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Monday, May 26, 2008
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Missed YOU!!
Current mood:  amused
Category: Life
Wow it seems its been so long since Ive been on here- and have missed you all so much, some of you are so very dear to me, and many have kept in touch off myspace and you have been such a blessing through lifes problems and health issues!
Im back singing and writing, and will be going on vacation for a week this week, so will post pictures and writings about that...
I so very much wish you all peace and joy. I hope that things are going well, and if not give me a shout- if Im not on here Im somewhere online about lol!
okay will post more later- promise!TY you for the comments and for the private messages on and off here!
Hugs!!
Carlene
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Saturday, January 06, 2007
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Inside Elvis- the man behind the legend....
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
Elvis wrote in 1977-
I sit here alone, thinking, watching how the moon's light glows.
Meditating upon the garden water there below,
I've only just begun to spend my life, to have some fun-
But as I think of all I've lost, the hurt hangs on; so slow to go.
I'm now full grown and called a man-but really, is that what I am?
My heart's so young, it feels like new-
To think I'm getting old makes me very blue.
Lord, Just let me laugh and be the clown I am.
Please give me dignity and grace-
So I can have the strength to face…
These final days that seems to race…
Let me have some time to do all I can
So facing death won't be such a task.
Please Lord, thy will be done, that's all I ask.
(notice at the bottom of the letter Elvis has written "Psalms 38" ( picture to be posted later) 
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Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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Life
Well, since I was here, I've almost completed my novel. Then last Mon my sis was in an vehicle accident just as she was getting ready to turn into her driveway-(the road was a main road, but a little slippery) and though the blinker was on, the driver behind hit her and spun her around.Another vehicle hit her trying to go around them, and she reconnected witht he truck that hit her. He van was totaled.
Now, the good ews is that the Lord had his hand on her there was galss every where and the windows were all blown out. She didn't get cut.
The insurance company settled that Wed on her van, but Thurs she had a 2001 van ( hers was a 97) sitting in her driveway. Mond, she found out she has severe whiplash and several vertebrae out in her neck and upper back, but it's treatable.The insurance adjuster is coming in the morn( anothe wed meeting!) to talk about Medical. I've already spoken with a lawyer and plan to be there with my sister :-)
A friend was rushed to the hospital yesterday, witht hey think a brain tumor, we pray and wait to hear the out come- in faith we stand.
Be grateful for what you have- it can vanish in a moment.Be thankful you have people to love and that love you, they can be taken in an instant.
Take the time to say thank you, tot he one that holds your life in His hands- for that life in short in span, and numbered in days!
May the Lord bless you with Joy and Peace this Christmas season!
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Saturday, November 04, 2006
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FOlded Napkin) for Adam and MImikay-love you!)
Current mood:  calm
Category: Friends
A Truckers Story (If this doesn't light your fire your wood is wet!!!)
I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie.
He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade.
The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded "truck stop germ" the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks.
I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot.
After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a bread crumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag.
If he thought a customer was watching, his brow would pucker with added concentration. He took pride in doing his job exactly right, and you had to love how hard he tried to please each and every person he met.
Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work.
He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months.
A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine.
Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news.
Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table.
Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look.
He grinned. "OK, Frannie, what was that all about?" he asked.
"We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay."
"I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?"
Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: "Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK," she said. "But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is." Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do.
After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off," she said. "This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup."
She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed "Something For Stevie".
"Pony Pete asked me what that was all about," she said, "so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this." She handed me another paper napkin that had "Something For Stevie" scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: "truckers."
That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work.
His placement worker said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back.
Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting.
"Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast," I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. "Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!" I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.
I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. "First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess," I said. I tried to sound stern.
Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had "Something for Stevie" printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table.
Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. "There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. "Happy Thanksgiving,".
Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well.
But you know what's funny? While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table.
Best worker I ever hired.
Plant a seed and watch it grow.
At this point, you can bury this inspirational message or forward it fulfilling the need!
If you shed a tear, hug yourself, because you are a compassionate person.
Well.. Don't just sit there! Send this story on! Keep it going, this is a good one!
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Thursday, November 02, 2006
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There is a plan-Adding On to The House-PT 1
Category: Religion and Philosophy
YOur Original Commitment to Christ will never be sufficient....(Phil.3-12-14)
As your computer needs to be updated, you have to balance your checkbook every now and then..oh and you must make a deposit to keep funds in there...groceries once used..must be replaced unless you're on the starve me diet...
1) We have not reached perfection!
A)Let go of the past failures-they will make you sad, and hold you back- and anchor you in the past- thus you will not see the present or have a vision of the future.
B)Rise above the expectations of others
They will hold you down.Sometimes their vision is too low, not clear or unrealistic.They will not save you or give you the entrance into eternity.
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Thursday, October 26, 2006
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A Moment of Silence for Common Sense Obit....
Current mood:  sore
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
COMMON SENSE OBITUARY
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,
who has been with us for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were
long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as
having cultivated such valuable lessons as:
Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets
the worm; life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend
more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old
boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens
suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher
fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing
the job which they themselves failed to do in disciplining their
unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required
to get parental consent to administer Tylenol, sun lotion or a sticky
plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student
became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became
contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better
treatment than their victims.
Common Sense took a beating when a person couldn't defend himself
from a burglar in his own home and the burglar can sue for assault.
Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed
to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little
in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust;
his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.
He is survived by three stepbrothers: I Know My Rights, Someone Else is
to Blame, and I'm A Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
If you still remember him pass this on, if not join the majority and
do nothing.
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Monday, October 23, 2006
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Saturday, October 21, 2006
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Something to laugh about....
Category: Life
Baby's First Doctor Visit
A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the
Doctor to come in for the baby's first exam.
The doctor arrived, and examined the baby, checked his weight, and being
a little concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed or Bottle-fed?
"Breast-fed, "she replied.
"Well, strip down to your waist," the doctor ordered.
She did. He pinched her nipples, pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both
breasts for a while in a very professional and detailed examination.
Motioning to her to get dressed the doctor said, "No wonder this baby is
underweight. You don't have any milk."
"I know," she said, "I'm his Grandma, but I'm glad I came."
IRISH ENGINEERS
Two Irish men were standing at the base of a flagpole, looking up.
A blonde walked by and asks what they are doing.
Paddy: "We're supposed to find the height of this flagpole, but we don't have a ladder.
The blonde took a spanner from her purse, loosened a few bolts and laid the flagpole down. She then pulled a tape measure from her pocket, took a few measurements and announced that it was eighteen feet and six inches. She then walked off.
Mick: "Ain't that just like a blonde! We need the height and she gives us the length"
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Scrabble anyone??
Category: Friends
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Someone out there either
has too much spare time or is deadly at Scrabble.
(Wait till you see the last one)!
DORMITORY:
When you rearrange the letters:
DIRTY ROOM
PRESBYTERIAN:
When you rearrange the letters:
BEST IN PRAYER
ASTRONOMER:
When you rearrange the letters:
MOON STARER
DESPERATION:
When you rearrange the letters:
A ROPE ENDS IT
THE EYES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THEY SEE
GEORGE BUSH:
When you rearrange the letters:
HE BUGS GORE
THE MORSE CODE:
When you rearrange the letters:
HERE COME DOTS
SLOT MACHINES:
When you rearrange the letters:
CASH LOST IN ME
ANIMOSITY:
When you rearrange the letters:
IS NO AMITY
ELECTION RESULTS:
When you rearrange the letters:
LIES - LET'S RECOUNT
SNOOZE ALARMS:
When you rearrange the letters:
ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S
A DECIMAL POINT:
When you rearrange the letters:
IM A DOT IN PLACE
THE EARTHQUAKES:
When you rearrange the letters:
THAT QUEER SHAKE
ELEVEN PLUS TWO:
When you rearrange the letters:
TWELVE PLUS ONE
AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:
MOTHER-IN-LAW:
When you rearrange the letters:
WOMAN HITLER
Yep! Someone with waaaaaaaaaaay too much
time on their hands! (Probably a son-in-law)
Bet your friends haven't seen this one!!!
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Wednesday, October 11, 2006
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