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Posted on 09/01/2011 1:15:08 AM PDT by JustAmy
I can only speak for myself but, I will NEVER forget! The thought of anyone over the age of 15, who is truly an American, can ever forget such a tragedy is beyond my comprehension.
AND, that a STAT is included for those results. I'd not be able to sit still having to wait very long to hear. Last MRI I had it took four weeks for them to get the results to me! I was furious, to say the least!
I will Never Forget.
Good Morning, MEG. Wishing a Blessed Sunday to one and all.
I really appreciate all the beautiful graphics presented on this 10th anniversary of the attacks on the USA.
Though I had no friends or relatives who became victims of the attacks, I did and still do, like everyone here, feel the pain that our beloved country suffered on 9-11.
Father Murphy walks into a pub in Donegal, and says to the first man he
meets, “Do you want to go to heaven?” The man said, “I do Father.” The
priest said, “Then stand over there against the wall.”
Then the priest asked the second man, “Do you want to go to heaven?”
“Certainly, Father,” was the man’s reply. “Then stand over there against
the wall,” said the priest.
Then Father Murphy walked up to O’Toole and said, “Do you want to go to
heaven?” O’Toole said, “No, I don’t Father.”
The priest said, “I don’t believe this. You mean to tell me that when you
die you don’t want to go to heaven?”
O’Toole said, “Oh, when I die, yes. I thought you were getting a group
together to go right now.”
Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.
Atheism is a non-prophet organization.
What if there were no hypothetical questions?
If someone with multiple personalities threatens to harm himself, is it
considered a hostage situation?
Is there another word for synonym?
Where do forest rangers go to “get away from it all?”
What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered
If a parsley farmer is sued, can they garnish his wages?
Would a fly without wings be called a walk?
Why do they lock gas station bathrooms? Are they afraid someone will clean
Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?
If the police arrest a mime, do they tell him he has the right to remain
Why do they put Braille on the drive-through bank machines?
How do they get deer to cross the road only at those yellow road signs?
One nice thing about egotists: they don’t talk about other people.
If you ate both pasta and antipasto, would you still be hungry?
If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?
Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?
(Isn’t it already sour?)
may I be filled with loving kindness.
May I be well.
May I be peaceful and at ease.
May I be happy.
In Jesus’s name
We here share his grief. Thanks, yorkie!
A visitor from Holland was chatting with his American friend and was jokingly explaining about the red, white and blue in the Netherlands flag. “Our flag symbolizes our taxes,” he said. “We get red when we talk about them, white when we get our tax bill, and blue after we pay them.”
“That’s the same with us,” the American said, “only we see stars, too.”
Three’s a Crowd
The newlywed wife said to her husband when he returned from work, “I have great news for you. Pretty soon, we’re going to be three in this house instead of two.”
Her husband ran to her with a smile on his face and delight in his eyes.
He was glowing of happiness and kissing his wife when she said, “I’m glad that you feel this way since tomorrow morning, my mother moves in with us.”
Yes, we surely do, Teenie.
And, oh, how we miss
Having a leader so full of compassion,
And obvious love for our beloved country.
What it REALLY means
“I can’t find it,” REALLY MEANS, “It didn’t fall into my outstretched hands, so I’m completely clueless.”
“That’s women’s work,” REALLY MEANS, “It’s dirty, difficult and thankless.”
“Will you marry me?” REALLY MEANS, “Both my roommates have moved out, I can’t find the washer, and there is no more peanut butter.”
“It’s a guy thing,” REALLY MEANS, “There is no rational thought pattern connected with it, and you have no chance at all of making it logical.”
“Can I help with dinner?” REALLY MEANS, “Why isn’t it already on the table?”
“It would take too long to explain, “REALLY MEANS, “I have no idea how it works.”
“I’m getting more exercise lately,” REALLY MEANS, “The batteries in the remote are dead.”
“I just had a dream about it ...”
A young woman was taking an afternoon nap. After she woke up, she told her husband, “I just dreamed that you gave me a pearl necklace for Valentine’s Day. What do you think it means?”
“You’ll know tonight,” he said.
That evening, the man came home with a small package and gave it to his wife. Delighted, she opened it—only to find a book entitled “The Meaning of Dreams.”
Man On His Deathbed
As he lay on his deathbed, the man confided to his wife, “I cannot die without telling you the truth. I cheated on you throughout our whole marriage. All those nights when I told you I was working late, I was with other women. And not just one woman either, but I’ve slept with dozens of them.”
His wife looked at him calmly and said, “Why do you think I gave you the poison?”
An elderly man in Phoenix calls his son in New York and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.”
“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the old man says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her,” and he hangs up.
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “They’re not getting divorced if I have anything to do about it,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this.”
She calls Phoenix immediately, and screams at the old man, “You are NOT getting divorced. Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife and says, “Okay, they’re coming for Thanksgiving...now what do we tell them for Christmas?”
After dinner one evening a the president was entertaining their house guest by playing the piano.
At one point he turned to the visitor, a fat conservative talk show host, and said, “I understand you love music.”
“Yes,” murmured the guest politely. “But never you mind. Keep right on playing ...”
Little Johnny sat playing in the garden.
When his mother came out to collect him, she saw that he was slowly eating a worm.
She turned pale. “No, Johnny! Stop! That’s horrible! You can’t eat worms!”
Trying to convince him further she noted, “Now the mother worm is looking all over for her nice baby worm.”
“No, she isn’t,” said Johnny.
“How do you know she’s not?” said the mother.
“Because I ate her first!” answered Little Johnny.
Three friends die in a car accident and they go to an orientation in heaven. They are all asked, “When you are in your casket and friends and family are mourning you, what would you like to hear them say about you?
The first guy says,”I would like to hear them say that I was a great doctor of my time, and a great family man.”
The second guy says, “I would like to hear that I was a wonderful husband and school teacher which made a huge difference in our children of tomorrow.
The last guy replies, “I would like to hear them say ... Look, He’s Moving!
This truck driver hauling a tractor-trailer load of computers stops for a beer. As he approaches the bar he sees a big sign on the door saying “Nerds Not Allowed - Enter At Your Own Risk!” He goes in and sits down.
The bartender comes over to him, sniffs, says, “You smell kind of nerdy. What do you do for a living?”
The truck driver says, “I drive a truck, and the smell is just from the computers I am hauling.”
The bartender says, “Okay, truck drivers are not nerds.” and serves him a beer. As he is sipping his beer, a skinny guy walks in with tape around his glasses, a pocket protector with twelve kinds of pens and pencils, and a belt at least a foot too long. The bartender, without saying a word, pulls out a shotgun and blows the guy away.
The truck driver said, totally shocked, “Why did you do that?”
The bartender said, “Not to worry, the nerds are overpopulating Silicon Valley and are in season now. You don’t even need a license.”
The truck driver finishes his beer, gets back in his truck, and heads back onto the freeway. Suddenly he veers to avoid an accident, and the load shifts. The back door breaks open and computers spill out all over the freeway. He jumps out and sees a crowd already forming, grabbing up the computers. They are all engineers, accountants and programmers wearing the nerdiest clothes he has ever seen.
He can’t let them steal his whole load. So, remembering what happened in the bar, he pulls out his gun and starts blasting away, felling several of them instantly. A highway patrol officer comes zooming up and jumps out of the car screaming at him to stop.
The truck driver said, “What’s wrong? I thought nerds were in season.”
“Well, sure,” said the patrolman. “But you can’t bait ‘em.”
The Widow at the Farmhouse
Jack decided to go skiing with his buddy, Bob. They loaded up Jack’s station-wagon and headed north. After driving for a few hours, they got caught in a terrible blizzard. They pulled into a nearby farmhouse and asked the attractive lady of the house if they could spend the night.
“I’m recently widowed,” she explained, “and I’m afraid the neighbors will talk if I let you stay in my house.”
“Not to worry,” Jack said, “we’ll be happy to sleep in the barn.”
Nine months later, Jack got a letter from the widow’s attorney. He called up his friend Bob and said, “Bob, do you remember that good-looking widow at the farm we stayed at?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the house and visit with her?”
“Yes, I have to admit that I did.”
“Did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?”
Bob’s face turns red and he said, “Yeah, I’m afraid I did.”
“Well, thanks! She just died and left me everything!”
Have a Blessed Sunday.
Good night, Megs! Thank you for all your beautiful posts for the weekend. You are so dedicated and I appreciate all that you do! ((((hugs))))
You’re welcome, LUV. Thank you for the sweet comments.
Thank you Meg for being here on this 9/11/11!
Your graphics and prayers were wonderful!
I think all you did helped us get thru this 10th yr.
I know it did for me!
God Bless You!
a BIG amen, MY DEAR!!!!
As I was talking with a gentleman whose wife had died, he shared with me that a friend said to him, Im sorry you lost your wife. His reply? Oh, I havent lost her; I know exactly where she is!
To some this may seem like a rather bold or even flippant assertion. With so many after-death theories, one might wonder how we can be really sure where our loved ones go after death, let alone where we ourselves will end up.
Yet, confidence is appropriate for followers of Jesus Christ. We have the assurance from Gods Word that when we die we will immediately be with our Lord (2 Cor. 5:8). Thankfully, this is more than just wishful thinking. It is grounded in the historic reality of Jesus, who came and died to cancel our penalty for sin so that we could receive eternal life (Rom. 6:23). He then proved that there was life after death by exiting His grave and ascending into heaven where, as He promised, He is preparing a place for us (John 14:2).
So, rejoice! Since the benefits of this reality are out of this world, we can boldly say with Paul that we are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord (2 Cor. 5:8).
Read: 2 Corinthians 5:1-10
Ha Ha...Funny Graphic and poem.
Here’s one I wrote:
I’m having a yard sale from 10 to 3
Get a few bucks for some old memories
Here are some pictures of a man who was mine
He was no good, but the frames are still fine
A few cheap earrings and a locket and chain
I got Barrels and cartons and boxes of pain.
It’s never too late to let go
It’s never too late to feel again
You’re never too old to grow
Let go, and let your heart heal again
(excerpt from the cd “Blue Hill Avenue” c1995, ML/LTOS)
Happy Monday FRiends and strangers. *smile*
I had a busy weekend ... Marissa had a birthday party/slumber party invite for Saturday night. I should have been able to accomplish a lot.
My brother, Chip, went to see a granddaughter that he hadn’t seen for almost five years on Sunday, so ... I spent Saturday assembling a Family History book for her. Chip is doing sooo much better .. they put him on thyroid medication plus an anti-depressant. Amazing what the right medication can do.
Jr worked on getting my new computer setup yesterday but it is still in the living room. I’m hoping to get several software programs installed this week.
Yesterday was a day of praying for and remembering the victims of 9-11 and their families. Now, I will spend some time reading through yesterday’s thread. Thank you all for being here.
Wishing you a beautiful week.
Good Morning Meg.
Yesterday was such a hard day.
Indeed it was.
You did an awesome job with Sunday’s Opening, Meg. Thank you for being here for us on this sad, sad day.
Not till the loom is silent
And the shuttle cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why
The dark threads are as needful
In the weavers skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern he has planned
___________________________________________________________ Happened upon this while browsing this morning ...
so I brought it here ...
I liked it.
Wonderful Psalms 46.
Thank You, Meg33
Thank you for being here.
Thank you Amy..As I said it was my hardest to do.
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