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How many of you knew this?

I had no idea of this and can’t swear it is true but it sure has changed the way I eat.  Only butter for my family from now on!!

Pass The Butter …. Please. This is interesting . … .

Margarine was originally manufactured to fatten turkeys. When it killed the turkeys, the people who had put all the money into the research wanted a payback so they put their heads together to figure out what to do with this product to get their money back. It was a white substance with no food appeal so they added the yellow coloring and sold it to people to use in place of butter. How do you like it? They have come out with some clever new flavorings.

DO YOU KNOW.. The difference between margarine and butter?   Read on to the end…gets very interesting!

Both have the same amount of calories.

Butter is slightly higher in saturated fats at 8 grams compared to 5 grams.

Eating margarine can increase heart disease in women by 53% over eating the same amount of butter, according to a recent Harvard Medical Study.

Eating butter increases the absorption of many other nutrients in other foods.

Butter has many nutritional benefits where margarine has a few only because they are added!

Butter tastes much better than margarine and it can enhance the flavors of other foods.

Butter has been around for centuries where margarine has been around for less than 100 years .

And now, for Margarine.. Very high in Trans fatty acids.

Triple risk of coronary heart disease.

Increases total cholesterol and LDL (this is the bad cholesterol) and lowers HDL cholesterol, (the good cholesterol).

Increases the risk of cancers up to five fold.

Lowers quality of breast milk.

Decreases immune response.

Decreases insulin response.

And here’s the most disturbing fact…. HERE IS THE PART THAT IS VERY INTERESTING!

Margarine is but ONE MOLECULE away from being PLASTIC..

This fact alone was enough to have me avoiding margarine for life and anything else that is hydrogenated (this
means hydrogen is added, changing the molecular structure of the substance).

You can try this yourself:  Purchase a tub of margarine and leave it in your garage or shaded area. Within a couple of days you will note a couple of things:

* no flies, not even those pesky fruit flies will go near it (that should tell you something).

* it does not rot or smell differently because it has no nutritional value; nothing will grow on it. Even those teeny weeny microorganisms will not find a home to grow. Why? Because it is nearly plastic. Would you melt your Tupperware and spread that on your toast?

Here’s to a healthy drug-free life!
Dr. Steven Alff, D.C.

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Bill and Sam

I thought this was just too cute not to share.  I hope you enjoy it too.

Bill and Sam, two elderly friends, met in the park every day to feed the pigeons, watch the squirrels and discuss world problems.

One day Bill didn’t show up. Sam didn’t think much about it and figured maybe he had a cold or something. But after Bill hadn’t shown up for a week or so, Sam really got worried. However, since the only time they ever got together was at the park, Sam didn’t know where Bill lived, so he was unable to find out what had happened to him.

A month had passed, and Sam figured he had seen the last of Bill, but one day, Sam approached the park and — lo and behold! –there sat Bill! Sam was very excited and happy to see him and told him so. Then he said, ‘For crying out loud Bill, what in the world happened to you?’

Bill replied, ‘I have been in jail.’

‘Jail?’ cried Sam. ‘What in the world for?’

‘Well,’ Bill said, ‘you know Mary, that cute little blond waitress at the coffee shop where I sometime go?’

‘Yeah,’ said Sam, ‘I remember her. What about her?’

‘Well, one day she filed rape charges against me; and, at 89 years old, I was so proud that when I got into court, I pled ‘guilty’ ‘The damn judge gave me 30 days for perjury.

See I told you it was cute.  I sure hope you got a laugh out of it because laughter is good for the soul!!!!

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This is what Memorial Day is all about

I’m sure lots of you have probably seen this in an email but I feel it is very important for everyone to see this and know what is going on.  God bless our service men and woman that have passed and those that are still with us!!!!

What’s wrong with this picture?

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If you look closely at the picture above, you will note that all the Marines pictured are bowing their heads. That’s because they’re praying. This incident took place at a recent ceremony honoring the birthday of the corps, and it has the ACLU up in arms.

“These are federal employees,” says Lucius Traveler, a spokesman for the ACLU, “on federal property and on federal time. For them to pray is clearly an establishment of religion, and we must nip this in the bud immediately.”

When asked about the ACLU’s charges, Colonel Jack Fessender, speaking for the Commandant of the Corps said (cleaned up a bit), “Screw the ACLU.” GOD Bless Our Warriors.. Send the ACLU to France !

What’s wrong with the picture? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING

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Tomorrow is Easter Sunday

Easter has always been one of my favorite holidays.  Just knowing that Jesus arose on that holiday gives us all  hope.  It’s like the trees and everything else arises every spring giving us hope for a warm spring and summer.  It’s life renewed.  It’s salvation at it’s most remarkable.  When Jesus arose from the grave, he not only appeared to his disciples, he appeared to American Indians, and others on this earth giving us all hope of salvation.  Not many people know that or believe it but it has been told by many tribes through out the generations that followed.  So here’s hoping you have a blessed Easter and realize the love that comes from this holiday.

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Well it’s time to get the garden ready

It’s the time of year to start getting the garden ready to plant.  I have to till it up real good since it has been disked to break up the clots.  Then after Easter, I’ll start planting.  We always plant a big garden so that we will have plenty for ourselves and also so we can give to those we know of that are having hard times because of the economy.  We have to look out for one another now that so many are affected with job layoffs and so many foreclosures around here.

Of course, we ask for nothing in return and in fact, a lot of the people we help come and help in the garden too.  Some of them have requested to plant some things that they like too so they can help others also.  It has sort of turned into a community garden with a lot of love put into it.  God blesses us every year with a great harvest and it’s good to help those in need no matter if they help in the garden or not.  Our whole nation needs to be looking out for each other more than we have in the past several years and maybe we won’t get in a mess like we’re in again any time soon.

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My son has learned so very much

It’s very hard to let your child fall.  A parents first reaction is to reach out and catch them but there are times when you have to let them fall.  Once they have fallen, a parents first reaction is to reach down and pick them up but sometimes the best thing is to let them get back up on their own.  I have a hard time trying to let my children learn a hard lesson that they have put themselves into but one thing I have also learned from these lessons my son has to learn, and that is that I have to let him learn them or he never will.  I have to let him learn the hard way and I can keep running to get him out of what ever mess he has gotten himself into anymore.

He has spent over 2 months in jail and will be getting out on the 23rd he told me today.  When he gets out, it’s on his own totally.  I did not pay for his bail, I did not pay for a lawyer, I did not pay to get his truck out so he walks out with the clothes on his back and whatever the wife of someone who is also in jail with him was able to get out of his truck.  That hurts me so much but he has to learn or he will end up in prison for a long, long time.  I can’t stand the thought of that and neither can he so hopefully, with the help of God, he has learned.

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Michael Jackson

Well it seems that Michael Jackson is going on tour again.  I grew up listening to him on the radio and have always thought he was one of the great talents of our country.  It’s a shame he has had so many legal problems but none of them have been proven that he has done anything wrong.  Can you imagine having to live in seclusion most of your life?  I sure can’t.  I’m sure that has something to do with some of his off behaviors (as some call it) but everyone is different.

Michale Jackson is and always will be the ‘King of Pop’ as far as I’m concerned.  He is a musical genius and a master performer.  You bet I would love to see him live onstage just once and I just might have to do that if at all possible since he’s saying this is his ‘final curtain call’.

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On a less serious note

A friend of mine sent me this email and I have to admit, I laughed until I cried.  I thought it was the funniest thing I have ever read but the funniest part is it’s supposed to be a true story.  I don’t know if it is or not but I hope you enjoy it even half as much as I did. This is supposedly true and written by a guy who purchased his lovely wife a pocket Taser for their anniversary and submitted this:

Last weekend I saw something at Larry’s Pistol & Pawn Shop that sparked my interest. The occasion was our 15th anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my wife Julie. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized taser. The effects of the taser were supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, allowing her adequate time to retreat to safety….?? WAY TOO COOL! Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home.

I loaded two AAA batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was disappointed. I learned, however, that if I pushed the button AND pressed it against a metal surface at the same time; I’d get the blue arc of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs. AWESOME!!! Unfortunately, I have yet to explain to Julie what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn’t be all that bad with only two triple-A batteries, right? There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul) while I was reading the directions and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh & blood moving target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie (for a fraction of a second) and thought better of it. She is such a sweet cat. But, if I was going to give this thing to my wife to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong?

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, and taser in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause muscle spasms and a major loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. Any burst longer than three seconds would be wasting the batteries. All the while I’m looking at this little device measuring about 5′ long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference; pretty cute really and (loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-A batteries) thinking to myself, ‘no possible way!’

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I’ll do my best…? I’m sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, ‘ don’t do it dip$hit,’ reasoning that a one second burst from such a tiny little ole thing couldn’t hurt all that bad. I decided to give myself a one second burst just for heck of it. I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and . . .

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD . . . WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION . . . WHAT THE HELL!!!

I’m pretty sure Jessie Ventura ran in through the side door, picked me up in the recliner, then body slammed us both on the carpet, over and over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, with tears in my eyes, body soaking wet, both nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position, and tingling in my legs?  The cat was making meowing sounds I had never heard before, clinging to a picture frame hanging above the fireplace, obviously in an attempt to avoid getting slammed by my body flopping all over the living room.

Note: If you ever feel compelled to ‘mug’ yourself with a taser, one note of caution: there is no such thing as a one second burst when you zap yourself! You will not let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by a violent thrashing about on the floor. A three second burst would be considered conservative?

A minute or so later (I can’t be sure, as time was a relative thing at that point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My bent reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. The recliner was upside down and about 8 feet or so from where it originally was. My triceps, right thigh and both nipples were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, and my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. I had no control over the drooling. Apparently I $hit myself, but was too numb to know for sure and my sense of smell was gone.; I saw a faint smoke cloud above my head which I believe came from my hair. I’m still looking for my nut$ and I’m offering a significant reward for their safe return!!

P. S. My wife loved the gift, and now regularly threatens me with it!

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When is helping not really helping?

I keep telling myself I’m helping my son.  I’m doing what I have to in order to help him get his life back on the road it needs to be on.  But when is helping not really helping?  What am I really helping him to do?  Am I helping him to get it together or am I helping him to keep running from what truly needs to be fixed?  By that I mean he has a lot to face and fix still.  Am I helping him to get to the road that helps him face and fix the mess he has created all on his own or am I helping him to run from it all and not really face it?  I wish I had the answer.  I wish someone had the answer but when they do, I don’t really want to hear it.

I have been told that I am only enabling him and not helping him.  That’s a hard pill for a parent to swallow, enabling instead helping.  I have prayed and prayed and still I can’t find the answer or don’t really want to hear the answer I get I’m afraid.  I don’t know which it is.  This is my firstborn son.  My blood, my child in my eyes even though in all reality, he’s a grown man that has to learn to live his own life and be responsible for his own choices.  What gets me is this was the most independent child we had.  I think his first words were ‘I do it’.  And do it he has, his way always.  That can be good but in his case, it’s hasn’t always been.

Still I have this darn decision to make about the truck.  Part of me wishes that someone else would make it for me and then I could say to my son that I had no choice but that’s the cowards way out.  Women think they are the only ones that suffer for their children but they’re wrong.  Father suffer and worry too, we just don’t allow it to show like women do.  There’s a part of me that wishes I could show it too but I’m a man and that’s not the way a man does things.

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Life can be hard sometimes

My oldest son has been a bit of a challenge from birth.  He’s basically a good kid but seems to get into crap without even trying.  Well I know I have sang the praises of my children which is what parents do.  No one wants to really air out their dirty laundry in public, now do they?  But I have come to the conclusion that to only hide these things doesn’t help anyone, especially someone else that might be going through a similar thing.

Drugs were a problem with my son for awhile but he basically has a handle on that now.  He’s working hard to get his life back in order but has a long way to go still but he’s working on it.  I’m not sure if those are just the words I want to believe or if they’re the way it really is.  As his father, they are the words I want more than anything else to believe.

Trouble seems to find him no matter where he is or what he’s doing and that has happened yet again.  He was in the south working with a carnival.   I now look at Carney’s differently than I used to since he took that job because the people he works for are really helping most of these people more than we know or could imagine.  Anyway, a lady asked him to drive him to the store and he said he would for $10.  He needed money.  What he didn’t know is that she was an undercover cop and lead him right into a sting operation.  That night, 4 guys were arrested and my son was one of them.

He didn’t have any drugs on him but he had a pipe and some scales in his truck.  The truck is in my name and therefore I’m liable for the tow and storage bill.  He may go to prison for solicitation and drug paraphernalia.  Now I have to decide what to do about his truck which has a lot of his belongings in it.  It has a camper shell on the back and that’s what he slept in.  I have been told that I need to get the truck out of my name because if he was to have an accident, I am liable for what ever damage he causes, even a loss of life.  I could lose everything I have worked for.  Now I have a tough decision to make that I don’t really want to make either.