I can sincerely pray. Not with judgement, how in the world could I? I saw his pain. Please heal his pain, Lord. There has not been an enemy made that deserves that. Please grant him peace. Let him be blessed. I hurt him deeply in my anger, you rebuked me with yesterday's admonishment.
"Do not be bitter or angry or mad. Never shout angrily or ***say things to hurt others."*** Eph 4:31.
Well, it just doesn't come any plainer than that does it? And you would have to slam me with it right after you showed me what I didn't want to see. I am so sorry Lord. *** Please forgive me. I didn't know. Please heal Sasha so she won't hurt herself anymore. Please help this family. I'm so sorry.
Thank you for the marvelous gift of sincere prayer for another's well being. I didn't get there on my own. Can't get there from here. Thank you for trusting me enough to reveal these things. Help me live your love especially for my enemies. They are as appointed as the friends. Thank you for my precious friends. Bless Glenda a hundred fold for her love for "her girls". She is Mama G. She has earned this crown that sparkles from a light that is truly her own. Please pour out extra special, hidden back for a special occasion, blessings on her and her family.
I am currently Amazed
I am listening to Angels that don't hush...
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oh phooey
09/20/2006 01:16 a.m.
He just didn't get enough last time. I was polite and politic. He does not realize he's dealing with a mother. A mother, for crying out loud. A riled up and not feeling friendly mother at that. A mother to a son who has no father. Except his father in heaven. I think that should be enough. Ok. With that thought in mind, I must be kind. The kinder I am the more my father can go to bat for me and my son who is also His son. Ok. I'll be kind. I will, even if it kills me. Oh yea, I'm s'posed to pick up my cross and carry it til I die to what I want anyway. Please be patient daddy, when I squirm off the altar. I really don't mean to. I be good! I be good! You better take over, cuz if you don't, I'm not going to be kind. When else is it that it shows your glory, if not with folks that are unkind then? awwwwww.... ok. You deal with this man, Lord. I know how you work, so I'll start praying for him now. Even though, I really really don't want to. arrrrgggg.....
I am currently Loved
I am listening to what my daddy whispers
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Speaking to Mountains
09/15/2006 02:14 p.m.
Speak To Your Mountain
MARK 11:23 NKJ
23 "For assuredly, I say to you, whoever says to this
mountain,
`Be removed and be cast into the sea,' and does not doubt
in
his heart, but believes that those things he says will come
to
pass, he will have whatever he says.
"Talk to mountains? Do you think I'm crazy?"
Jesus talked to things, and taught that "whoever" could
also
speak to mountains.
A mountain is primarily any obstacle that stands in your
way.
Faced with obstacles, most Christians pray to God. But
Jesus
told us to speak directly to the obstacle and tell it to be
removed.
There is nothing wrong with discussing things with God. You
should. But when something is blocking your progress --
Jesus
said YOU should tell it to get out of the way.
Most Christians just speak to God about the mountain,
instead
of following Jesus' directions and speaking directly to the
mountain.
Are you just talking to God about the problems in your
life,
instead of talking directly to the problems and telling
them to
be removed?
MATTHEW 17:20 NKJ
20 So Jesus said to them, "Because of your unbelief; for
assuredly, I say to you, if you have faith as a mustard
seed,
you will say to this mountain, `Move from here to there,'
and
it will move; and nothing will be impossible for you.
According to Jesus, unbelief keeps us from speaking to our
mountains.
What is the mountain in your life? What stands in the way
of
your progress? What holds you back from going forward and
fulfilling God's plan?
Speak God's Word to that mountain!
Speak to the devil and his forces and tell them to get out
of
your affairs.
Speak to sickness and tell it that it can't stay in your
body.
Speak to debt and financial lack and tell them to be
removed
from your life.
Speak to doubt, fear, and worry and tell them to be gone.
If you say, "I just can't believe it would do any good for
me
to talk to problems," that's why you still have them.
Read what Jesus said again, and again.
SAY THIS: I will speak to the mountains that try to hold me
back.
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FEMA Hurricane Preparedness: Drinks for EVERYONE
09/15/2006 12:41 a.m.
MANDATORY EVACUATION
1 1/2 oz. Absolute Ruby Red vodka
1/2 oz. vermouth
Clamato
Prune juice
Combine vodka and vermouth in cocktail glass. Fill remainder of glass
with equal parts Clamato and prune juice. Stir. Drink. Ask next-door
neighbor, whose fichus tree blew over and crashed onto your roof - even
though you'd warned him for months to uproot it - if you can use his
bathroom. Repeat.
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CATEGORY 5
1/2 oz. vodka
1/2 oz. tequila
1/2 oz. rum
1/2 oz. bourbon
1/2 oz. gin
Sweet-and-sour mix
Splash of fruit juice
Combine vodka, tequila, rum, bourbon and gin in a tall glass. Fill
remainder of glass with sweet-and-sour mix and splash of juice. Stir,
then garnish with an inverted drink umbrella. Drink during peak storm
hours, and vow not to believe anyone who tries to tell you the
hurricane
that flooded your garage and destroyed your shed was just a Category 1.
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CONE OF PROBABILITY
1 oz. cinnamon schnapps
1 sugar cone
Pour the schnapps into the sugar cone. Every time you hear a TV
weatherman say, "cone of probability," bite off the end of the cone and
down the shot. If you hear Jim Cantore say it, drink two shots
consecutively. (they should change this to the "Cantore Zone"... damn
him. Have you ever noticed that, despite all the cone of probability
talk, if Cantore is parked in front of your house your ass is toast?)
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FEEDER BAND
2 oz. Midori
2 oz. rum
1 scoop vanilla ice cream
After your home loses power, combine Midori and rum in a cocktail
glass.
Add a scoop of the vanilla ice cream that is melting in your freezer.
Stir, and drink through a straw.
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BEACH EROSION
1 1/2 oz. Goldschläger
1 1/2 oz. apple brandy
1 pack Sugar in the Raw
Combine Goldschläger, apple brandy and sugar in cocktail glass. As you
drink, seriously contemplate moving your Yankee ass back to New Jersey
where it belongs.
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DOWNED POWER LINE
1- 1/2 oz. rum
5 oz. Jolt Cola
Combine ingredients in a cocktail glass. Drink while trying to figure
out how the heck you're supposed to go two freakin' weeks without
television and AC.
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FLOOD ZONE
2 oz. Kahlúa
2 oz. Baileys Irish cream
4 oz. rum
Serve in a 6-ounce glass and laugh-cry deliriously as the mess spills
all over the countertop.
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COLD SHOWER
2 oz. Blue Aftershock
4 oz. Sprite
Combine in a cocktail glass with crushed ice you received after waiting
in line for three hours at a mall parking lot. Take a deep breath, sip
and scream like a little girl when the cold beverage hits your tongue.
Repeat.
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LOOTERS WILL BE SHOT
1 oz. Jack Daniel's
Splash of sarsaparilla
Rock salt
Load both barrels of a shotgun with rock salt. Climb to the roof of
your
house with gun, bottle of Jack Daniel's and can of sarsaparilla. Fill
shot glass with Jack and splash of sarsaparilla. Watch for looters.
When
you spot one, blast his ass with rock salt. Drink shot. Repeat.
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THE CHAIN SAW
1 oz. Goldschläger
1 oz. Rumplemintz
3 oz. Jim Beam
Splash of vermouth
Combine Goldschläger, Rumplemintz and Jim Beam in an empty soup can.
Add
splash of vermouth. Drink. Remove chain saw from garage and attempt to
cut up fallen tree limbs in yard. Ask neighbor to drive you to hospital
when it all goes horribly wrong.
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FOUR-WAY STOP
1- 1/2 oz. vodka
1- 1/2 oz. vodka and Midori
1- 1/2 oz. vodka and Galliano
1- 1/2 oz. vodka and grenadine
Pour each ingredient into a separate shot glass. Serve one to yourself
and three other people. The person with the clear shot of vodka drinks
first. The person to his right drinks the Midori shot, and so on. If
somebody drinks out of order, develop a quick case of road rage and
beat
the living crap out of him.
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BLUE TARP
1 1/2 oz. Curacao
2 oz. pineapple juice
Splash of lime
Combine ingredients in a leaky paper cup and serve. Wait six to eight
months for someone to repair the cup. If you're impatient, hire an
unlicensed, out-of-state contractor to do the job for an exorbitant sum
and pray he doesn't hurt himself in the process.
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FEMA FIZZLE
1 oz. Southern Comfort
2 oz. sloe gin
Tonic water
One week after the storm has passed and your neighborhood is still in
ruins with no sign of help on the way, combine Southern Comfort and gin
in a cocktail glass. Fill remainder with tonic and add a dash of
Angostura bitters. Serve with a nut brownie. Before drinking, raise the
glass and say the toast, "Doing a helluva job Brownie"
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Just another one of those anonymous jewels Katrina wrote!
I am currently Boisterous
I am listening to The sounds of the Well Employed
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I blew it
09/11/2006 05:32 a.m.
Well, I blew it. I blew it big. This is utter and complete failure at walking in any semblance of the Christian faith. I was cuttingly accurate, as was attested to by the victim, taken with great grace, I must say. That’s it. I’ve blown it. It started with Nathan. But, of course, it didn’t end there, it had to stop with his father. Part of me still chuckles in evil glee. I am sorry. I do not do well when bigoted. Never have. That apparently has not changed. Just been awhile since it was put to the test. I don’t take it well at all. Never have. I am appalled. I am appalling. Good thing I have a savior that is perfect and never failed in any relationship to always do and say the right thing. So, here I am back at the original starting place. I still need a savior. I am not Him. I definitely need Him. I took such delight in cutting this man to shreds. I’m sorry Lord, this is one sin, I enjoyed to the utmost. Yet, I cried bitterly soon after. I love Alex and Zane. How dare he? Am I such an alien to the society I live in that I see the need in these boys? I can see past the list of sins listed in order to vindicate bigotry. I’ve spent time with these kids, they’re great. Sure absolutely, they need some things straightened out. Will that come about by the people most able to see the need, listing and pointing at and walk away untouched at such a glaring need of true caring? Why can’t you look deeper than that? There is talent in these children. I’ve seen it. There is such a hunger in these boys for somebody to look them in the eye, and just tell them they are worth something. And because you’ve spent time in their company enjoying , no, celebrating the uniqueness that is them, give them some hope. Give them a sincere, “You have a purpose and a destiny”. Well, if nothing else, this whole thing, while actually laughable in actuality when dissected, (as I have, repeatedly) it has given me a desire to get more involved with these kids. God knows I feed them and house them all enough. I need to sow the seeds of proactive caring into them. If I don’t, who will? How on earth can I do this? I’m not a male/mentoring person at all. Well, I guess I’m actually going to have to start going hunting and fishing again. I’m just too girly to really get into that.
Ok, so it’s way late and I’m tired of rehashing that wonderfully inspiring conversation. NOT.
Whistles fail
For the male
To capture
Or prevail
“Castles bail”
The reapers rail
“And love so fair”
She wailed
Yellow stalks long
In graying hair
Their Angels decked, they’re
Jeweled diamond jokers;
We’re playing penny ante.
The next deck is a deal
And it’s yours.
I am currently Better
I am listening to Crickets
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Mississippi Moon Pies
09/09/2006 04:14 a.m.
My world has been turned upside down
I’m in love with the teenagers in my locale.
I saw the most precious video tonight.
Steven Spielberg move over! Simpson County Corey should replace you.
Our very own Alex made his film debut
The Magic Dryer set to the right music would make top 20.
Oh my God. His mother would die if she saw this video.
I love it!
Jarrod is forever redeemed because he didn’t star.
The second “Moon Pie” Magic Dryer installment had me in tears.
His mother will die!
She starred and doesn’t even know it.
The doll scene, well, I should bake a cake first.
Lovingly decorate it with 15 black candles, cuz Alex is gonna die.
His mother WILL kill him.
I can’t wait for Chip to see this.
Corey’s gotta burn me a copy.
I’ll even pay the child retail value for this movie.
It’s worth it.
Mendenhall/Magee, Mississippi, YOU ROCK!
Say Hi to everybody, Alex!
Teenagers in Mississippi are SCARY
I am currently Boisterous
I am listening to Big Time
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Little salty assaults workshop
09/02/2006 04:36 p.m.
Moss Point bound to point to the sound
of salty sea breezes and first interractions
of a little salt's first trip through
Katrina ravaged sands to the gulf of a quieted ocean.
Few the takers to observe three trekkers
Pass salt marshes in June's permissive may
to captives take their hearts to salty
Sand, tiny footprints to lead the way
Until the feet touch and feel the sand.
Previously beaches scouted by an older salty's
Piercing eyes of gray reflective in a mighty sun
With gentleness to portray a long life's love
And acclimation of a one so young
to the stern beauties of the ocean.
Powdery sand little feet find strange the feel
So walking between old salty and his little woman
the feet come up in a pair like a stork
til he's carried by his hands
laughter rings and the joy it brings
Pops had to take us by the little reserve where legend shows alligators that ARE NOT to be fed. He and William, of course, go by regularly with burgers for them. I could spend my whole vacation just traveling the back roads looking at the salt marshes. Ocean Springs, the little cross section I saw, is still beautiful despite Katrinas efforts. The sadness still prevails at times and in regions, but nothing like Biloxi/Gulfport. Chip had previously scouted and found us a little beach, just a little stretch with few takers, where we could take Logan. The last trip down, he would have nothing to do with sand at all. Wet or dry. Didn't matter, it was all bad stuff to him, it clings to you in a disgusting manner. This time Pops lifted him onto his shoulders, a freckled and grizzled magic carpet, with little swim trunks sagging so badly we had to laugh at how much he resembles Jamie. My gentle reminder of the possibility of gentle golden showers trickling down his shoulders was met with gruff remonstrations of just how efficiently the salt water would take care of such a possible soiling. Pops is just as much the adoring fool over that child as the rest of us. He's just wonderful. Never fussed or complained the whole trip down and didnt sleep but maybe 1 of the 3 hours.
Pops acclimated his ittle bitty salty in stages. Walked out to hip deep and slowly lowered himself to his knees, letting the swells of the receding tide lap Logan's feet. It didnt take long and he quit drawing them up out of it. Then we walked back into the shallows and while I was chasing a soft shelled crab, he sat down in the sand with logan on his lap. They sat like that for a while, communing with breeze and sea. By this time, Ive found Sebastian with an attitude. Ready to fight til the death of one of us. He was serious about his little beach area. I was an intruder. I had to stop and wonder how much of me he could really see. Or did the only me he was interacting with , which wasnt even me, but a mussel shell, exist only as a diaphanous shadow hanging over the shell of engagement. Was that little shell I held before him all he comprehended of my presence? Is that how my perceptions of God, in respect to his actual presence and person, correspond? God became me today and I became a crab. I could see it all the more plainly when suddenly, he realized he was not defeating me with his aggression and offensive stance, so he burrowed down shallowly with only nervous stemmed eyeball thingys surfacing. The silt settled becomingly. I bury myself when things get a little wild, too. I had to chuckle. Ive twitched my eyes nervously side to side and back and forth, outside my burying too, hoping the big ole bugger will just go away.
Logan decided it's ok to sit in sand if you're scooping it to build with. Pops scooped out a pond complete with little minnows and made Castle ScoopLesFille. I found several mussel shells and brought him two that looked like canoes, shallow so they would float on his ponder moat. He decided that salty, wet, sand is ok. It even has usefulness.
The trip back across the dry sand did not see little Logan foot prints. The first step off the damp into a drift of high and dry had an immediate uncontrollable reflex. He drew both legs up higher than a stork. We continued to carry by the hands wed previously just been holding for about 7 steps before realizing our cajoling to put his feet down and walk were not going to be heeded at all. Back up on Pops the magic carpet.
His sun kissed me with shades rosy and golden
I am currently Reflective
I am listening to Teletubbies
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But by the grace of God
08/29/2006 11:35 a.m.
Be Who You Are
1 CORINTHIANS 15:10 NIV
10 But by the grace of God I am what I am....
ROMANS 12:2 Wuest, An Expanded Translation
2 And stop assuming an outward expression that does not
come
from within you and is not representative of what you are
in
your inner being but is patterned after this age; but
change
your outward expression to one that comes from within and
is
representative of your inner being, by the renewing of your
mind, resulting in your putting to the test what is the
will of
God, the good and well-pleasing and complete will, and
having
found that it meets specifications, place your approval
upon it.
God is a brilliant Creator. He only makes originals -- not
copies. According to Ephesians 2:10, you are God's work of
art.
God made you unique. So be all that God created you to be.
Don't try to be someone else. Don't try to be an ear in the
Body of Christ, if God made you a foot. Just be yourself.
This does not mean that you cannot improve, or grow. Growth
is
part of God's plan. And we can certainly learn from others,
and
imitate excellent actions and attitudes.
But too many people are insecure and hope to gain
acceptance
from others by conforming to what they think will make them
popular or successful -- even though they hate it and know
they
are not being real.
ROMANS 12:2 Phillips
2 Don't let the world around you squeeze you into its own
mould....
Don't let the world pressure you into conforming.
Express the originality that God put within you. God made
you
the way you are for a purpose -- His purpose.
This is not to encourage rebellion, of course. But it is
not
God's plan for us all to be identical and do everything in
the
same way.
I am not saying you have to try to be different. Just be
who
God made you -- without fear.
Not everyone may like you, or what you do. But that is
normal.
You can't always please everyone. Make it your aim to
please
God by expressing what He made you.
ROMANS 12:2 NLT
2 Don't copy the behavior and customs of this world, but
let
God transform you into a new person by changing the way you
think. Then you will know what God wants you to do, and you
will know how good and pleasing and perfect his will really
is.
The Bible reveals many truths about who we are once we
receive
Jesus Christ. We actually receive new life, a new standing
with
God, and new ability. As you feed the Word of God into your
thinking, that new life will be able to manifest more and
more.
SAY THIS: I am what I am by the grace of God. I will be
what
God made me and fulfil His plan for me.
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You would think
08/28/2006 11:40 p.m.
with the quantity of spiderwebs that TAKE OVER my garage at night, stealthily, would not allow ONE MOSQUITO to escape. But, oh no. Not even. There has to be one pesky. Right in my kitchen. scratch. scratch.scratch. scratch.itch. itch. pesky. hate em.
scratch. scratch.
I am currently Bothered
I am listening to Hang Around Here (On Repeat loudly) *_*
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