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Posted on 07/23/2004 5:08:48 AM PDT by JustAmy
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Coolbeans.
;~)
Currently wandering about aimlessly.
:)
I'm wandering as I entertain the 4 year old. She likes the music.
LOL!
"Music soothes the savage 4 year old!"
(Well, it'd be true for my family..)
LOL
She isn't exactly a savage but I'm always happy when she quiets down in the evenings.
She went to sleep earlier; I woke her. Otherwise she would be awake until 11:00 tonight.
Speaking of sleep and waking.
I need to go and sleep for a bit myself.
Been havin' too much fun, and that's a sure sign that one should check the time.
*chuckle*
Good luck with the music, soothing, and restful night's sleep.
Thanks for the memories! :-)
Nite, Darks.
Pleasant dreams ..... see ya tomorrow.
I am an American.
My father belongs to the Sons of the Revolution;
My mother, to the Colonial Dames.
One of my ancestors pitched tea overboard in Boston Harbor;
Another stood his ground with Warren;
Another hungered with Washington at Valley Forge.
My forefathers were America in the making:
They spoke in her council halls;
They died on her battlefields;
They commanded her ships;
They cleared her forests.
Dawns reddened and paled.
Staunch hearts of mine beat fast at each new star
In the nation’s flag.
Keen eyes of mine foresaw her greater glory:
The sweep of her seas.
The plenty of her plains.
The man-hives in her billion-wired cities.
Every drop of blood in me holds a heritage of patriotism.
I am proud of my past.
I am an American.
I am an American.
My father was an atom of dust,
My mother a straw in the wind,
To His Serene Majesty.
One of my ancestors died in the mines of Siberia;
Another was crippled for life by twenty blows of the knout;
Another was killed defending his home during the massacres.
The history of my ancestors is a trail of blood
To the palace-gate of the Great White Czar.
But then the dream came-
The dream of America.
In the light of the Liberty torch
The atom of the dust became a man
And the straw in the wind became a woman
For the first time.
“See,” said my father, pointing to the flag that fluttered near,
“That flag of stars and stripes is yours;
It is the emblem of the promised land.
It means, my son, the hope of humanity.
Live for it - die for it!”
Under the open sky of my new country I swore to do so;
And every drop of blood in me will keep that vow.
I am proud of my future.
I am an American.
Elias Liberman
What's up Darks. When these funky time shift/phase anomalies happen I automatically think of you.
I can remember our sorrow, I can remember our laughter;
I know that surely we kissed and cried and ate together;
I remember our places and games, and plans we had -
The little house and how all came to naught -
Remember well:
But I cannot remember our love,
I cannot remember our love.
Helen Hoyt
THE FRIEND WHO JUST STANDS BY
When trouble comes your soul to try,
You love the FRiend who just "stands by."
Perhaps there's nothing (s)he can do -
The thing is strictly up to you;
For there are troubles all your own,
And paths the soul must tread alone;
Times when love cannot smooth the road
Nor friendship lift the heavy load,
But just to know you have a friend
Who will "stand by" until the end,
Whose sympathy through all endures,
Whose warm handclasp is always yours -
It helps, someway, to pull you through,
Although there nothing (s)he can do.
And so with fervent heart you cry,
"God bless the friend who just 'stands by'!"
B.Y. Williams
LOL!Mornin', everybody ! Happy Sunday !
Have a cup while you Freep !
Sometimes I do wonder if these anomalies are, in some small way, 'my fault' so to speak.
"Buy anomaly insurance today! You'll be, if not protected, then at least compensated for suddenly and randomly appearing in the middle of a HUNGRY dino love fest in just your bath robe!"
*sound effect: "AiiiiEEE!"*
"And that's not all, your loved ones will have the peace of mind to know that should the unforeseeable happen and you end up stuck in an endless time loop that you're covered!"
*"I used to worry about random shifts in time, but then I got Anomaly Insurance and I don't worry anymore!" [bigfoot sneaking up behind her]*
Call 1-999-need-help!
/ joke
*slaps self*
See what happens on the weekend for me?
Read: John 9:1-12
Neither this man nor his parents sinned, but that the works of God should be revealed in him. —John 9:3
Bible In One Year: Psalms 37-39; Acts 26
The baby lay critically ill in the hospital, fighting to breathe. He had pneumonia, which made staying alive a struggle for his 8-month-old body. Doctors, nurses, and his family fought to save this weak baby boy.
Some people say he should never have made it to 8 months of age. Others say this precious child should not have been allowed to be born, or that he should have been left to die after he was born.
Why would anyone say this? For one simple reason: Dylan has Down syndrome. Through no fault of his own or of his parents, my great-nephew has an extra chromosome, and he will face some added struggles in his life.
But isn’t his life worth as much as the life of a sick baby with an extra chromosome? Are we not all of equal value in the eyes of our Creator? Aren’t we all deficient in some way? Our lack of perfection should remind us that no one has the right to judge another’s worth.
Our imperfections are opportunities for God to work in our lives. That’s what Jesus told His disciples when they asked why a man had been born blind. He said it happened so that“ the works of God should be revealed in him”(John 9:3).
We’re seeing God work in Dylan’s life. That’s what he’s here for-just like the rest of us. —Dave Branon
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