tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54179056856313557592024-03-18T22:09:18.879-07:00Cross In The RoadCharmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-87893019393272388522011-07-01T23:09:00.000-07:002011-07-02T00:03:46.973-07:00Hi Lord<div align="center" class="yiv167813964MsoNormal" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">~~~Hi Lord ~~~</span></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="yiv167813964MsoNormal" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: 24pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="yiv167813964MsoNormal" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; display: block; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zy76_PIHskE/Tg49Hn6WU5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/FnV0luUPCko/s1600/Cross_and_SunsetRoad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zy76_PIHskE/Tg49Hn6WU5I/AAAAAAAAAB0/FnV0luUPCko/s320/Cross_and_SunsetRoad.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="yiv167813964MsoNormal" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Hi Lord, its me.</span></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="yiv167813964MsoNormal" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />
We are getting older and things are getting bad here.<br />
Gas prices are too high, there are no jobs, food and heating costs are too high.<br />
I know some have taken You out of our schools, government and even<br />
Christmas, but Lord I'm asking You to come back</span></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="yiv167813964MsoNormal" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">and re-bless America .<br />
We really need You!</span></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="yiv167813964MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_3_1309586563935426" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; display: block; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><b id="yui_3_2_0_3_1309586563935423"><i id="yui_3_2_0_3_1309586563935420"><span id="yui_3_2_0_3_1309586563935417" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span id="yui_3_2_0_3_1309586563935414" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">There are more of us who want You than those who don't!<br />
Thank You Lord,<br />
I Love You!</span></span></span></i></b></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-18155535464577735682009-11-11T14:55:00.000-08:002011-07-01T09:30:59.790-07:00Christmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREG0hs6pCYN_KmKrfOl-VEdADLVO0Q6jq31V0J139EGTbrP62A7H6A4iZCE6mHv-VN3br6LBjfZgQXUrd-ueANh_7D8OZIs8SInYDXEweq45d-mgUu8yF_2BsFgfxFtXmsziUXsTk2h7d/s1600-h/trtkiukukj.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiREG0hs6pCYN_KmKrfOl-VEdADLVO0Q6jq31V0J139EGTbrP62A7H6A4iZCE6mHv-VN3br6LBjfZgQXUrd-ueANh_7D8OZIs8SInYDXEweq45d-mgUu8yF_2BsFgfxFtXmsziUXsTk2h7d/s320/trtkiukukj.gif" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="color: #38761d; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;"> Christmas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: small;">*Twas the month before Christmas*<br />*When all through our land,*<br />*Not a Christian was praying*<br />*Nor taking a stand.*<br />*See the PC Police had taken away,*<br />*The reason for Christmas - no one could say.*<br />*The children were told by their schools not to sing,*<br />*About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.*<br />*It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say*<br />* December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.*<br />*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit*<br />*Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!*<br />*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod*<br />*Something was changing, something quite odd! *<br />*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa*<br />*In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.*<br />*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down*<br />* At Lowe's the word Christmas - was nowhere to be found.*<br />*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears*<br />*You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.*<br />*Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty*<br />*Are words that were used to intimidate me.*<br />*Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen*<br />*On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !*<br />*At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter*<br />*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.*<br />*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith*<br />* Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace*<br />*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded*<br />*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.*<br />*So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'*<br />*Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.*<br />*Choose your words carefully, choose what you say*<br />*Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS ,<br />not Happy Holidays!*<br /><br /><br /> Please, all Christians join together and<br />wish everyone you meet during the<br />holidays a<br />MERRY CHRISTMAS!<br />Christ is The Reason for the Christ-mas Season!</span> </b></span><br /></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-73660201833114075862009-11-04T12:57:00.000-08:002011-07-01T09:30:59.790-07:00Southern Charm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTtTlcrnot-AzihN9Gpxj5SQ1EkeyDUFC8_cOiI-QBlSqhj3-2apJBx4AIZYB1pw_3dySaczEMMWHDRKKdM_mseK8fwp0JPjMEkY4VpMLKapHGqGI4tObagWkXd2hueP9CmoCrPk3xfD7/s1600-h/love00135.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 66px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnTtTlcrnot-AzihN9Gpxj5SQ1EkeyDUFC8_cOiI-QBlSqhj3-2apJBx4AIZYB1pw_3dySaczEMMWHDRKKdM_mseK8fwp0JPjMEkY4VpMLKapHGqGI4tObagWkXd2hueP9CmoCrPk3xfD7/s320/love00135.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400356397067105938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Two informally dressed ladies happened to start up a conversation during an endless wait in the LAX airport.<br /><br />The first lady was an arrogant California woman married to a wealthy man. The second was a well mannered elderly woman from the South. When the conversation centered on whether they had any children, the California woman started by saying, "When my first child was born, my husband built a beautiful mansion for me." The lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?" The first woman continued, "When my second child was born, my husband bought me a beautiful Mercedes-Benz.. Again, the lady from the South commented, "Well, isn't that precious?" The first woman continued boasting, "Then, when my third child was born, my husband bought me this exquisite diamond bracelet. Yet again, the Southern lady commented, "Well, isn't that precious?" The first woman then asked her companion, "What did your husband buy for you when you had your first child?" "My husband sent me to Charm School," declared the Southern lady. "Charm School?" the first woman cried, "Oh, my God! What on earth for?"<br /><br />The Southern lady responded, "Well for example, instead of saying "Who gives a CRAP?" I learned to say, "Well, isn't that precious!"<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-67981725366981986072009-11-04T12:43:00.000-08:002011-07-01T09:30:59.791-07:00We Noticed<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">"WE NOTICED"<br /><br />This was written by Sherry <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hackett</span>, Buddy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hackett's</span> widow.<br /><br />President Obama:<br /><br />Today I read of your administrations' plan to re-define<br />September 11 as a National Service Day. Sir, it's time we<br />had a talk. During your campaign, Americans watched as you made<br />mockery of our tradition of standing and crossing your heart<br />when the Pledge of Allegiance was spoken. You, out of four<br />people on the stage, were the only one not honoring our tradition.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />During one of your many speeches, Americans heard you say<br />that you intended to visit all 57 states. We all know that Islam, not<br />America, has 57 states.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />When President Bush leaned over at Ground Zero and gently<br />placed a flower on the memorial, while you nonchalantly tossed<br />your flower onto the pile without leaning over.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />Every time you apologized to other countries for America 's<br />position on an issue we have wondered why you don't share our<br />pride in this great country. When you have heard foreign<br />leaders berate our country and our beliefs, you have not defended<br />us. In fact, you insulted the British Crown beyond belief.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />When your pastor of 20 years, "God-damned America " and said<br />that 9/11 was America's chickens coming home to roost" and you<br />denied having heard recriminations of that nature, we wondered<br />how that could be. You later disassociated yourself from that church<br />and Pastor Wright because it was politically expedient to do so.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />When you announced that you would transform America , we<br />wondered why. With all her faults, America is the greatest country<br />on earth. Sir, KEEP THIS IN MIND, "if not for America and the<br />people who built her, you wouldn't be sitting in the White House now.<br />" Prior to your election to the highest office in this country, you were a<br />senator from Illinois and from what we can glean from the records<br />available, not a very remarkable one.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />All through your campaign and even now, you have surrounded<br />yourself with individuals who are basically unqualified for the positions<br />for which you appointed them. Worse than that, the majority of them<br />are people who, like you, bear no special allegiance, respect, or<br />affection for this country and her traditions.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />You are 9 months into your term and every morning millions of<br />Americans wake up to a new horror heaped on us by you. You seek<br />to saddle working Americans with a health care/insurance reform<br />package that, along with cap and trade, will bankrupt this nation.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />We seek, by protesting, to let our representatives know that we are<br />not in favor of these crippling expenditures and we are labeled<br />"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">un</span>-American","racist". We wonder how we are supposed to let you<br />know how frustrated we are. You have attempted to make our protests<br />seem isolated and insignificant. Until your appointment, Americans<br />had the right to speak out.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />On September 11, 2001, there were no Republicans or Democrats,<br />only Americans. And we all grieved together and helped each other in<br />whatever way we could. The attack on 9/11 was carried out because<br />we are Americans.<br /><br />And YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />There were many of us who prayed that as a black president you could<br />help unite this nation. In six months you have done more to destroy<br />this nation than the attack on 9/11. You have failed us.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />September 11 is a day of remembrance for all Americans. You propose<br />to make 9/11 a "National Service Day". While we know that you don't<br />share our reverence for 9/11, we pray that history will report your<br />proposal as what it is...a disgrace.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed."<br /><br />You have made a mockery of our Constitution and the office that you<br />hold. You have embarrassed and slighted us in foreign visits and<br />policy.<br /><br />YES, "We noticed.."<br /><br />We have noticed all these things. We will deal with you. When<br />Americans come together again, it will be to remove you from office.<br /><br />Take notice.</span></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-24634276840625750032009-09-25T12:02:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.791-07:00God's Cake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01LQv75prjk5xZ-6Tnr3SAu8UkQTGVbhx_qjN5bCox4ehWNx0mvhiOvesGjswFlaVYNt1ZhBmlmaDKd0QDxknFG4TNctV2KMC74oXdrhrCQa9L4jkGPMCz-fTnefwyE_yIvSBeqlzKCmk/s1600-h/download.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh01LQv75prjk5xZ-6Tnr3SAu8UkQTGVbhx_qjN5bCox4ehWNx0mvhiOvesGjswFlaVYNt1ZhBmlmaDKd0QDxknFG4TNctV2KMC74oXdrhrCQa9L4jkGPMCz-fTnefwyE_yIvSBeqlzKCmk/s320/download.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385483762005565218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">or "Why did God have to do this to me?" </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Here is a wonderful explanation!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">She's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her<br />and her best friend is moving away.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake<br />and asks her daughter if she would like a snack, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.<br />"Yuck!" says her daughter.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">"How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">"Would you like some flour then?<br />Or maybe baking soda?" "Mom, those are all yucky!"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">To which the mother replies:<br />"Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">But when they are put together in the right way,<br />they make a wonderfully delicious cake! "</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">God works the same way. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Many times we wonder why He would let us<br />go through such bad and difficult times. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">But God knows that when He puts these things all in His order,<br />they always work for good! </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">We just have to trust Him and, eventually, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">they will all make something wonderful!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">God is crazy about you. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise every morning.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">He can live anywhere in the universe, and He chose your heart.<br /><br />I hope your day is a piece of cake!!!!<br /></span></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-85927391621903037732009-09-19T07:09:00.000-07:002011-07-02T09:59:44.584-07:00To My Quiet Little Blog Reader<div class="blogContent" id="pBlogBody_382312332"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESzAG1uqpOA/Tg9OdGoBdEI/AAAAAAAAADM/MBJNZsKWYXA/s1600/My+WeeMee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ESzAG1uqpOA/Tg9OdGoBdEI/AAAAAAAAADM/MBJNZsKWYXA/s1600/My+WeeMee.jpg" /></a></div><div class="pic" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #006600; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold;"><br />
</span></div><div class="pic" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #006600; font-size: 21px; font-weight: bold;">Well, come on in!</span></div><div style="color: #006600; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"> I've heard that you were coming again<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> And that you'd look through<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> All of my blogs.<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> I'll let you go alone.<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Though it would be fun<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> To hide and watch you<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Just a little while.<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> You see, my blogs contain<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> A wonderful secret<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> And you don't know it<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Or you may not be here.<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> But, oh, I hope you find<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> And so receive it,<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> And you will leave a note<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Of when and where.<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> So, many times you'll<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Find a certain linkage<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> To Heaven and<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Eternal things.<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> But, most of all,<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> The great thing is the<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Common Denominator<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> That the blogs will bring.<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> It all depends on One,<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> So precious, tender;<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> So merciful, so patient,<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> And so kind.<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> If you're any kind of reader,<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> You'll soon find it.<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> And, may I welcome you<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 130%;"> Back - anytime!</span> </div></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-63405685794190159332009-09-17T13:31:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.791-07:00$20.00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHA_ZrPGRu76-CChqVpO1wkr9TpjVw1DV3XREbH7NN58B7jjUqH_95VP4as45w-k2UBc4PygX-yqvBs3l1dGJC56f0aeLzoEZRQ5Bh5IUHr1yqWxlHNdPpSyqg0u29dQeYS2WuqaAaF_Ym/s1600-h/love00148.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHA_ZrPGRu76-CChqVpO1wkr9TpjVw1DV3XREbH7NN58B7jjUqH_95VP4as45w-k2UBc4PygX-yqvBs3l1dGJC56f0aeLzoEZRQ5Bh5IUHr1yqWxlHNdPpSyqg0u29dQeYS2WuqaAaF_Ym/s320/love00148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382538307364187682" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">$20.00</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" > A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" >"My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. You are special - Don't EVER forget it." </span><br /></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-74706151240671536832009-09-15T18:42:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.791-07:00Patrick Wayne Swayze August 18, 1952 – September 14, 2009Rest In Peace Patrick....We'll Miss You<br /><br /><object height="300" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Y0TWOttkVo&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Y0TWOttkVo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object height="300" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/COo_8wu6sj4&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/COo_8wu6sj4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object height="300" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlvYoD1RXWA&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FlvYoD1RXWA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="425"></embed></object>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-74420158584844731932009-09-14T19:52:00.000-07:002011-07-02T09:57:13.540-07:00Second Glance<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsw1XljQSTpulj8ZwI4pEWNMCc388o317RqDg1HApGhzK9NCfVSb8VcWVYY0KriJnzgpFyaRTbo3BCQkiAAFbG67lWF4-R8f2If2D6av3Bv0SwCcGDdAvMbOWNeAqV98mlRiflmovqXKe/s1600-h/angels_1.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381526100583122594" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCsw1XljQSTpulj8ZwI4pEWNMCc388o317RqDg1HApGhzK9NCfVSb8VcWVYY0KriJnzgpFyaRTbo3BCQkiAAFbG67lWF4-R8f2If2D6av3Bv0SwCcGDdAvMbOWNeAqV98mlRiflmovqXKe/s320/angels_1.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 162px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 158px;" /></a><br />
<div style="color: #663366; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">When will people understand<br />
the faces that they see<br />
on every person they will meet<br />
aren't always what they seem.<br />
Too often people are misjudged<br />
before they have a chance<br />
to show that what's behind the face<br />
deserves a second glance.<br />
Perhaps if we just took the time<br />
to look a little more<br />
we may see that deep inside<br />
and behind another door...<br />
is a gentle heart just waiting<br />
for us to look inside<br />
and see the love that hides behind<br />
the face that does well to hide.<br />
So remember when you meet someone<br />
to take that second glance.<br />
Who knows what treasures you may find<br />
when twice you look again.<br />
<br />
(c) 2000 Charmaine Gladfelter </div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-69351007277753087592009-09-11T21:07:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.792-07:00Let Us Never Forget - 9/11/01<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Darryl Worley - Have You Forgotten</span></span><br /></div><br /><center><div><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="343" width="416"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1a96w_darryl-worley-have-you-forgotten_music"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1a96w_darryl-worley-have-you-forgotten_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="343" width="416"></embed></object><br /><b></b><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alan Jackson - Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning</span><br /><br /><center><br /><object height="360" width="425"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=21518472,t=1,mt=video"><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=21518472,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="360" width="425"></embed></object><br /></center></div></center>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-71271742920640270202009-09-10T16:56:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.792-07:00Prayer For Our Nation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6IxziLIJab0RvkJ06AIF9-FscnN7EU4fLdffayFGbh6FcPX99_0yois1Aw10XtKvZvL_YyyREJJszXMaEjdKidoYeM3SM-FCWWz7zEvSqZREAgAD8bGswklxN-gIFsIcjYxqE7tAaSES/s1600-h/babypraying.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ6IxziLIJab0RvkJ06AIF9-FscnN7EU4fLdffayFGbh6FcPX99_0yois1Aw10XtKvZvL_YyyREJJszXMaEjdKidoYeM3SM-FCWWz7zEvSqZREAgAD8bGswklxN-gIFsIcjYxqE7tAaSES/s320/babypraying.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379992925711232530" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">Our Father, up in Heaven,<br />hear this fervent prayer<br />May the people of all nations<br />be united in thy care.<br /><br />For earth's peace and man's salvation<br />can come only by Thy grace<br />And not through bombs and missiles<br />and our quest for outer space.<br /><br />For until all men recognize<br />that "The Battle is the Lord's"<br />And peace on earth cannot be won<br />with strategy and swords.<br /><br />We will go on vainly fighting,<br />as we have in ages past<br />Finding only empty victories<br />and a peace that cannot last.<br /><br />But we've grown so rich and mighty<br />and so arrogantly strong,<br />We no longer ask in humbleness<br />"God, show us where we're wrong"<br /><br />We have come to trust completely<br />in the power of man-made things,<br />Unmindful of God's mighty power<br />and that He Is "King of Kings"<br /><br />We have turned our eyes away from Him<br />to go our selfish way,<br />And money, power and pleasure<br />are the gods we serve today.<br /><br />And the good green earth God gave us<br />to peacefully enjoy,<br />Through greed and fear and hatred<br />we are seeking to destroy.<br /><br />Oh, Father, up in heaven,<br />stir and wake our sleeping souls,<br />Renew our faith and lift us up<br />and give us higher goals.<br /><br />And grant us heavenly guidance<br />as war threatens us again<br />For, more than guided missiles,<br />all the world needs guided men.<br /><br />- Helen Steiner Rice</div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-26890126014554707162009-09-09T16:29:00.000-07:002011-07-02T09:54:39.660-07:00This Post Is For my Friend Gaia, GBU :-)<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><center><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> <br />
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"><br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> wanted to paint another one.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> to animals.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> things can be the special things in life.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> to and I learned to trust in God.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> meal</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> and take it to a friend who was sick, and I</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> learned that we all have to help take care of each</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> other.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> your time and money to help people who had nothing,</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> and I learned that those who have something should</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> give to those who don't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> care of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> have to take care of what we are given.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> feel good, and I learned that I would have to be</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> responsible when I grow up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> hurt, but it's all right to cry.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> most of</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> productive person when I grow up.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> and wanted to say, 'Thanks for all the things I saw</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> when you thought I wasn't looking.'<br />
</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;">Each of us (parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, teacher</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> or friend) influence the life of a child. How will</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> you touch the life of someone today?</span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'comic sans ms'; font-size: 100%;"></span></div></center>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-89806146952535490642009-09-08T16:39:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.793-07:00What A Wonderful World<object height="300" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_xWqStSnfc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r_xWqStSnfc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="300" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Yeah...ok...so I haven't posted anything on here in about 5 days. I had somewhat of a brain freeze and got sidetracked by the everyday hustle and stress of what we like to call "life". It happens to the best of us right? I sat here for about an hour trying to figure out what my next post would be, trying to get my creative juices flowing. How frustrating it is when you can't think of anything to write. My husband told me "Honey you can be creative and write about anything, your job (yuck), the dogs, your kids, a blog post you saw, a picture, etc." Nothing, absolutely nothing, was igniting my creativity until I went to his blog and watched, for the 10th time, a video of Billy Gilman and this precious, beautiful little girl named Abbey Umali singing What A Wonderful World. This little angel is the Goodwill Ambassador for MDA. Abbey sang that song from the heart and so did Billy. She brought him to tears. It sure humbles me. That amazing little girl has MD and may not live as long as I have but here she sat with that beautiful smile, singing the one song that should make us thankful for everything...even the little things we sometimes overlook. Which got me to thinking...sometimes I let life get me down and I sweat the small stuff. You know the stress I'm talking about, we all deal with it...an unrewarding job or one you hate, not enough money, bosses you want to kick in the knee (lol), rude customers, I could go on and on but you get my point. Then I get home, finally, so relieved, and my husband is happy to see me, tells me he missed me and he loves me, our puppy is ecstatic to see me and won't stop kissing me and trying to eat my face. Then after dinner I come on here and start searching for blogs I've yet to discover. Whew, I'm relaxed and breathing again. Then after a few hours I decide to check out that video on my husband's blog again and see beautiful little Abbey with a smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts and I am humbled all over again. So it got me to thinking that this would be the ideal subject for me to talk about. I decided not to post that video on my blog because my husband already has it posted so I went to Youtube and found a live video that is beautiful too. I sat and watched that and realized everything I have to be thankful for...another day that God has given me breath, my health, my husband and best friend, my wonderful children and grandchildren, my family, the fact that even though I don't always like my job I need to be thankful for it because there are others who haven't worked in months, my puppies who love me no matter what I say or do. We need to be thankful each and every day for everything we have. I can tell you from experience that we could be far worse off because there is always someone somewhere suffering more than we are. I could sit here all night and think of all the things I should be thanking God for. But in the end I'll just say thank you, thank you, thank you Lord, for everything...What A Wonderful World you created for us.Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-50132820811243582392009-09-03T17:50:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.793-07:00Tribute To A Songbird<div style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eva Marie Cassidy</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">(February 2, 1963 – November 2, 1996)<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This post is dedicated to a wonderful and amazing woman with the voice of an angel. She had such a gentle and loving spirit and was loved by many. Her legacy lives on through her music and her voice had and still to this day has the ability to draw you in and capture you heart and soul. She brought beauty to the eyes and ears of anyone she ever encountered. She mesmerized, hypnotized, and painted wonderful and vivid pictures for each listener. Sadly, she would not be properly recognized or honored until after her death. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">There will never be another like her in our lifetime. I know she is singing with the angels. I am forever changed by this beautiful woman and miss her tremendously. She has always had the ability to bring out such emotion in me and bring me to tears! Here are some of my favorite performances by this lovely woman. I know you'll love them as I do!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NL-9JlSCNOQ&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NL-9JlSCNOQ&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVYiM4Fy2X0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVYiM4Fy2X0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WeU9MZc0dGw&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WeU9MZc0dGw&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><center></center></span></div></div><br /><br />Eva Cassidy - What A Wonderful World<center><div><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1z121_eva-cassidy-what-a-wonderful-world_music"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x1z121_eva-cassidy-what-a-wonderful-world_music" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><b><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFFo1pu4q7Q&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFFo1pu4q7Q&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object></b></div></center>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-19791438092820882952009-09-01T18:15:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.793-07:00A Prayer For My Husband<a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfD4FjxBIh3cAw0NRojeziyMxgHG0X-ocm_K9PS6YEdlP6XIVbqwR0HgA_3mLCzZUth7EyAZyWLBtKLqc-Ozag758PQDItPUlFgHzok897AF7T-LVs3YXaXXoyk5kO7aMuRXkgyECeqoV5/s1600-h/blcrossln1.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 31px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfD4FjxBIh3cAw0NRojeziyMxgHG0X-ocm_K9PS6YEdlP6XIVbqwR0HgA_3mLCzZUth7EyAZyWLBtKLqc-Ozag758PQDItPUlFgHzok897AF7T-LVs3YXaXXoyk5kO7aMuRXkgyECeqoV5/s320/blcrossln1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376674705234886786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >On humble knees he prays for me</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >and thanks the Lord for everything.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >Though he has seen love slip away</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >from those he loves, he still smiles today.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >In silent moods, he cries the tears</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >for joy he's found throughout the years.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >Though he has known a hellish life,</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >he whispers such love to me, his wife.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >With prideful heart, he held the world</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >when he held the hands of his little boys & girl.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >Though he has felt the loss of his dreams,</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >he still says they can do anything.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >With sorrow close, he views the news</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >and wonders why so many lose.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >Though he has lost through pain and death,</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >his heart still cares for all the rest.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >Unloveable he's viewed himself;</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >his vanity stored on a shelf.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >Though he's been taken advantage of,</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >his heart is unaltered by Greater love.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >Dear God, in my humility,</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >please open his eyes so he can see,</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >that I'm in awe of what he's done</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >with a broken life, and what he's become.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >For in his eyes, he's unworthy of</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >the blessings born of his woman's love.</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >Please lift him up, and let him know</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:78%;" >he's the greatest man I have ever known.</span><br /></span></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-52809051174849416182009-09-01T17:43:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.793-07:00Enduring Beyond Understanding<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthELze5SL2MTeVIcUh4exlFeTG6YybtqjqngJyNb8nluiSCNTxvvBRiOB1laPdFejxUsmTllyZ9c_RIa2-x6K41uCbtyvcJ4Jdb8AfxDFo5VLwlUDMXGTG6SEAwTMEx_ES9U6HbjyzfbE/s1600-h/9f4a38ce.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgthELze5SL2MTeVIcUh4exlFeTG6YybtqjqngJyNb8nluiSCNTxvvBRiOB1laPdFejxUsmTllyZ9c_RIa2-x6K41uCbtyvcJ4Jdb8AfxDFo5VLwlUDMXGTG6SEAwTMEx_ES9U6HbjyzfbE/s320/9f4a38ce.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376666836222972226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >Whoever said that life is a bed of roses probably didn't warn you about the thorns. Just as we look past the thorns to see the beauty of the voluptuous rose, so must we do in life.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >There are a thousand examples of looking past the pain in order to behold something beautiful, too many to mention! How many times do we endure to reap the rewards? How many times have we given up, only to miss the blessings?</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >I think of the woman, mentioned in the Bible, with the issue of blood. The pain she must have felt, the discouragement and heartache she knew so well. When all odds were against her, she kept pressing on. She knew that Jesus was passing by and she longed to touch the hem of His garment. Her determination to push through the crowd was enough. Her faith was everything. She pressed on until she touched His garment and right then, it happened, her miracle was fulfilled.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >Today we need to pray for that same zeal and determination to press on. It seems as though life throws us so many challenges. Every single day you will hear of someone, somewhere going through something. Or what about in your own life? Are you faced with circumstances that get you down? It may not be a physical challenge, it may be challenges in the home, on the job, within family and friends or a struggle for inner motivation. Whatever it may be, know that you can find your inner strength to press through the crowds that slow you down.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >There are too many biblical examples of children of God pressing through to use all at once. They all have their own story, each one unique. Still, the end results are all the same; They endured until they knew the taste of victory. Healing, triumphs, countless miracles; all came about through faith and perseverance. If they had given up, there would have been no rewards.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >It seems that anything out of the ordinary taps into the doubting Thomas within us, causing us to ask, "Why?" Face it, most of us are analytical people. We want to understand everything. If the answer can't come through reasoning then it's not acceptable in the sight of many. Rather than trusting through faith many of us would rather ignore these things we can't comprehend. It's easier to pass something by than to look beyond what's clearly on the surface.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >Being in ministry, I am faced with the thoughts of, "Why?" quite often. There are many times I want the cold hard facts that can explain why. I want the now yesterday and the tomorrows now! Through God's grace, I am learning to lean not on my own understanding. I am gaining wisdom and learning to see the beauty of God's plan. I can see that His ways are better than my ways.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:georgia;" >When I am bound by the challenges of life, I look through the crowds. If I can just touch the hem of His garment I will know that times of enduring were worth not understanding.</span>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-5001951902088133882009-08-30T07:46:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.793-07:00For Everything There Is A Season<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span mce_="" style="font-family:tahoma,new york,times,serif;"><img style="width: 357px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/5094/images/FE.jpg" mce_src="http://cdn-i.dmdentertainment.com/funpages/cms_content/5094/images/FE.jpg" /></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">For everything there is a season,<br />And a time for every matter under heaven:<br />A time to be born, and a time to die;<br />A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;<br />A time to kill, and a time to heal;<br />A time to break down, and a time to build up;<br />A time to weep, and a time to laugh;<br />A time to mourn, and a time to dance;<br />A time to throw away stones, And a time to gather stones together;<br />A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;<br />A time to seek, and a time to lose;<br />A time to keep, and a time to throw away;<br />A time to tear, and a time to sew;<br />A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;<br />A time to love, and a time to hate,<br />A time for war, and a time for peace.<br /><br />--Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8</span></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-62218895147745954172009-08-30T06:26:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.794-07:00You Are My LifeI got this video from another blog I follow. It is truly beautiful and I love it yet it makes me somewhat sad to see it. This video shows the true childlike quality and love that Michael Jackson had in his heart and was willing to share it with anyone without expecting anything in return. It also shows the love and utter devotion that he had for his children and his family. Rest In Peace Michael, you will truly be missed forever....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><object height="300" width="375"><param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouPX6ZzDHpI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" name="movie"><param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"><param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"><embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ouPX6ZzDHpI&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="300" width="375"></embed></object></center>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-3323742224616194342009-08-29T13:34:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.794-07:00You'll Never Walk Alone - Jerry LewisMy absolute favorite song by my hero!!! God bless you Jerry we love you!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=44982519">Jerry Lewis sings “You’ll Never Walk Alone”</a><br /><object height="300" width="375"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44982519,t=1,mt=video"><embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=44982519,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="300" width="375"></embed></object>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-47809004084821287562009-08-21T19:24:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.794-07:00The Scars of Life<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Some years ago on a hot summer day in South Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.</span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >His father, working in the yard, saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go. A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, 'But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go..'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret. But, some wounds, my friend, are because God has refused to let go. In the midst of your struggle, He's been there holding on to you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >The Scripture teaches that God loves you. You are a child of God . He wants to protect you and provide for you in every way. But sometimes we foolishly wade into dangerous situations, not knowing what lies ahead. The swimming hole of life is filled with peril and we forget that the enemy is waiting to attack. That's when the tug-of-war begins - and if you have the scars of His love on your arms, be very, very grateful. He did not, and will not ever let you go.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Please pass this on to those you love. God has blessed you, so that you can be a blessing to others. You just never know where a person is in their Life, and what they are going through. Never judge another person's scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is so important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Right now, someone needs to know that God loves them, and you love them, too, enough to not let them go.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >Always Tell Your Family And Friends</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" >How Much You Love Them!!!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" > </span><br /></div>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-68817225039332998982009-08-20T15:26:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.794-07:00The Pink Dress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgexayCrQl7JdoBIhNCPpx38OyEkuKSPDBKiWPJ-HciKrqqxmDOJLbpZjyW6j4PC9bBFKVY9gU4RUmvUXukhMEWlTp4jvwXeYARd8G5gWHjKrsT90Au02UUYx4yxIURCw1Ef4AquW34Zs_U/s1600-h/Angelkissingbird.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgexayCrQl7JdoBIhNCPpx38OyEkuKSPDBKiWPJ-HciKrqqxmDOJLbpZjyW6j4PC9bBFKVY9gU4RUmvUXukhMEWlTp4jvwXeYARd8G5gWHjKrsT90Au02UUYx4yxIURCw1Ef4AquW34Zs_U/s320/Angelkissingbird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372185035707427170" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">The Pink Dress</span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >There was this little girl sitting by herself in the park. Everyone passed by her and never stopped to see why she looked so sad.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >She never tried to speak.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >She never said a word.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Today I was to make my own move and walk over to the little girl, for as we all know, a park full of strange people is not a place for young children to play alone. As I got closer I could see the back of the little girl's dress.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >It was grotesquely shaped.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. </span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I smiled to let her know it was okay, I was there to help, to talk.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, “Hello.”</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >The little girl acted shocked, and stammered “Hi” after a long stare into my eyes.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I smiled and she shyly smiled back.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I asked the girl why she was so sad.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >The little girl looked at me with a sad face said, “Because I'm Different.”</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I immediately said, “That you are!” and smiled.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >The little girl acted even sadder and said “I know.”</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > “Little girl,” I said “you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent.”</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >She looked at me and smiled then slowly she got to her feet and said “Really?”</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >“Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all the people walking by.”</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >She nodded her head yes, and smiled.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread then she said “I am.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I'm your guardian angel”, with a twinkle in her eye.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I was speechless, sure I was seeing things.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"> She said “For once you thought of someone other than yourself.</span></span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >My job here is done.”</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I got to my feet and said, “Wait, why did no one stop to help an Angel?”</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >She looked at me, smiled, and said, “You're the only one that could see me,” and then she was gone.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >And with that, my life was changed dramatically.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" >So when you think you're all you have remember, your angel is always watching over you.</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" ><br />Share this with everyone that means anything at all to you.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" >Like the story says, we all need someone....and every one of your friends is an angel in their own way.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic; text-align: left; font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" >The value of a friend is measured in the heart.</span><span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="line-height: 115%; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" >I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always.</span><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <span style="font-size:13;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5417905685631355759.post-64258137984804529242009-08-16T11:47:00.000-07:002011-07-01T09:30:59.794-07:00Mocha Kiss<span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_ABjOEiHCTqtUK_Mw4fMw8shHWBhpxJZqF1OnrR9fB8gNkXocVkVy4RZWbXvGX2ESRRep86rUhY4mHsMe3NKaFxI33lFVLnmTMKgW9K7TJZOzHhiLXL0KUWUrtF0RXGlBiakTk42hxks/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs_ABjOEiHCTqtUK_Mw4fMw8shHWBhpxJZqF1OnrR9fB8gNkXocVkVy4RZWbXvGX2ESRRep86rUhY4mHsMe3NKaFxI33lFVLnmTMKgW9K7TJZOzHhiLXL0KUWUrtF0RXGlBiakTk42hxks/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370635587705067042" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >On Friday we picked up our new puppy and decided to name him Mocha Kiss. He is a male chihuahua and weighs about 1/2 pound. (A monster huh?) He has such a comical personality and he's so laid back as you can see in this picture. He's already stolen our hearts and taken over our household. Alot of people name their chihuahuas Paco, Taco, Pancho etc. but we wanted to name him something that didn't refer to his breed. His name was Tonka until we had him home for a few days and decided with his chocolate color and the fact that he is a licking machine that Mocha Kiss suited him better don't you think?</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFZ5Q3LyNs9Oy-mjB3J0TR9um-PYiIP-8QZ7-k_2glf4HjSZ5sm3bgHh7Bw_pzZ48UXm_sH8WsrfK7X0ZUT78e0DAQV8g44ZmaTzJnmnupdNqyymAIqVNMahAW35UEzy89WslUeyV6UQv/s1600-h/Mocha19.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFZ5Q3LyNs9Oy-mjB3J0TR9um-PYiIP-8QZ7-k_2glf4HjSZ5sm3bgHh7Bw_pzZ48UXm_sH8WsrfK7X0ZUT78e0DAQV8g44ZmaTzJnmnupdNqyymAIqVNMahAW35UEzy89WslUeyV6UQv/s320/Mocha19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640272420949970" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">This is Mocha after his bath. Poor little thing was freezing and kept trying to drink his bath water. I guess his bath tired him out!</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWRSDG6KT5zaLHBTEy8Hp11VT9-0pcIm4nRgJERdXMNBjk7t6SwqkDgFRN_vi_6UFOrjFc5CCwAFqNFaHBm-hnohsicmU-MkEQpXXz0weHi2NLL2fzhFNfhhNp4eTII7TrrzSy9q-tz_N/s1600-h/Daddy+smooching+mocha.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXWRSDG6KT5zaLHBTEy8Hp11VT9-0pcIm4nRgJERdXMNBjk7t6SwqkDgFRN_vi_6UFOrjFc5CCwAFqNFaHBm-hnohsicmU-MkEQpXXz0weHi2NLL2fzhFNfhhNp4eTII7TrrzSy9q-tz_N/s320/Daddy+smooching+mocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370640935837173010" border="0" /></a></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >This is Daddy kissing Mocha. Isn't that sweet? I love this picture!</span>Charmainehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02994773672664539750noreply@blogger.com1