Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
This is about the pictures below. Calvary
Yes every year Calvary Chapel Ft Laud, comes over for 4 days. The reason the four days is. Friday to Monday is off back in the states. President Week-end. So the schools are off.
They flew in on Friday afternoon. From the air port we stopped at a couple of schools near by. Handed out flyer's to let the kids know that Saturday the 18th we were having a Fun day at Adventure Learning Centre free too.
Saturday came and we had around 85 people show up. During their time, we had some horse back rides, play ground games. Plus they got to see the animals in the petting farm too. At the end of the day. Calvary put on a Marsh Arts show. The kids and even some parents got to do works out with the kids. It really turn out to be a pretty good day. At 1pm we started to clean up.
Around 2pm we ll left to go to a Haitian community. There they handed out some hot dogs and chips. Plus they gave away nice Bibles too. They were in Creo. There was a time to give away soccer balls. During that time we used the bus to keep the crowd from rushing us. It all worked out great.
Sunday morning we all went to the beach and had a sunrise service. After that pretty much every one went swimming. Then we drove and dropped them off at the Straw Market. One bad part happen there. Pastor asked where should we eat at? I said try Senor's Frogs. Bad idea, this place is for people that want to get drunk and just party. The reason I say this is, I was part of the group trying to eat some food and it just was not a good place to take the small kids too. That was my fault. I was there about 6 years ago. I ate with some friends there. I didn't go inside at that time. We just ate out side. Boy please don't tell Pastor Bob about this. He would fire me on the spot. I told pastor Rubin I didn't know and he talked with the group last night. I hope all is well again.
Then last night they had a large bone fire. It really was a big one. I watched from my room. I asked God to help them keep it under control. I saw ash flying in the air and it was landing on the trees next to the fire. It all went well. No fire men came and no fires out of control.
Today they get to clean up around here and back up and leave to go back to Fort Lauderdale, Fl.
Just a note, during their time here, was a nice time to reflex on why I am here? Some times I didn't act like I had a servant's heart. I have asked you before to keep me in prayer. I still having trouble with that. All I know is Good is the only One that can fixed me and I need to get fixed.
They flew in on Friday afternoon. From the air port we stopped at a couple of schools near by. Handed out flyer's to let the kids know that Saturday the 18th we were having a Fun day at Adventure Learning Centre free too.
Saturday came and we had around 85 people show up. During their time, we had some horse back rides, play ground games. Plus they got to see the animals in the petting farm too. At the end of the day. Calvary put on a Marsh Arts show. The kids and even some parents got to do works out with the kids. It really turn out to be a pretty good day. At 1pm we started to clean up.
Around 2pm we ll left to go to a Haitian community. There they handed out some hot dogs and chips. Plus they gave away nice Bibles too. They were in Creo. There was a time to give away soccer balls. During that time we used the bus to keep the crowd from rushing us. It all worked out great.
Sunday morning we all went to the beach and had a sunrise service. After that pretty much every one went swimming. Then we drove and dropped them off at the Straw Market. One bad part happen there. Pastor asked where should we eat at? I said try Senor's Frogs. Bad idea, this place is for people that want to get drunk and just party. The reason I say this is, I was part of the group trying to eat some food and it just was not a good place to take the small kids too. That was my fault. I was there about 6 years ago. I ate with some friends there. I didn't go inside at that time. We just ate out side. Boy please don't tell Pastor Bob about this. He would fire me on the spot. I told pastor Rubin I didn't know and he talked with the group last night. I hope all is well again.
Then last night they had a large bone fire. It really was a big one. I watched from my room. I asked God to help them keep it under control. I saw ash flying in the air and it was landing on the trees next to the fire. It all went well. No fire men came and no fires out of control.
Today they get to clean up around here and back up and leave to go back to Fort Lauderdale, Fl.
Just a note, during their time here, was a nice time to reflex on why I am here? Some times I didn't act like I had a servant's heart. I have asked you before to keep me in prayer. I still having trouble with that. All I know is Good is the only One that can fixed me and I need to get fixed.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Stroy we all need to read and think about.
"Watch out! You nearly broadsided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts....dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm.
We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad 's troubled mind.
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."
I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing..
His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.. "You mean you're going to kill him?"
"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision.
"I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch... "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !" I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house..
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"
Dad ignored me.. "Did you hear me, Dad ?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw..
Dad 's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community.. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years.. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad 's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad 's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad 's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.
And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."
"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article,
Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter, his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father, and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive.
Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving."
My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.
Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts....dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm.
We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.
Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.
Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad 's troubled mind.
But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.
The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."
I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.
Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.
I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing..
His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror.. "You mean you're going to kill him?"
"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision.
"I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch... "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !" I said excitedly.
Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house..
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"
Dad ignored me.. "Did you hear me, Dad ?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw..
Dad 's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community.. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years.. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad 's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad 's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad 's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.
And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."
"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article,
Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter, his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father, and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
It is so neat to see what I get to work on????
Since I have been back, Sunday the 12th. Well I was told by Bob all the stuff that has been breaking down.
The large school bus, Brake line has a leak. Then after repairing that. Had some trouble starting it. Found out the alternator is not charging. The battery went dead. So we replaced it with one I had repaired before. That one didn't seem to be working too. So we took the old one apart and just played with it. It seems to be okay now. So yesterday we took the repaired one back to the guy that repaired it before. Bay Street Garage. He showed me it was charging just like a new one. Okay that was the bus.
The Hyundai, water pump was partially taken out by Bob. Yesterday we go it all the way out and the alternator too. Bought a new water pump, $135.00. Dropped off the alternator at Bay Street. Today hope to get the water pump back in. Alternator hopefully by the end of the week.
The train has some things wrong too. While I was gone. One of our staff was driving around, like everyday we do with the kids. They turned around to tell a kid to sit down. Mean while ran into the fence. Tim and Mark and Bob got the train out of the play ground area. Now we need to do some body work. maybe next week.
I think I told you about the van that needs a new front end. When over in the states I bought the parts for it. They are now at the shipping yard ready for me to pick up. Hopefully I got all the right parts. We will see Thursday, when I go down to pick them up.
Monday we found out the Toyota truck needs front brakes and a wheel bearing too. Maybe Friday we will get to that. If not next week is still open.
Okay with all this going on. I really hope you can understand how I question our Lord about my heart. When I was gone, that was my prayer to help me get a soften heart. Then I come back and all this is going on. Please I ask you to keep us in prayer.
The large school bus, Brake line has a leak. Then after repairing that. Had some trouble starting it. Found out the alternator is not charging. The battery went dead. So we replaced it with one I had repaired before. That one didn't seem to be working too. So we took the old one apart and just played with it. It seems to be okay now. So yesterday we took the repaired one back to the guy that repaired it before. Bay Street Garage. He showed me it was charging just like a new one. Okay that was the bus.
The Hyundai, water pump was partially taken out by Bob. Yesterday we go it all the way out and the alternator too. Bought a new water pump, $135.00. Dropped off the alternator at Bay Street. Today hope to get the water pump back in. Alternator hopefully by the end of the week.
The train has some things wrong too. While I was gone. One of our staff was driving around, like everyday we do with the kids. They turned around to tell a kid to sit down. Mean while ran into the fence. Tim and Mark and Bob got the train out of the play ground area. Now we need to do some body work. maybe next week.
I think I told you about the van that needs a new front end. When over in the states I bought the parts for it. They are now at the shipping yard ready for me to pick up. Hopefully I got all the right parts. We will see Thursday, when I go down to pick them up.
Monday we found out the Toyota truck needs front brakes and a wheel bearing too. Maybe Friday we will get to that. If not next week is still open.
Okay with all this going on. I really hope you can understand how I question our Lord about my heart. When I was gone, that was my prayer to help me get a soften heart. Then I come back and all this is going on. Please I ask you to keep us in prayer.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Thi is just a little up date on who and what I did while in town
Looking below you will see some pictures.
The first one is Vince, I have known him since 1997. We use to be accountable to each other. Just sat and had a nice talk with him and found out he is a elder at Calvary Chapel in Plantation, Fl. I am very proud of him to call him a friend.
The next one is Rose, we go back to when I use to work at Calvary. She was on staff and I would help her out with this and that some times. I do make it a point to add least to have a movie and dinner or lunch with her each time I come to town. It really is refreshing to see and hear all that has gone on in her life plus her work. She has a stressful job. She is a RN at a hospital. So that alone would be a hard job to deal with. But she works with babies, new born. The reason it becomes hard some days is, some don't make it and others do but have troubles. My heart goes out to what she does and how she is very much in love with what she does. You really would have to love your job to do what she deals with.
Ron has been very faithful being a good friend too. I meet him a long time ago too. He helps out at Calvary when some one like a single mom needs some things fixed. Ron has been doing that for many years. I worked along with him while I worked at Calvary. He loves to help folks that really need it and has a chance to share with them too about Christ. That is how our Lord use to help people, heal their problems and walk away knowing did the best for them.
Dot,Kim Jose and his wife. I am sorry but I forgot her name. Hey every Tuesday night Jim and Dot have a prayer meeting. It really is a time to see how each one of them are doing and then sing some songs and open up in prayer. Jim is the one at Calvary that receives the prayer requests from the missionaries around the world that Calvary support. Jim and his wife Dot have been on the mission field for many years. They are like taking a break for now. So they both help out at Calvary during the week. These are sure sweet people and every time I come to town they ask me to coming over and have dinner with them. Then we have a nice time to get some what caught up on all that has been happening around.
The first one is Vince, I have known him since 1997. We use to be accountable to each other. Just sat and had a nice talk with him and found out he is a elder at Calvary Chapel in Plantation, Fl. I am very proud of him to call him a friend.
The next one is Rose, we go back to when I use to work at Calvary. She was on staff and I would help her out with this and that some times. I do make it a point to add least to have a movie and dinner or lunch with her each time I come to town. It really is refreshing to see and hear all that has gone on in her life plus her work. She has a stressful job. She is a RN at a hospital. So that alone would be a hard job to deal with. But she works with babies, new born. The reason it becomes hard some days is, some don't make it and others do but have troubles. My heart goes out to what she does and how she is very much in love with what she does. You really would have to love your job to do what she deals with.
Ron has been very faithful being a good friend too. I meet him a long time ago too. He helps out at Calvary when some one like a single mom needs some things fixed. Ron has been doing that for many years. I worked along with him while I worked at Calvary. He loves to help folks that really need it and has a chance to share with them too about Christ. That is how our Lord use to help people, heal their problems and walk away knowing did the best for them.
Dot,Kim Jose and his wife. I am sorry but I forgot her name. Hey every Tuesday night Jim and Dot have a prayer meeting. It really is a time to see how each one of them are doing and then sing some songs and open up in prayer. Jim is the one at Calvary that receives the prayer requests from the missionaries around the world that Calvary support. Jim and his wife Dot have been on the mission field for many years. They are like taking a break for now. So they both help out at Calvary during the week. These are sure sweet people and every time I come to town they ask me to coming over and have dinner with them. Then we have a nice time to get some what caught up on all that has been happening around.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
What is rest all about
Well since I have been here I really have not done that. But God has made a way that I would have not thought about. I had a meeting with Pastor Jym, he over seeing the mission depart at Calvary. While I am in town we usually connect. So Thursday we did. he was asking about how I have been resting???? I pretty told him, what and how can you do that? He gave me $5.00 and told me to go to a place called Tamarc Movies. he told it will cost $4.00 for the show and enjoy what I can get for $1.00. I got there around 5:15pm. Thinking most show in the Bahamas start around 6pm. So I walked in and I was told the only movie open now was Marlyn story. I yes okay, she gave me discount too. 55 and older, it only cost $3.71. I asked about a coke and popcorn? That cost $4.50. Not bad. I really did enjoy the movie. I said below I would not pay to see that kind of movie. But like I said God set it up and I really did enjoy it. It is about a young man that tries to help her. He falls in love and then. i will stop there. maybe you will want to see it?
Monday, February 06, 2012
A guy took his blonde girlfriend to her first football game
They had great seats right behind their team's bench. After the game, he asked her how she liked the experience. "Oh, I really liked it" she replied, "especially the tight pants and all the big muscles, but I just couldn't understand why they were killing each other over 25 cents."Dumbfounded, her date asked, "What do you mean?" "Well" she said "They flipped a coin, one team got it and then, for the rest of the game all they kept screaming was "Get the quarterback! Get the quarterback!" I'm like......Helloooooo?? It's only 25 cents!!!!!`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````Remember this is a joke.
Hey I have been in Fort Lauderdale now since Feb 2. When I first got here I was riding a bicycle. The reason was the car I was hoping for was still in the shop. So I saw a old friend and she gave me her hubby's bicycle to ride while here. It really has been a nice time to pray and ask Him to protect me on these roads here. I use to ride all the time while I was here living. I don't remember how fast they drive around here? Boy He has been watching over me.
I had a chance Friday to go see a family that has been supporting me since I been over at the Bahamas. Plus I was asked to do a inter view with one of the grand children (Tina). She came over with CCA 8th graders in Jan.I think it went well with her. If any one out there has very sat and asked me questions about any thing. I can sure talk and tell you story after story. If you did know this I have been on this earth now 60 years and I have had a lot of tings in my life, some not to good but most I would not change if I could.
I have been going to McDonald's for doing my inter net tings. Some days it works. The reason is I have not check out my e mails since Friday morning.
I will be putting some pictures up later on this week. I am sorry but riding a bicycle and taking pictures have not happen to much.
Oh so yesterday, I saw a some old friends, Charlie and Julie Davis. I had a nice time with them yesterday. Charlie gave me his Ford Ranger to drive while in town. It really is Julie's truck, she told me it would be okay.
So today I will be ruining here and there. I will still ride the bike some what. I can tell you this. I really need to ride more. I went to Walmart a couple of days ago. Found out I have gone up a couple of sizes in shorts.I have been thinking it was the water while I wash my clothes. Now is that funny. How the waste changes but mot the shirt size???
Hey I have been in Fort Lauderdale now since Feb 2. When I first got here I was riding a bicycle. The reason was the car I was hoping for was still in the shop. So I saw a old friend and she gave me her hubby's bicycle to ride while here. It really has been a nice time to pray and ask Him to protect me on these roads here. I use to ride all the time while I was here living. I don't remember how fast they drive around here? Boy He has been watching over me.
I had a chance Friday to go see a family that has been supporting me since I been over at the Bahamas. Plus I was asked to do a inter view with one of the grand children (Tina). She came over with CCA 8th graders in Jan.I think it went well with her. If any one out there has very sat and asked me questions about any thing. I can sure talk and tell you story after story. If you did know this I have been on this earth now 60 years and I have had a lot of tings in my life, some not to good but most I would not change if I could.
I have been going to McDonald's for doing my inter net tings. Some days it works. The reason is I have not check out my e mails since Friday morning.
I will be putting some pictures up later on this week. I am sorry but riding a bicycle and taking pictures have not happen to much.
Oh so yesterday, I saw a some old friends, Charlie and Julie Davis. I had a nice time with them yesterday. Charlie gave me his Ford Ranger to drive while in town. It really is Julie's truck, she told me it would be okay.
So today I will be ruining here and there. I will still ride the bike some what. I can tell you this. I really need to ride more. I went to Walmart a couple of days ago. Found out I have gone up a couple of sizes in shorts.I have been thinking it was the water while I wash my clothes. Now is that funny. How the waste changes but mot the shirt size???
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
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COSTELLO CALLS TO BUY A COMPUTER FROM ABBOTT
ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
COSTELLO: Thanks I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.
ABBOTT: Mac?
COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.
ABBOTT: Your computer?
COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.
ABBOTT: Mac?
COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.
ABBOTT: What about Windows?
COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?
ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?
COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?
ABBOTT: Wallpaper.
COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.
ABBOTT: Software for Windows?
COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business. What do you have?
ABBOTT: Office.
COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?
ABBOTT: I just did.
COSTELLO: You just did what?
ABBOTT: Recommend something.
COSTELLO: You recommended something?
ABBOTT: Yes.
COSTELLO: For my office?
ABBOTT: Yes.
COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?
ABBOTT: Office.
COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!
ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.
COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer
and I want to type a proposal. What do I need?
ABBOTT: Word.
COSTELLO: What word?
ABBOTT: Word in Office.
COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.
ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.
COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?
ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue 'W'.
COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue 'W' if you don't start with some straight answers. What about financial bookkeeping? Do you have anything I can track my money with?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?
ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.
COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?
ABBOTT: Yes. At no extra charge.
COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?
ABBOTT: One copy.
COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?
ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.
COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?
ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT!
After few days later
ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?
ABBOTT: Click on 'START'…….
ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
COSTELLO: Thanks I'm setting up an office in my den and I'm thinking about buying a computer.
ABBOTT: Mac?
COSTELLO: No, the name's Lou.
ABBOTT: Your computer?
COSTELLO: I don't own a computer. I want to buy one.
ABBOTT: Mac?
COSTELLO: I told you, my name's Lou.
ABBOTT: What about Windows?
COSTELLO: Why? Will it get stuffy in here?
ABBOTT: Do you want a computer with Windows?
COSTELLO: I don't know. What will I see when I look at the windows?
ABBOTT: Wallpaper.
COSTELLO: Never mind the windows. I need a computer and software.
ABBOTT: Software for Windows?
COSTELLO: No. On the computer! I need something I can use to write proposals, track expenses and run my business. What do you have?
ABBOTT: Office.
COSTELLO: Yeah, for my office. Can you recommend anything?
ABBOTT: I just did.
COSTELLO: You just did what?
ABBOTT: Recommend something.
COSTELLO: You recommended something?
ABBOTT: Yes.
COSTELLO: For my office?
ABBOTT: Yes.
COSTELLO: OK, what did you recommend for my office?
ABBOTT: Office.
COSTELLO: Yes, for my office!
ABBOTT: I recommend Office with Windows.
COSTELLO: I already have an office with windows! OK, let's just say I'm sitting at my computer
and I want to type a proposal. What do I need?
ABBOTT: Word.
COSTELLO: What word?
ABBOTT: Word in Office.
COSTELLO: The only word in office is office.
ABBOTT: The Word in Office for Windows.
COSTELLO: Which word in office for windows?
ABBOTT: The Word you get when you click the blue 'W'.
COSTELLO: I'm going to click your blue 'W' if you don't start with some straight answers. What about financial bookkeeping? Do you have anything I can track my money with?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: That's right. What do you have?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: I need money to track my money?
ABBOTT: It comes bundled with your computer.
COSTELLO: What's bundled with my computer?
ABBOTT: Money.
COSTELLO: Money comes with my computer?
ABBOTT: Yes. At no extra charge.
COSTELLO: I get a bundle of money with my computer? How much?
ABBOTT: One copy.
COSTELLO: Isn't it illegal to copy money?
ABBOTT: Microsoft gave us a license to copy Money.
COSTELLO: They can give you a license to copy money?
ABBOTT: Why not? THEY OWN IT!
After few days later
ABBOTT: Super Duper computer store. Can I help you?
COSTELLO: How do I turn my computer off?
ABBOTT: Click on 'START'…….
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