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AMERICA - The Right Way!! (WEEKEND EDITION: Days 868 and 869) [Remember the Trade Center!!]
Various News Sources and FReepers
| June 7, 2003
| All of Us
Posted on 06/07/2003 4:49:47 AM PDT by Chairman_December_19th_Society
We will not tire, we will not falter, and we will not fail!
Good Morning!!
Do not let the victims of the attacks on New York and Washington, nor the brave members of our Nation's military who have given their lives to protect our freedom, die in vain!!
A 4.5 magnitude quake struck in western Kentucky.
GAG ALERT - A&E has announced plans for a movie about 97's life in the White House: A fair and balanced personal history. Wonder if we'll learn about the billing records or Vince Foster.
However, Fox News polling has shown that, in a hypothetical matchup, President Bush would trounce UOx42 by 21 points.
For AMERICA - The Right Way, I remain yours in the Cause, the Chairman.
TOPICS: AMERICA - The Right Way!!
KEYWORDS: atrw; letsroll
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To: Iowa Granny; Guenevere; Miss Marple; MozartLover; All
glug .... glug ....glug...glug...
We've had a real toad choker, here in Illinois! Ack! After nearly drowning, I am, here in Illinois ... which is zoned 5 .... as is your spot in Indiana, Miss Marple ....
Iowa Granny .... I promised you I would give you the verses to the first song I heard in my new church .... I am happy to do so now ... though the words sound a bit sappy without the music ... even as they fed a hungry heart ....;
Lord let my heart be good soil, open to the seed of Your Word.
Lord, let my heart be good soil, where love can grow and peace is understood.
When my heart is hard ... break the stone away ...
When my heart is cold, warm it with the day ...
When my heart is lost, lead me on Your way...
Lord, let my heart .... Lord, let my heart, Oh Lord, let my heart be good soil ....
I added emphasis and such ....
Guennie ... I agree with Molly ... I love you travel recollections!
Lavender needs .... lime ... lime and more lime to thrive ...
321
posted on
06/08/2003 7:51:49 PM PDT
by
illstillbe
(In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer)
To: Neets; All
Yikes!
I am
so not happy with your health issues .... moved you to my
front pocket, I did ...
*sigh* I owe so many for so much .... am havin' a hard time figuring out how to catch up .... I'll do it, though .... never doubt it ....
322
posted on
06/08/2003 7:55:49 PM PDT
by
illstillbe
(In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer)
To: Radix
I have taken a good supply of books with me on every excursion. $25 each way in overweight charges to carry my schoolbooks on my last trip. But something like Gastronomique is a very long read, and very heavy.
And, LOL!, out of the 5 large books I took with me, I didn't take Escoffier. And I found I missed it.
I can function without them, but having my ~100 lbs of reference books with me makes me feel more secure in the kitchen. ;>)
Oh, and having McGee's "On Food and Cooking" with me stopped an argument about the delta in boiling point vs. altitude. 1 degree F per 500 ft. At over 6000 ft, water boils at less than 200F, depending on the weather.
/john
To: illstillbe
glug .... glug ....glug...glug... I had an uncle like that.... ;>)
/john
To: JRandomFreeper
I had an uncle like that ....Me too!
He was fun at picnics ... but you could never find him on moving days ... *grins*
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:01:31 PM PDT
by
illstillbe
(In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer)
To: illstillbe
No toad chokers here. There was wave after wave of gentle showers. Not a bit of it went to waste. Just a fine mist. It would move in, mist a bit, then move out. The sun would come out and each blade of grass appeared to be tipped with diamonds. The next thing we knew, it was misting again. The pattern repeated itself throughout the day.
The words to the song are lovely, and so fitting for a farming community like the one I live in. I doubt if the Catholics here could ever learn to sing it, tho. They are spoiled from generations of a hefty choir blaring out from overhead in the choir loft.
After Vatican II, when they really began singing traditional hymns I thought I would loose my mind with their wimpy singing. I was born and raised in the Methodist church, where they KNOW how to belt out a song, with, or without a choir. I literally had to tone down my own voice so it didn't stand out in the congregation.
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:01:52 PM PDT
by
Iowa Granny
(Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste great with Ketchup)
To: illstillbe
The words are beautiful ..... I can imagine the music adding even more meaning.
A gardening question for you ....
..... can you prune things this time of year without hurting them?
We planted something last year (and can't remember the name of it ... *sigh* .... I'm pretty much hopeless as a gardener ..... sorry!) ..... they were supposed to be dwarf or miniature versions but have gotten way too big. They are evergreen, used as foundation plants, and are putting out new growth right now. We care more about shaping the plants than we do about blooms.
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:05:05 PM PDT
by
kayak
(Do not bet against the success of freedom. - GWB 5/9/03)
To: illstillbe
I had an uncle like that .... I did, too and when he was out and about after having done a little glug glug gluging, the police in our little town would close up shop and go home!
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:06:22 PM PDT
by
jtill
(Those who love the Lord never meet for the last time.)
To: Bitwhacker; Neets; Snowtrill
Trill's dog needs only one thing: Love and affection.
Wait, that's two things... Love, affection, and constant attention. Just three things... Love, affection, constant attention, and unending patience.
Wait... That's 4 things.. Love, affection, constant attention, unending patience, and someone with which to get rowdy.
Wait... That's.....
ARGH!!!!!!!!!!
Trill has a needy dog. And I'm flying solo here this week. ;>)
/john
To: Iowa Granny
As a former Methodist, I know exactly what you're talking about, though we found out that it depends on the congregation to some extent .... :-)
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:09:25 PM PDT
by
kayak
(Do not bet against the success of freedom. - GWB 5/9/03)
To: JRandomFreeper
Don't forget feeding ..... though I'm sure the dog doesn't let you forget that part .... ;-)
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:10:55 PM PDT
by
kayak
(Do not bet against the success of freedom. - GWB 5/9/03)
To: kayak
How goes things with the family? I don't remember seeing any news about them recently.
/john
To: LionsDaughter
I have a daughter who we named named Elizabeth.
333
posted on
06/08/2003 8:13:01 PM PDT
by
Radix
(The name Elizabeth can be found in the Gospel according to Luke!)
To: kayak
though I'm sure the dog doesn't let you forget that part .Every day at 7pm, she sits in front of the clock and stares mournfully, like I'm not capable of reading a clock. LOL!
/john
To: illstillbe; All
I attended a wonderful Senior Recital this afternoon. Given by a young man I befriended in the county Republican Headquarters during the last elections cycle. He was a high school student and I was asked to coach him, so he could man the headquarters by himself. He turned out to be a real 'keeper'. He spent second semester of his Senior year as a page to the Senate Majority Leader in the Iowa Senate.
His recital was breath taking. Piano, trumpet and voice. He is a tall young man, not overly built, but not slight. He used a mic to sing because his baritone voice is not all that strong, but his notes were true and clear.
The keyboard preformance was absolutely remarkable. His selections were primarily religious with a few classics thrown in for good measure. I have never heard a youngster this age play in such a way.
His mother began his lessons at age 5, and 4 years ago he switched to studying with his grandmother. At the beginning of the recital his grandmother spoke about his talent and drive for perfection.
During the recital, he played several duets, a couple with his mother and another with his sister. This young man has talent ozzing out of his ears, and I'm getting goose bumps on my arms just telling you about it.
After the recital everyone was invited to their farm home, just down the road from the church where the recital was presented, for a reception. Good farm food, fancied up a bit.
I just cannot get over this kid. I've seen him chase pigs around the showring at the County Fair for years. I had no idea of the talent and skill he possesses.
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:16:03 PM PDT
by
Iowa Granny
(Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste great with Ketchup)
To: Iowa Granny
didn't stand out ...Har!
I know what you mean, Iowa Granny .... this new church .... at least new to me ... is wondrous in its *joyful* celebration of our Living Lord.
Coming from a Catholic background ... and leaving so much behind ... including that, maybe ... most likely ... I entered into a new way to worship that day .... truly ... truly led, I will always believe, to this church and these people ... if not forever ... for now ... someday, maybe, I'll tell of it ...
Anyway ... I was greeted with open love and freely given welcomes ... *gleeful* songs ... 'tis a Lutheran church ... uh oh! .... I've joined a Bible study ... they are quite serious ... even as they rejoice in the gifts He has given us all ... while expecting us to spread it about and not make one and all want to jump off the nearest bridge for the sorrow and misery which preceeded us ....
That didn't sound right ... but this has been my reaction .... I am watching ... both the services and myself, if that makes any sense
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:16:04 PM PDT
by
illstillbe
(In the midst of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer)
To: JRandomFreeper
They're doing ok, I guess. Haven't heard from daughter-child lately, which usually means things are ok.
We had a little bit of a scare concerning boy-child this weekend. We got home from shopping yesterday (my new stove will be delivered on Wednesday!) and had a voice mail from him ...... only there was just noise, like voices in the background, rather than a message. We called both his home and his cell phone and got no answer ..... left voice mails in both places. We knew that they had been camping this week and found the whole thing just a wee bit unsettling.
He called this morning and explained what happened. Yesterday he had inadvertantly bumped his cell-phone while it was in his pocket and it speed dialed us. He wasn't even aware of it. They had gone home briefly and he had the tv on while his wife was gathering some things to take back with them. Out in the woods, the cell phone didn't work .... so he didn't get our messages until they got back home this morning. We were glad to hear that all is well with them ..... :-)
337
posted on
06/08/2003 8:21:05 PM PDT
by
kayak
(Do not bet against the success of freedom. - GWB 5/9/03)
To: illstillbe
I surmize these folks don't know about Original Sin. Tsk, Tsk ;~)
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posted on
06/08/2003 8:21:35 PM PDT
by
Iowa Granny
(Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste great with Ketchup)
To: illstillbe
Sorrow is our lot, as humans. Misery is optional. I don't generally suggest that part of the package. ;>)
/john
To: kayak
My 20 y.o. did the same thing while she was at work. I could hear her voice and other voices, but couldn't make out what was going on. It's enough to make a parent concerned. The stress kids put us through.....
/john
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