Though I don't have AT&T, I like their commercials. The music and the concepts.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Heroes
You know, there are real heroes out in the world who don't receive medals or big money rewards.
One fellow at work is one. About a year ago, he heard someone in the office talking about the sad, mistreated dog wandering around outside. Heartbroken for the animal, he took the poor dog to a vet. The dog had so many problems most people would've put him to sleep. Instead he paid for the dog's treatments. It was such a long list, I don't remember half of them. Anyway, the vet warned the treatments would be expensive and then he offered a steep discount. Because of the fellow at work (and the vet) the dog is still alive. Now his name is Panama (it actually fits) and he's so happy and healthy as possible.
I use to work with a lady whose husband did something so giving, it brought tears to my eyes. And I was told he did it often. He was walking into a business in a low rent area of downtown Birmingham and spotted two little boys riding their bicycles up and down the sidewalks. A third little boy sat on the steps watching them. He looked so sad.
The man asked, "Why aren't you riding your bike with the other boys?"
The young fellow said, "I don't have a bike."
He looked around. "Stay here. I'll be back." Thirty minutes later, he pulls up in front of the building and sure enough the boy was still there. The man unloaded a brand new bike from the back of his truck. "Here you go."
The boy, eyes wide, asked, "For me?"
The man said, "Yes. Go ahead and tell your mom it was a gift."
The little boy got on the bike, smiling ear to ear, and rode away. He didn't say thank you, but to the man, the smile was enough.
[Edited 9/23/10]
One fellow at work is one. About a year ago, he heard someone in the office talking about the sad, mistreated dog wandering around outside. Heartbroken for the animal, he took the poor dog to a vet. The dog had so many problems most people would've put him to sleep. Instead he paid for the dog's treatments. It was such a long list, I don't remember half of them. Anyway, the vet warned the treatments would be expensive and then he offered a steep discount. Because of the fellow at work (and the vet) the dog is still alive. Now his name is Panama (it actually fits) and he's so happy and healthy as possible.
I use to work with a lady whose husband did something so giving, it brought tears to my eyes. And I was told he did it often. He was walking into a business in a low rent area of downtown Birmingham and spotted two little boys riding their bicycles up and down the sidewalks. A third little boy sat on the steps watching them. He looked so sad.
The man asked, "Why aren't you riding your bike with the other boys?"
The young fellow said, "I don't have a bike."
He looked around. "Stay here. I'll be back." Thirty minutes later, he pulls up in front of the building and sure enough the boy was still there. The man unloaded a brand new bike from the back of his truck. "Here you go."
The boy, eyes wide, asked, "For me?"
The man said, "Yes. Go ahead and tell your mom it was a gift."
The little boy got on the bike, smiling ear to ear, and rode away. He didn't say thank you, but to the man, the smile was enough.
[Edited 9/23/10]
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Temper, Temper
I lost my temper today. I hate doing that. It's never positive or the right thing to do. It wasn't nothing drastic or important. That only makes it worse. It even makes me sick to my stomach. Really. Physically ill. That's why I avoid drama. Thankfully it doesn't happen often.
Sigh.
I'll pray about it and move on and work at being a better person tomorrow.
Sigh.
I'll pray about it and move on and work at being a better person tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Books, Books, Books
Miscellaneous comments about books.
I've gotten my TBR pile down to a reasonable number by giving many of them away. I'm so proud.
You should see my study though. Paper and books everywhere. I hate that it's so messy. No. I won't take a picture. I'm too ashamed.
On another blog I was reading about someone in Florida planning to burn the Quran in protest of 9/11. Sheez! Don't take it out on the book. Instead live a good Christian life and that'll show them.
The only time I've destroyed a book was when the cover and blurb claimed it was a romance but they lied. It did have a romance in it, but when the hero and heroine got back together after whatever conflict kept them apart, the heroine died. Yep. You read it right. DIED! She freaking died! I had invested several days in reading this fat ass novel and the woman died in the end. I didn't shed one tear. Instead I tore it in half and threw it away. I can tell you I've never done anything like that before or since.
Nowadays, I make sure my romances end happy with the two main characters alive, in love, and making love like crazed monkeys.
I've gotten my TBR pile down to a reasonable number by giving many of them away. I'm so proud.
You should see my study though. Paper and books everywhere. I hate that it's so messy. No. I won't take a picture. I'm too ashamed.
On another blog I was reading about someone in Florida planning to burn the Quran in protest of 9/11. Sheez! Don't take it out on the book. Instead live a good Christian life and that'll show them.
The only time I've destroyed a book was when the cover and blurb claimed it was a romance but they lied. It did have a romance in it, but when the hero and heroine got back together after whatever conflict kept them apart, the heroine died. Yep. You read it right. DIED! She freaking died! I had invested several days in reading this fat ass novel and the woman died in the end. I didn't shed one tear. Instead I tore it in half and threw it away. I can tell you I've never done anything like that before or since.
Nowadays, I make sure my romances end happy with the two main characters alive, in love, and making love like crazed monkeys.
Monday, September 6, 2010
LOOK
Sunday, September 5, 2010
Invisible
One of the things I hate about being overweight is having people pretend you're invisible. Well, exactly not just people, but men. It's amazing how if you look them in the eye at the grocery store, they'll get almost a panic look on their face. They're either trying to remember where they know you or hoping you won't flirt with them. Not that I would do the latter.
And don't get me started on being over that certain age...geez!
And don't get me started on being over that certain age...geez!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Beautiful Day
It was beautiful today. The sky was so blue it looked painted on. Started out in the low to mid-70's and got no higher than 82. I opened the sunroof and rolled down the windows of my new-to-me car. Life is good. God is good.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Yep, That's Him
My dad has/had several siblings. My Uncle Freeman has always be one of my favorites. I like his voice. He sounds like the Old South. Let's see if I can describe it. Hmmm. He pronounces his vowels long like any Southern, but rarely drops his G's. He sounds like he's almost hoarse but with a softness. When I hear him, I automatically think of mint juleps, long porches with rocking chairs lined up and ready for wasting the day away, humid summer days and paper church fans.
Anyway, I recently found out my uncle is rather well-known to football fans, especially to those in Alabama. Click here to read the article about him and his late wife.
Fascinating what you turn up about family members on the internet. See. I should go to more family reunions. It has been over twenty years since I've been to one of my dad's side.
Anyway, I recently found out my uncle is rather well-known to football fans, especially to those in Alabama. Click here to read the article about him and his late wife.
Fascinating what you turn up about family members on the internet. See. I should go to more family reunions. It has been over twenty years since I've been to one of my dad's side.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
YAHOO Loops and RWA
We members of RWA love our YAHOO loops. We have one for the general membership in our chapter and hundreds of others for every special group or interest you can imagine. Every day I read emails from around ten loops (and have ten more I've set at no-mail) and most of those are set on digest (means you get around ten or more emails in one long email).
On saying all of that, PEOPLE! Please trim your emails before replying!!!! I hate reading the same email over over again in my effort to get to the new ones. Just pure laziness. Oh, on their part, not mine. I trim mine. It's only polite.
Feeling better. Sheesh! I'm an old gripe lately.
On saying all of that, PEOPLE! Please trim your emails before replying!!!! I hate reading the same email over over again in my effort to get to the new ones. Just pure laziness. Oh, on their part, not mine. I trim mine. It's only polite.
Feeling better. Sheesh! I'm an old gripe lately.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Where Did They Go?
I heard people talking all the time about meeting up with old friends on FaceBook. Well, where in the heck are my old friends? I swear I had some while growing up. One of the disadvantages women have is that we change our last name. My maiden name is in my FaceBook info, but a lot of women don't think to do that.
So if you know the following people who went to Erwin High School, let me know.
Janet Nolde
Veta Bailey
Patricia Cartwright
Margaret Owens
Ninfa Phillips
Stacia Fordham
Bonnie Greathouse
Yeah, I even looked under my high school's FaceBook page. No luck.
So if you know the following people who went to Erwin High School, let me know.
Janet Nolde
Veta Bailey
Patricia Cartwright
Margaret Owens
Ninfa Phillips
Stacia Fordham
Bonnie Greathouse
Yeah, I even looked under my high school's FaceBook page. No luck.
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