Posted on 01/29/2002 4:54:29 AM PST by Billie
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Billie, the pics I'm talking about are from a visit to the Wall and you might be able to use them if you do a Viet Nam vet thread sometime. I'll fire them off to you as well.
Gotta run to the sewing machine shop. Getting ready to re-upholster some furniture. My talents are unending. Hmmmm. Maybe I could do some welding on my spine?!? :^)
I bought these coffee flavors to add to my coffee instead of sugar and YUMMY, they are soooo good.I lined them up at the Canteen Bar in case anyone else would like to try them. They are good for lots of things, even on ice cream. tee hee
:)
I hope you recover and feel real good, real soon!
Keep the Faith for Freedom
MAY GOD BLESS AND PROTECT THIS HONORABLE REPUBLIC
Greg
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT LIFE, THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge . . . mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the joy.
GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD:
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.
SUCCESS:
At age 4 success is . . . . not peeing in your pants.
At age 12 success is . . . having friends.
At age 16 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 20 success is . . . having sex.
At age 35 success is . . . having money.
At age 50 success is . . . having money.
At age 60 success is . . . having sex.
At age 70 success is . . . having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is . . . having friends.
At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.
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.
Dressed in a worn pink dress, barefoot and dirty, the girl just sat and watched the people go by. She never tried to speak. She never said a word.
Many people passed by her, but no one would stop.
The next day I decided to go back to the park in curiosity to see if the little girl would still be there.
Yes, she was there, right in the very spot where she was yesterday, and still with the same sad look in her eyes.
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 was grotesquely shaped.
I figured that was the reason people just passed by and made no effort to speak to her.
Deformities are a low blow to our society and, heaven forbid if you make a step toward assisting someone who is different.
As I got closer, the little girl lowered her eyes slightly to avoid my intent stare. As I approached her, I could see the shape of her back more clearly.
She was grotesquely shaped in a humped over form. I smiled to let her know it was OK; I was there to help, to talk.
I sat down beside her and opened with a simple, "Hello."
The little girl acted shocked, and stammered a "hi" after a long stare into my eyes. I smiled and she shyly smiled back.
We talked until darkness fell and the park was completely empty. I asked the girl why she was so sad.
The little girl looked at me with a sad face and said, "Because, I'm different."
I immediately said, "That you are!" and smiled.
The little girl acted even sadder and said, "I know."
"Little girl," I said, "you remind me of an angel, sweet and innocent."
She looked at me and smiled, then slowly she got to her feet and said,
Really?!"
"Yes, you're like a little Guardian Angel sent to watch over all those people walking by."
She nodded her head yes, and smiled.
With that she opened the back of her pink dress and allowed her wings to spread, then she said..........
"I am. I'm your Guardian Angel" with a twinkle in her eye.
I was speechless -- sure I was seeing things.
She said, "For once someone has thought of someone other than themself. My job here is done."
I got to my feet and said, "Wait, why did no one stop to help an angel?"
She looked at me, smiled, and said, "You're the only one who could see me;" and then she was gone !!!
And with that, my life was changed dramatically.
So, when you think you're all you have,remember, your angel is always watching over you.
To all my friends here at FR and the Canteen and the military bases and Marine Corps Leagues lurking .....
Like the story says, we all need someone.
Every one of your friends, everyone of MY friends is an Angel in their own way.
The value of a friend is measured in the heart.
I hope your Guardian Angel watches over you always. 
I love you all dearly.
... and your graphic this morning is especially beautiful. I wanted to ask if you are doing the designing of these, because some have mentioned it, and if you are, we should all know it!
Oh no Billie, I'm just a humble copy and paste graphic person.
May God bless you my friend...
A blonde goes into a store and sees a shiny object on the shelf. She asks the clerk, "What is that shiny object?" The clerk replies, "That is a thermos." The blonde then asks, "What does it do?" The clerk responds, "It keeps hot things hot, and it keeps cold things cold." The blonde says, "Oh! I could use something like that! I'll take it!" The next day, as she walks into work with her new thermos, she spots her boss and shows off her shiny new thermos. "I just got this yesterday, isn't it wonderful. It's a thermos, and it keeps hot things hot and cold things cold." The boss aks, "And what do you have in it?" The blonde replies, "Some coffee and a popsicle."
A blonde with two red ears went to the doctor. She explained, "I was ironing a shirt and the phone rang. Instead of picking up the phone, I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it on my ear." "Oh, dear!" exclaimed the doctor in horror. "But... what happened to your other ear?" The blonde replied, "The jerk called back
A blonde and a brunette are speeding along a highway, and a cop pulls them over. Since the brunette was driving, she starts to get her license out. She says to the blonde, "Are the cop's lights on?" The blonde replies "Yes... no... yes... no... yes..."
A painting contractor was speaking with a woman about her job. In the first room she said she would like a pale blue. The contractor wrote this down and went to the window, opened it, and yelled out "GREEN SIDE UP!" In the second room she told the painter she would like it painted in a soft yellow. He wrote this on his pad, walked to the window, opened it, and yelled "GREEN SIDE UP!" The lady was somewhat curious but she said nothing. In the third room she said she would like it painted a warm rose color. The painter wrote this down, walked to the window, opened it and yelled "GREEN SIDE UP!" The lady then asked him, "Why do you keep yelling 'green side up'?" "I'm sorry," came the reply. "But I have a crew of blondes laying sod across the street
A blonde working in a office is constantly being kidded about how dumb she is; so one evening she goes home and studies a map of the United States. The next day she goes into the office and announces that she knows all 50 states and their capitols. One of her office mates says, "OK, whats the capitol of Wyoming?" and the blonde replies, "W."
A dumb blonde walks into a beauty shop, wearing stereo headphones, and tells the hair consultant that she would like a new hairdo. The hair stylist tells the blonde that she has to take her headphones off. The blonde replies (in Valley Speak), "If I take my headphones off, I'll just die. I'll just die!" Not wishing to lose a client, the hairstylist decides to work around the headphones. While gingerly working with the blonde's hair, the stylist noticed that she fell asleep. The stylist removes the headphones, and tragically, the blonde expires. Her sudeen death remained a mystery until the coroner arrived and listened to the deceased blonde's headphones. From the headphones, the coroner heard "breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out..."
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