A place for random thoughts....

yes i was fine just seems to pop in my head when i think about someone :twisted:

 

:roll: is the nicest comment i have for that!

 

I"m almost done working for the day.
I do have to work tomorrow and Monday. :? I havent worked a Saturday in a LONG time. Good thing it's in the afternoon. :lol:

 

:arrow:...I'm going Xmas shopping .. HO! :mrgreen:

 

I'm taking the girls shopping this weekend for all their winter apparel!

I'll have to wait until I get their Xmas list before I can shop for them...he he, plus wait until DH takes a day off during the week, so I can take a day off and go do all my shopping in 1 day! He hates it when I go do the shopping/wrapping and then he is surprised by what the girls get from Santa!:mrgreen:

 

Who you callin HO :lol:

 

I'm ready for some football!! Can't wait, we are suppose to be going to the game tom!

 

I'm ok today :mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen:

Are you? :mrgreen:

 

Just busy. I need a break.

 

This was sent to me in an e-mail thought I would share it. :mrgreen:

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for
mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention, but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick..and I want to buy a miracle."

"I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

"His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head, and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the
rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

" I don't know,"
Tess replied with her eyes welling up. I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."

"How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.

"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly.

"And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. "

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place.

"That surgery," her Mom whispered. "was a real miracle. I wonder how much it woul d have cost?"

Tess smiled. She knew
exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents....plus the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need.

A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law. I know you'll keep the ball moving!

Here it goes. Throw it back to someone who means something to you!

A ball is a circle, no beginning, no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.

Today I pass the friendship ball to you.

Pass it on to someone who is a friend to you.

MY OATH TO YOU...

When you are sad....I will dry your tears.

When you are scared.....I will comfort your fears.

When you are worried.....I will give
you hope.

When you are confused....I will help you cope.

And when you are lost....And can't see the light, I shall be your beacon.....Shining ever so bright.

This is my oath.....I pledge till the end.

Why you may ask?.....Because you're my friend.

Signed: GOD

 

It's about Miller Time folks.

 

Yep.....and the email was great.

 

:mrgreen:

 

Took me a while to read it out loud to my DW and DD, through tears we all enjoyed it. And the message.

I hate quoting fictional characters. Some of them, however, seem to suggest something to which we should aspire.

"Luminous Being are we."

If that is true, and I believe that it is, then we all have a magnificence within ourselves that should be shared.

Let it shine from you this weekend, and your enjoy a safe one.

Blessings!

Carl

 

I wonder where Gas Station Clerk falls in the Most Dangerous Jobs category ... homicide wise ...

 

I heard a story on the radio , it’s be a while now, But I often think about it and how that it touched my heart. It was a hand written letter from a lady in her eighties that resided in a nursing home. I hope that I can remember all the details, at any rate I’ll do the best I can.

The lady writes.
My hands are old, my hands are so very old and ugly. They used to be as smooth as a peach’s skin, but now they feel so rough and so dry. My hands are old and ugly.
My name is Nellie, though no one calls me that any more. The people at the nursing home call me missy or dear. Some even call me Mrs. But they don’t call me Nellie, my name is Nellie. My children come each week they call me Mom or Mother. My grandchildren call me granny, grand mom or even grandmother. But of course they don’t call me by my name. My name is Nellie. I just wanted you to know my name is Nellie, while I can still remember it.
My children and grandchildren all tell me they love me, every time they come. but I’m still so very lonely, no one touches me any more. My husband used to hold my hand as we sat together. But he’s now gone on and is with the Lord. My children once held my hand as we walked along the streets of the town. But I’ve not felt their touch for so very long now. Do you think the reason that they don’t touch me any more is because of my hands. My hands are so old, so very old and ugly.

 

When is it really not a good time for a cold one?

 

Ok?! .... any time now is fine! ...

Waiting for DH to bring home the baco... venison.

 

My belly is growling I want breakfast. mmmmmmm I HOP sounds good maybe cracker barrell.

 

Not one deer yet for us :----( Seen a lot, but no shots. Gun season is in up here now. YEAH!


I've got a roast in the slow cooker. See ya'll I can cook. nannynannybooboosickyourheadindoodoo :mrgreen: