Thursday, July 29, 2010

my Daily Devotion

This was my Daily Devotion. I felt like sharing..

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Your Worldview Matters

by Greg Laurie

You should know this, Timothy, that in the last days there will be very difficult times. For people will love only themselves and their money. They will be boastful and proud, scoffing at God, disobedient to their parents, and ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred. They will be unloving and unforgiving; they will slander others and have no self-control. They will be cruel and hate what is good. 
—2 Timothy 3:1-3

It is sad when someone who has been a Christian for awhile is illiterate when it comes to the things of the Bible. Probably one of the greatest problems we are seeing in the church today is a complete ignorance of what the Bible actually teaches. After conducting a study that revealed that less than one in every 10 believers possess a biblical worldview as the basis for his or her decision-making and behavior, researcher George Barna pointed out that the Christian body in the United States is immersed in a crisis of biblical illiteracy. The most widely known "verse" among adults and teens who claimed to be believers was "God helps those that help themselves." The problem is that you won't find it in the Bible.

Your worldview matters. And it is not a question as to whether you have a worldview; it is whether you have a biblical one. Your worldview, the way that you see life, is formed by many things. It can be formed by the culture you are raised in, by your upbringing, by the books you read, by your education, and by the media you expose yourself to. And the reason your worldview is important is that it is comprehensive. It affects everything you do, from your personal morality to the way you spend your money to the way you vote to the way you live.

So what is a Christian worldview? Simply put, there is a living God, and He has revealed himself in Scripture. Therefore as Christians, we believe that we can find absolute truth from the Bible, regardless of what is politically correct, regardless of what we feel is right or not right. We base our beliefs on what the Bible teaches. That is what it means to have a Christian worldview.


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Be careful at the gas pump. True story.

This isn't a panic forward thing like you normally see all over facebook, or in your email, this actually happened to me this week.
My darling husband, Scott, is a gas station junkie. He loves the convenience I guess. He goes at least twice a day. Who knew Powerade had such an appeal. He went this past Sunday, and spent $10.71 (on Powerade), and put enough gas in the car for the week. Filling up the Camero would require a second job.
I checked our bank balance on Monday morning, and the 2 debits from Chevron went through, along with $120 "pending" charge per debit. First I called Scott, he said he had the receipts, in the floor board no less, and told me exactly how much he spent. I went to the Chevron in Alabaster that we went to, and the clerk told me to come back with the receipts and the bank statement. Well I knew I couldn't go get the receipts from Scott, because I was out of gas! And no way was I going to use my card in the gas pump! Plus, Chevron had all my money tied up!
I go to print off my bank statement...no go. One of the cats ate the printer cord.
*Sigh*
So I drive to the bank (on fumes) and told the very nice lady my story, she looked it up, and said it was indeed just pending, that Chevron had put a hold on it, and it should drop off in 3 days, but she couldn't print anything, because no charge was made it was just "pending".
So Scott stopped by the bank where we opened the account, he has a sweet for the lady there ;) and she told him basically the same thing, that it was just being held, and it would eventually drop, but unfortunately, our money would be tied up until then. She also said that other people had come in, and that Chevron, BP, and Texaco were all doing this, and not telling people. Normally at a gas pump they will preauthorize it for $1, before you pump gas. That is what the delay is from the time you swipe, until it tells you to pump.
This is insane to me. How can they get away with this? Granted we only had to go one day, but if our weekend debits hadn't went through already, we would've been hit hard with overdraft fees. If anyone knows me well, you KNOW I wrote Chevron an email. It says "contact us". So I did. I wasn't ugly, I even drug out the thesaurus and dictionary. I explained that it wasn't right, it was a huge inconvenience, and some families could be severely hurt by this. I sent it, it says it was received. About an hour later it was returned to my spam folder.
*sigh*
So I am just letting people know, this could happen to you. I HATE having to go in and prepay for gas, because unlike my darling husband, I like to fill my car up, and I never know how much it's going to be. But I guess I will start having to use cash. Blah. Everyone may want to start following behind me, because I end up dropping most of it on the ground....

Monday, July 26, 2010

Hate is bad, mmkay?

I hate it when I have important things to say, and all I end up doing is rambling. So lets figure out how to begin. I am not normally a person who hates other people. Like genuinely make you sick to your stomach hate. But there indeed are people out there that I feel this way about. I didn't mean for the dislike to escalate into hatred. I know that hate is a sin, and believe me, I have prayed for God to change my heart. I have thought long and hard about contacting these people, asking for forgiveness, and any trouble I may have caused them.
But here is the thing- I don't want to.
I don't want them to have the satisfaction of knowing that I caved. Especially if they don't know how I feel. I don't want them in my life. I don't particularly want to ever speak to them again. I am sure I don't want to ever see them again. So what do I do? Email them "oh hey, sorry if I said bad things to you while you were ruining mine & everyone's life, and please don't ever talk to me or look at me again?" That probably wouldn't fly.
There is no doubt I have a stubborn streak. I have planned on holding onto this until the day I die. But I know, deep down, that is it wrong. Mama raised me right. She also told me to never forget, either.
I also don't want to give them the power of having this effect on me. That also angers me.
I don't want to be a person full of anger. I like happiness. It makes me happy. On one thought, I should just let it go. But I just can't surrender. Not yet.
This is poop.

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This is what I keep reading for inspiration. Along with every Scripture in the Bible that I can find on forgiveness.


Forgive your enemies

Tuesday, 13 June 2006 all I know is a guy named Paul wrote it)

There are some subjects so personal that people have to make up their own minds which way they want to go. Forgiveness is one of those subjects. However, I hope you'll take a moment to consider my argument as to why it's is a good thing to bring into your life. Not because of any religious or preachy reasons, but for practical ones.

We all get cheated, robbed and hurt by other people at times in our lives. Sometimes, the crimes against us come with such intensity, that it makes us despair for humankind. It's natural in such situations to fill ourselves with thoughts of hate, anger and revenge. Any attempts to fight such feelings early on are usually in vain.

But as time is put between yourself and the tragic event that caused such feelings, my advice is to start gently pushing yourself towards pardoning those who've committed wrongs. Like a balloon slowly letting out air, purge your insides of loathing.

Let go of that tight internal ball of pain and forgive your enemy.

"But why should I let them off the hook?" will be the first thought of many people. "They've hurt me and cheated me. Why should I give them anything in return?"

I'm not suggesting you do it for them, but for yourself. Always remember that your time in this world is limited. Twisting yourself up with poisonous hatred is not a good way to live. The reason you should practice forgiveness is because the alternative is so horrible.

I know people, and I'm sure you do too, who collect grievances the way some people collect stamps. They sit at home in the dark and pull out their album of injustices to rage at. Their thoughts are filled with abhorrence and disgust at what those around them have done.

This is a sure path to misery.

Instead, the best way to deal with the crimes of others is to push past the early bad feelings, and eventually find the strength in yourself to pardon the person who committed them. Realize that they're only human, and we're all capable of terrible acts.

I'm not saying you have to like them, be nice to them, or ever trust or see them again. If necessary, you should take steps to make sure they can't hurt you again. But forgive them nevertheless. Simply try to empty yourself of the toxic feelings they create within you.

Some will say this approach isn't realistic - but I believe it's been proven to be again and again.

What theatrical stage are the hard truths of human reality more bitterly played out than on the political one? Yet even here, forgiveness has been shown to work.

A couple of years back, I was sitting in Cape Town with a white South African friend of mine. He explained to me why so many people had a deep respect for Nelson Mandela.

When Mandela was released from his 27-year stint as a political prisoner of South Africa's racist government, he was probably the most powerful man in the country. He could have immediately demanded the majority black South Africans banish the whites from the land. The blacks had lived under a terribly oppressive regime, and could see that many whites had grown rich from this situation. The hatred and lust for revenge must have been overwhelming.

Instead of taking what would have seemed like the obvious route, Mandela preached peace and reconciliation with the whites. He saw the path of revenge would lead to his country tearing itself apart, and instead advised his followers to practice forgiveness.

Here's some of what he said during his inaugural speech upon being voted president: "We enter into a covenant that we shall build the society in which all South Africans, both black and white, will be able to walk tall, without any fear in their hearts, assured of their inalienable right to human dignity - a rainbow nation at peace with itself and the world".

In contrast, look at what's happening in Zimbabwe. The black president, Robert Mugabe, who took over from the previous white-led government, has seized the land of white farmers and done his best to drive them from his country. That nation, once the breadbasket of Africa, is now on the brink of starvation. Hatred and revenge, based on real crimes against the black majority, has led to misery.

You can see this cycle repeating itself in most major conflicts and peace settlements around the world. Look at what's happening in the Middle East. Think about what could have happened had the victors in World War II wanted revenge against Germany and Japan.

You can apply these lessons to your own life. I hope, for your own sake, that you do.
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Saturday, July 24, 2010

How to give a cat a pill


How to Give a Cat a Pill


1. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as if holding a baby.

Position right forefinger and thumb on either side of cat's mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth.

Allow cat to close mouth and swallow.


2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa.




Cradle cat in left arm and repeat process.


3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.


4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm, holding rear paws tightly with left hand.


Force jaws open and push pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a count of ten.


5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of wardrobe.




Call spouse in from the garden.



6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold front and rear paws.


Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth. Drop pill down ruler and rub cat's throat vigorously.



7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail.


Get another pill from foil wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for gluing later.



8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with head just visible from below armpit.



Put pill in end of drinking straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw



9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans and drink one beer to take taste away. Apply band-aid to spouse's forearm and remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.



10. Retrieve cat from neighbor's shed.


Get another pill. Open another beer. Place cat in cupboard, and close door onto neck, to leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill down throat with elastic band.


11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink.


Apply cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another shot. Throw tee-shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.


12. Call fire department to retrieve the damn cat from the top of the tree across the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving to avoid cat.


Take last pill from foil wrap.


13. Using heavy-duty pruning gloves from shed, tie the little *&#%^'s front paws to rear paws with garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table. Push pill into mouth followed by large piece of filet steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and pour two pints of water down throat to wash pill down.


14. Consume remainder of scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the emergency room. Sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way home to order new table.



15. Arrange for SPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and call local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.


How To Give A Dog A Pill

1. Wrap it in bacon.

2. Toss it in the air.


Friday, July 23, 2010

The wager

This is just a typical conversation you may overhear between my husband and I:

(an elderly lady passes by using a walker)

Scott: I can't wait until you get like that
(here I am thinking he's having a sentimental moment about us growing old together)

Me: Why

Scott: So it will be harder for you to get away.

(sigh)

Me: Whatever. With your diabetes your feet will fall off way before I am walker bound.

Scott: Whatever yourself, you're diabetes is worse than mine, YOUR feet will fall off first.

Me: Well it's a bet then. Whoevers feet falls off first is the loser.

Scott: Deal.

For mature eyes only ;)


My husband...the ever romantic:

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Recycling kills!

Okay- aside from Catoptrophobia (fear of mirrors in the dark) I suffer from good ol' Musophobia- fear of mice. That's right. I wish death upon Mickey and Minnie. I. Hate. Them. Nothing makes me feel more violated and unsafe.
So you know those 2 liter cups you get at the convenience store? The ones so big they don't fit in the cup holder? I love them because I believe all beverages should be never ending, I dislike them because they're too big to fit in any cabinet.
I have a bad habit of opening a canned drink and forgetting about it, so when it comes time to clean off my night stand, I use one of those titanic glasses to pour the wasted drink in, and put the cans in a separate bag for recycling. How green of me. What's bad is when I bagged the cans then took them to the back door, I forgot about the glass sitting next to my trash can. Until 1am.
I am sound asleep but I was woken by the oddest noise. I turned on the lamp expecting one of the kittens to be into something, but they were all asleep on the bed. Then I found it. A little mouse somehow had managed to climb the glass without tipping it, and got stuck inside. Because the glasses are 8 freaking feet tall. There wasn't much Dt Mtn Dew in there, so I knew the glass didn't weigh much. I grabbed a book to set on top, so it wouldn't do a flying mouse death charge at me, and then I sat and thought- do I just leave it? Could I really go back to sleep knowing an innocent animal is dying? You're damn right I could. But I knew there was a chance the glass would topple and the thing would be so jacked up on Mtn Dew it would come straight for my jugular. So I went the best route. The card I very rarely play. The girl card. I woke up my husband.
After snorting, scoffing, telling me to do it, stomping his feet, and throwing his hands in the air, he finally picked up the glass and threw it out. My hero.
On a "oh chiz" note, my cat Luci got outside when he opened the door, so I know there will be one less mouse in the world. And she will probably get impregnated. Because she is a whore.
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Monday, July 19, 2010

City Fest- Southside, Alabama

This past Saturday was City Fest in Southside, AL. Reading on their site, that Little Texas was going to be there, I was ecstatic. Thinking "Southside", as in the community right outside of Birmingham, I kept trying to find the exact address, but with no luck with zip code. Finally, Scott went "I have bad news. Southside is an actual town. Right outside of Gadsden". I went "what bad news? We're still going. It's Little Texas for the love of all that is holy!!".



It's an estimated 90 minute drive, so since LT didn't play until 8pm, I was thinking we could leave around 4...wrong...At 9am when we left to get the oil changed in the car, Scott expected us to leave then. I managed to push it off until around 11am. After driving around just looking, and eating lunch, we get there at 1:50.
Neely Henry Lake

Outside of Gadsden

We walked around, looked at the booths, and then it hit us. WHERE are we supposed to sit? Luckily there was a Dollar General right down the road, and we bought two comfy directors chairs. So we sat. And sat. The heat was blistering. My chest looks like a raspberry.
Right before the rain got bad
And then, around 5, then rain came. I brought the umbrella from the car, but I bought it at the Dollar Tree a couple of years ago, so when I popped it open, MAN was it ghetto! The aluminum was all rusted, and it had stained the light blue cover. But I didnt care. I blended in with all the locals with Alabama, Auburn, and rebel flag umbrellas. Scott refused to get under it, so he just got drenched.
Rain pouring off of his cap It rained until around 9 or so. They had to postpone the bands for a bit, the stage and equipment were getting wet, so LT didn't take the stage until 10:20 or so.
There were some really good bands that played. Drake White was my favorite. Besides having a stunning voice, he's quite easy on the eye ;)He hasn't signed with a label yet, but it's only a matter of time I believe.
Drake White

Next was Highly Kind, Southern Rock, very good.
Albert Simpson & Highly Kind
And then Derek Welsh took the stage.His songs were good. His voice was good. He, however, irritated the chiz out of me. I get it musicians- you want the crowd to be pumped and enthusiastic so you can feed off of the energy. But when it's 98 degrees out, and we're sitting in the middle of a field, with no shade, no breeze, and WE KNOW the rain is coming, asking us at least 15 times to "GET OUT OF YOUR SEATS" makes me want to throw knives at you. When not one person gets up the 3rd time you ask, STFU. Your song Mushroom Man was stupid, too.
Derek Welsh
Petty Thieves were very entertaining. A mixture of Hanson meets Naked Brothers Band meets Rock 99.5. All the oldie songs I love, with young energy. Sadly, that's when the rain got really bad, so their performance was cut short. Bailey would've liked them, they had a hoard of young fans by the stage.
Mr Blackwell's Petty Thieves
Wayne Mills band was good. I call it Honky Tonk music. Hank Jr meets David Allan Coe.
Wayne Mills Band
And then YAY!!! Little Texas. It was so exciting!!! It has been 17 years since I first saw them and became a fan. I fell in love all over again. They came all the way from Iowa to do the show. I had a very good seat, I just wish my camera wan't such a retard when its dark. It doesn't focus at all. But it's okay, I will never forget it.




When the fireworks started, it was time to go...Scott was soaked to the bone, we were tired, and wanted to beat traffic. It was a very good day.

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Band pics:
Drake White
Drake White
Wayne Mills Band
Albert Simpson & Highly Kind
Derek Welsh

Random pics:

Clint Bowyer's Sprint Car



He said he was blending in with the natives








Related blog: My Little Texas blog

Marriage

This has been circulating around Facebook..I am not sure who originally wrote it.

Marriage...A Must Read

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.

She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?

I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside
the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.

But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

Sunday, July 18, 2010

My Little Texas blog :)


SO I FINALLY got to see Little Texas in concert again!! I saw them for the first time back around '93 when their first album was out, right at the time "I'd Rather Miss You" came out. I had never heard of them, they opened for Travis Tritt and Trisha Yearwood. But that soon changed right after. I bought the album, and became instantly obsessed. Anyone who knew me back in that time knew I didn't talk about anything else. I would buy every country magazine just to get pictures, and if there were pictures of them on both sides, then I would buy two copies. I eventually took them off of my wall and put them into a scrapbook. Which I still have :)
Right after high school they broke up, and it kind of fizzled, but my love stayed true.
One night a couple years ago I was listening to AOL radio, and had clicked on the New Country station, and that's when I learned that "Missing Years" was out, and they were back together. I started jumping on the bed, literally, and woke up my husband. I bought the album when it was released. I guess I felt the need to be a good Samaritan and spread the word, because I accidentally left it in a rental car. I saw on their website they were coming to Southside, AL near Gadsden, and I was ecstatic!! We drove up there, about and hour and a half, got there at 1:30pm. The concert didn't start until 8pm (supposed to). It's July. In Alabama. That's right. Sweat was literally dripping off of my face. Then we realized where were we going to sit? On the ground? So we had to go buy lawn chairs. Didn't really think it out there.. and sat from 2:30pm-right after midnight. The rain came around 5:00.
They had to postpone the bands for a bit, so Little Texas came out right at 10:00pm. Scott watched me during the entire show. I had the biggest smile from beginning to end. I tried to soak up every moment. The only downside, is I genuinely have the worst camera in dark situations. I had a very good view, but my camera wouldn't capture any of it. I think every picture was blurred in some way. But it's imprinted in my brain.
It sounds odd coming from a grown woman, but it was just amazing for me. All of the good feelings came back and I fell in love with the band all over again. They put on an amazing show, and truly love their fans. If it wasn't for the retard right behind us who yelled "GOD BLESSED TEXAS" the entire show, it would've been more than perfect. At least it was one of their songs, and he didn't yell Free Bird.....


One of the best group shots I could get.

In my "vault"..aka a plastic storage tub I've lugged all over Louisiana and Alabama.

Notice they're labled 3, 5, 7..That's 7 8-hour tapes of stuff I recorded from tv.

From my scrapbook:
There are 14 pages total of stuff like this.





Dramatically, on the last page of the scrapbook...

Thursday, July 15, 2010

18th Century Wooden Ship Buried at WTC site

Amazing!! @ChrisLawley posted the story :)

NEW YORK -- Workers at the World Trade
Center site are excavating a 32-foot-long ship hull that apparently was used in the 18th century as part of the fill that extended lower Manhattan into the Hudson River.

It's hoped the artifact can be retrieved by the end of the day on Thursday, said archaeologist Molly McDonald. A boat specialist was going to the site to take a look at it.

McDonald said she wanted to at least salvage some timbers; it was unclear if any large portions could be lifted intact.

"We're mostly clearing it by hand because it's kind of fragile," she said, but construction equipment could be used later in the process.




McDonald and archaeologist A. Michael Pappalardo were at the site of the Sept. 11, 2001, attacks when the discovery was made Tuesday morning.

"We noticed curved timbers that a back hoe brought up," McDonald said Wednesday. "We quickly found the rib of a vessel and continued to clear it away and expose the hull over the last two days."

The two archeologists work for AKRF, a firm hired to document artifacts discovered at the site. They called the find significant but said more study was needed to determine the age of the ship.



"We're going to send timber samples to a laboratory to do dendrochronology that will help us to get a sense of when the boat was constructed," said McDonald. Dendrochronology is the science that uses tree rings to determine dates and chronological order.

A 100-pound anchor was found a few yards from the ship hull on Wednesday, but they're not sure if it belongs to the ship. It's 3 to 4 feet across, McDonald said.

The archaeologists are racing to record and analyze the vessel before the delicate wood, now exposed to air, begins to deteriorate.

"I kept thinking of how closely it came to being destroyed," Pappalardo said.

Here is another article about it....
Ahoy at the World Trade Center!

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Product labels from other countries


Not to be confused with Hetero sausage


Anyone else want an all expenses paid trip to Ghana ?


Okay, so fish isn’t the only “brain” food



Be gone I say!


Insect repellent? Are you sure that's what it's for?
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If offered one, not what I'd be expecting

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Hmmm... my 2 favorite things in one recyclable container
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Soooo refreshing!

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Only one thing better than regular Shito –
New, improved Shito!
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In case there was some doubt?


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Hope they come with instructions

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Is it the sound my teeth make when I eat this?
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So much better than old, stale cok!

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Well of course, Asse just had to be chocolate

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I really shouldn't find this funny

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No comment necessary

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I’m trying to figure out WTH that inksplot thing is

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I hope Marie knows about this

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And they said it couldn't be bottled

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You know you can’t resist visiting their website