I had no idea

There’s a new young lady at work that had moved out here from California.  She’s a really nice person and has proven to be a big asset at work.  She’s on the ball too.  If there’s something that needs to be done, she sees it and gets to it without being told to do anything.  Well we were talking yesterday and I asked her what in the world would make her want to move from California to the east coast.  Her answer almost shocked me.

You see, she was living in Malibu but found herself having to go through Drug Detox.  She had been in a car accident and gotten addicted to pain killers as a result.  It escalated to the point that she checked herself into a Drug Rehab facility there.  She just didn’t seem like the ‘type’ of person that was a drug addict but that ‘type’ is no longer true.  There is no ‘type’ of person that is a drug addict.  It can be even you if you ever find yourself in need of pain medications.  Even Alcohol Treatment isn’t just for a ‘type’ of person anymore.  Thank goodness more and more people are seeking treatment and this is a wonderful treatment center.

This email made me stop and think

My aunt is always sending me ‘religious’ type emails.  I do enjoy getting them too and this one really made me stop and think.  It shows how a lot of the time, we don’t realize how much we can touch someone, make a difference in their lives and maybe give them just a little hope.  No I am not a religious fanatic but this one touched me.  Enjoy because I sure did.

The Pastor and his son –

Every Sunday afternoon, after the morning service at the church, the Pastor and his eleven year old son would go out into their town and hand out Gospel Tracts. This particular Sunday afternoon, as it came time for the Pastor and his son to go to the streets with their tracts, it was very cold outside, as well as pouring down rain.

The boy bundled up in his warmest and driest clothes and said, ‘OK, dad, I’m ready.’ His Pastor dad asked, ‘Ready for what?’ ‘Dad, it’s time we gather our tracts together and go out.’ Dad responds, ‘Son, it’s very cold outside and it’s pouring down rain.’

The boy gives his dad a surprised look, asking, ‘But Dad, aren’t people still in need, even though it’s raining?’ Dad answers, ‘Son, I am not going out in this weather.’ Despondently, the boy asks, ‘Dad, can I go? Please’

His father hesitated for a moment then said, ‘Son, you can go. Here are the tracts, be careful son.’ ‘Thanks Dad!’ and with that, he was off and out into the rain. This eleven year old boy walked the streets of the town going door to door and handing everybody he met in the street a Gospel Tract.

After two hours of walking in the rain, he was soaking, bone-chilled wet and down to his VERY LAST TRACT. He stopped on a corner and looked for someone to hand a tract to, but the streets were totally deserted.

Then he turned toward the first home he saw and started up the sidewalk to the front door and rang the door bell. He rang the bell, but nobody answered. He rang it again and again, but still no one answered. He waited but still no answer. Finally, this eleven year old trooper turned to leave, but something stopped him.

Again, he turned to the door and rang the bell and knocked loudly on the door with his fist. He waited, something holding him there on the front porch! He rang again and this time the door slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway was a very sad-looking elderly lady. She softly asked, ‘What can I do for you, son?’ With radiant eyes and a smile that lit up her world, this little boy said, ‘Ma’am, I’m sorry if I disturbed you, but I just want to tell you that *JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU* and I came to give you my very last Gospel Tract which will tell you all about JESUS and His great LOVE.’

With that, he handed her his last tract and turned to leave. She called to him as he departed. ‘Thank you, son! And God Bless You!’

Well, the following Sunday morning in church Pastor Dad was in the pulpit. As the service began, he asked, ‘Does anybody have testimony or want to say anything?’ Slowly, in the back row of the church, an elderly lady stood to her feet.

As she began to speak, a look of glorious radiance came from her face, ‘No one in this church knows me. I’ve never been here before. You see, before last Sunday I was not a Christian. My husband passed on some time ago, leaving me totally alone in this world. Last Sunday, being a particularly cold and rainy day, it was even more so in my heart that I came to the end of the line where I no longer had any hope or will to live.

So I took a rope and a chair and ascended the stairway into the attic of my home. I fastened the rope securely to a rafter in the roof, then stood on the chair and fastened the other end of the rope around my neck. Standing on that chair, so lonely and brokenhearted I was about to leap off, when suddenly the loud ringing of my doorbell downstairs startled me. I thought,I’ll wait a minute, and whoever it is will go away.’

I waited and waited, but the ringing doorbell seemed to get louder and more insistent, and then the person ring in g also started knocking loudly. I thought to myself again, ‘Who on earth could this be? Nobody ever rings my bell or comes to see me.’ I loosened the rope from my neck and started for the front door, all the while the bell rang louder and louder.

When I opened the door and looked I could hardly believe my eyes, for there on my front porch was the most radiant and angelic little boy I had ever seen in my life. His SMILE, oh, I could never describe it to you! The words that came from his mouth caused my heart that had long been dead, TO LEAP TO LIFE as he exclaimed with a cherub-like voice, ‘Ma’am, I just came to tell you that JESUS REALLY DOES LOVE YOU.’ Then he gave me this Gospel Tract that I now hold in my hand.

As the little angel disappeared back out into the cold and rain, I closed my door and read slowly every word of this Gospel Tract. Then I went up to my attic to get my rope and chair. I wouldn’t be needing them any more.

You see– -I am now a Happy Child of the KING. Since the address of your church was on the back of this Gospel Tract, I have come here to personally say THANK YOU to God’s little angel who came just in the nick of time and by so doing, spared my soul from an eternity in hell.’

There was not a dry eye in the church. And as shouts of praise and honor to THE KING resounded off the very rafters of the building, Pastor Dad descended from the pulpit to the front pew where the little angel was seated.
He took his son in his arms and sobbed uncontrollably.

Probably no church has had a more glorious moment, and probably this universe has never seen a Papa that was more filled with love & honor for his son…. Except for One. Our Father also allowed His Son to go out into a cold and dark world. He received His Son back with joy unspeakable, and as all of heaven shouted praises and honor to The King, the Father sat His beloved Son on a throne far above all principality and power and every name that is named.

This has to be the strangest thing I have ever heard of

I know that other countries have different traditions and beliefs and I have no problem with that.  I’m sure that other countries think we do things a bit odd here.  Come to think of it, there are a few things I would have to agree with them on too but this is by far the strangest thing I have ever heard of.  I came across it on news.yahoo.com and here’s a bit ot the story:

BHUBANESWAR, India (Reuters) – An infant boy was married off to his neighbors’ dog in eastern India by villagers, who said it will stop the groom from being killed by wild animals, officials and witnesses said on Wednesday. Around 150 tribes people performed the ritual recently in a hamlet in the state of Orissa’s Jajpur district after the boy, who is under two years old, grew a tooth on his upper gum.

The Munda tribe see such a growth in young children as a bad omen and believe it makes them prone to attacks by tigers and other animals. The tribal god will bless the child and ward off evil spirits after the marriage. “We performed the marriage because it will overcome any curse that might fall on the child as well on us,” the boy’s father, Sanarumala Munda, was quoted as saying by a local newspaper.

The groom, Sagula, was carried by his family in a procession to the village temple, where a priest solemnized the marriage between Sagula and his bride, Jyoti, by chanting Sanskrit hymns, a witness said.

The dog belongs to the groom’s neighbors and was set free to roam around the area after the ceremony. No dowry was exchanged, the witness said, and the boy will still be able to marry a human bride in the future without filing for divorce.

If you would like to read more of this strange marriage, check it out on news.yahoo.com.  It blew me away!!

The Cowboy!!

I’m sorry but I got the funniest email I have read in a long time that I just had to share it with you guys.

A successful rancher died and left everything to his devoted wife. She was a very good-looking woman and determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand.

Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay and the other a drunk. She thought long and hard about it, and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would be safer to have him around the house than the drunk.

He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks, the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing very well.  Then one day, the rancher’s widow said to the hired hand, ‘You have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great .. you should go into town and kick up your heels.’  The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night.

One o’clock came, however, and he didn’t return. Two o’clock and no hired hand. Finally he returned around
two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher’s widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for him. She quietly called him over to her.

‘Unbutton my blouse and take it off,’ she said. Trembling, he did as she directed.

‘Now take off my boots.’ He did as she asked, ever so slowly.

Now take off my stockings.’ He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots.

‘Now take off my skirt.’ He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light.

‘Now take off my bra.’ Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the floor.

Then she looked at him and said, ‘If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired.’
(I didn’t see it coming, either!)

This reminded me so much of my friend Scott.  He loved it when he read it so I hope everyone understands.  Scott used to do the same thing with my clothes!  Love ya Scott!!!

I bet you didn’t know this

I bet you had no idea that I happen to be a redhead.  Well I guess now that my secret is out I should let you in on something else too.  There is this web site now for redheads and people who love redheads.  Why?  Well I think it’s because redheads are quite different than blonds or brunettes.  See, redheads have the reputation of being rather hot headed.  I must admit I can be hot headed but who can’t given the right circumstances?  Not all redheads have freckles and green eyes either.  Each redhead is a unique individual and that’s part of what bonds us together.

I know that everyone is a unique individual but redheads are different.  I know this personally being one.  In fact, I have a couple of cousins that are also redheads and they are the ones that I’m the closest to.  Perhaps it’s because we sort of understand each other where others don’t.  I’m not sure but when I meet other redheads, they have a lot of the same feelings about things I do.  That’s what makes this web site such a wonderful thing for redheads.  Most of us have gone through our lives feeling different but on there, we’re all very much alike.  Pretty cool!!!!

Pickings are slim now

You know, American women have fought hard to be able to have careers, families, and as they say ‘Have it all’.  Well honestly, the pickings are getting very slim when it comes to finding a suitable man to marry.  I think one reason is because a lot of men not only in the United States but also in the United Kingdom, Canada and Australia aren’t interested in a ‘career woman’ for a wife.  What they seem to want is quite different.

Russian brides are now what they seem to be looking for from Russia.  Of course there are beautiful women in Russia just like there are beautiful women all over the world but it seems that Russian women have not been allowed to have careers and so all they know is to stay at home and be a good wife to a man.  There seems to be a lot of men that still want that.  Well there are a lot of American women that want that too but with the economy as it is, a lot of women have no choice but to work.  I really can’t say as I blame men for looking outside of their own country for a bride.  A lot of the women in their own country must not want them either.

Talk about lucky!

A friend of mine married a guy in the service.  Well she just called me all excited about moving to Hawaii. Talk about lucky. I wish I could even visit there and she’s lucky enough to move there.  Not to mention she’s got a great guy too.

They are using this company that brings out this ‘ReloCube’ out to their house for them to pack all of their stuff into, and then they ship it where they’re moving too.  That is great.  In fact they are in good standings with the Better Business Bureau too so they know their stuff will be okay with them.

Good one by the Air Force this time!

Luke AFB is west of Phoenix and is rapidly being surrounded by civilization that complains about the noise from the base and its planes, forgetting that it was there long before they were. A certain lieutenant colonel at Luke AFB deserves a big pat on the back. Apparently, an individual who lives somewhere near Luke AFB wrote the local paper complaining about a group of F-16s that disturbed his/her day at the mall. When that individual read the response from a Luke AFB officer, it must Have stung quite a bit.

The complaint:
‘Question of the day for Luke Air Force Base: Whom do we thank for the morning air show? Last Wednesday, at precisely 9:11 A.M, a tight formation of four F-16 jets made a low pass over Arrowhead Mall, continuing west over Bell Road at approximately 500 feet. Imagine our good fortune! Does the
Tom Cruise-wannabes feel we need this wake-up call, or were they trying to impress the cashiers at Mervyn’s early bird special?

Any response would be appreciated.

The response:
Regarding ‘A wake-up call from Luke’s jets’ On June 15, at precisely 9:12 a..m., a perfectly timed four- ship fly by of F-16s from the 63rd Fighter Squadron at Luke Air Force Base flew over the grave of Capt. Jeremy Fresques. Capt Fresques was an Air Force officer who was previously stationed at Luke Air Force Base and was killed in Iraq on May 30, Memorial Day. At 9 a. m. on June 15, his family and friends gathered at Sunland Memorial Park in Sun City to mourn the loss of a husband, son and friend. Based on the letter writer’s recount of the fly by, and because of the jet noise, I’m sure you didn’t hear the 21-gun salute, the playing of taps, or my words to the widow and parents of Capt. Fresques as I gave them their son’s flag on behalf of the President of the United States and all those veterans and servicemen and women who understand the sacrifices they have endured..

A four-ship fly by is a display of respect the Air Force gives to those who give their lives in defense of freedom. We are professional aviators and take our jobs seriously, and on June 15 what the letter writer witnessed was four officers lining up to pay their ultimate respects. The letter writer asks, ‘Whom do we thank for the morning air show? The 56th Fighter Wing will make the call for you, and forward your thanks to the widow and parents of Capt Fresques, and thank them for you, for it was in their honor that my pilots flew the most honorable formation of their lives.

Only 2 defining forces have ever offered to die for you….Jesus Christ and the American Soldier. One died for your soul, the other for your freedom.

Lt. Col. Grant L. Rosensteel, Jr..
USAF

My friend wants plastic surgery

I have a very good friend that wants plastic surgery.  She says that it will help her to feel better about herself.  I don’t know if it will or not but she has to decide that for herself.  She has been checking into different Breast Augmentation Prices and has found out that it’s a lot cheaper to have that type of surgery done in Europe than here in the US.

It surprised me to find out that the surgery can be even half or less what it costs here.  If she goes to Europe to have this done, she not only gets a vacation but also hopefully will have a better outlook on herself.  That would be wonderful for her.

Friend having a baby

A friend of mine is having a baby.  She has gotten some of the cutest maternity clothes.  Maternity clothes used to be boring and kind of plain but not anymore.  She found a web site online that has some of the cutest, trendy and most of all affordable maternity clothes I have ever seen in my life.

I have to admit that some of them I would love to have for myself but I’m not having a baby.  One things for sure, I know where to go if and when I do get pregnant.  Oh and get this, you can get 20% off of your purchase with a simple coupon code.  That code is ‘blogfriends’.  I helped my girlfriend save money with that code and you can too.