You MUST enlarge the picture to see the ‘dinner’ receipt…
While I don’t know if it is REALLY ‘the One’ but it does bare looking at!
How many zeros in a billion?
This is too true to be funny.
The next time you hear a politician use the
word ‘billion’ in a casual manner, think about
whether you want the ‘politicians’ spending
Are all your calculators broken??
Building Permit Tax
CDL License Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Federal Income Tax (Fed)
Federal Unemployment Tax (FU TA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Permit Tax
Hunting License Tax
IRS Interest Charges (tax on top of tax)
IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax)
Marriage License Tax
Real Estate Tax
Service charge taxes
Social Security Tax
Road Usage Tax (Truckers)
Recreational Vehicle Tax
State Income Tax
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA)
Telephone Federal Excise Tax
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fee Tax
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Tax Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax
Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax
Telephone State and Local Tax
Telephone Usage Charge Tax
Vehicle License Registration T ax
Vehicle Sales Tax
Watercraft Registration Tax
Well Permit Tax
Workers Compensation Tax
(And to think, we left British Rule to avoid so many taxes)
STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?
What the heck happened?????
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago…
and our nation was the most prosperous in the world.We had absolutely no national debt…
We had the largest middle class in the world…
and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
Can you spell ‘politicians!’
And I still have to press ‘1’ for English.
I hope this goes around the USA at least 100 times
YOUR tax money.
Ruth went to her mail box and there was only one letter. She picked it up
and looked at it before opening, but then she looked at the envelope again.
There was no stamp, no postmark, only her name and address.
She read the letter:
I’m going to be in your neighborhood Saturday afternoon and I’d like to stop
by for a visit.
Her hands were shaking as she placed the letter on the table. “Why would
the Lord want to visit me? I’m nobody special. I don’t have anything to
offer.” With that thought, Ruth remembered her empty kitchen cabinets.
“Oh my goodness, I really don’t have anything to offer. I’ll have to run
down to the store and buy something for dinner.” She reached for her purse
and counted out its contents. Five dollars and forty cents.
“Well, I can get some bread and cold cuts, at least.” She threw on her coat
and hurried out the doo r. A loaf of french bread, a half-pound of sliced
turkey, and a carton of milk…leaving Ruth with grand total of twelve cents
to last her until Monday. Nonetheless, she felt good as she headed home, her
meager offerings tucked under her arm.
“Hey lady, can you help us, lady?” Ruth had been so absorbed in her dinner
plans, she hadn’t even noticed two figures huddled in the alleyway. A man
and a woman, both of them dressed in little more than rags.
“Look lady, I ain’t got a job, ya know, and my wife and I have been living
out here on the street, and, well, now it’s getting cold and we’re getting
kinda hungry and, well, if you could help us, lady, we’d really appreciate
Ruth looked at them both. They were dirty, they smelled bad and, frankly,
she was certain that they could get some kind of work if they really wanted
“Sir, I’d like to help you, but I’m a poor woman myself. All I have is a few
cold cuts and some bread, and I’m having an important guest for dinner
tonight and I was planning on serving that to Him.”
“Yeah, well, okay lady, I understand. Thanks anyway.” The man put his arm
around the woman’s shoulders, turned and headed back into the alley. As she
watched them leave, Ruth felt a familiar twinge in her heart.
“Sir, wait!” The couple stopped and turned as she ran down the alley after
them. “Look, why don’t you take this food. I’ll figure out something else to
serve my guest.” She handed the man her grocery bag.
“Thank you lady. Thank you very much!”
“Yes, thank you!” It was the man’s wife, and Ruth could see now that she was
“You know, I’ve got another coat at home. Here, why don’t you take this
one.” Ruth unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it over the woman’s
Then smiling, she turned and walked back to the street…without her coat
and with nothing to serve her guest. “Thank you lady! Thank you very much!”
Ruth was chilled by the time she reached her front door, and worried too.
The Lord was coming to visit and she didn’t have anything to offer Him. She
fumbled through her purse for the door key. But as she did, she noticed
another envelope in her mailbox.
“That’s odd. The mailman doesn’t usually come twice in one day.” She took
the envelope out of the box and opened it.
It was so good to see you again. Thank you for the lovely meal. And thank
you, too, for the beautiful coat.
The air was still cold, but even without her coat, Ruth no longer noticed.
— Author Unknown
Sent: Wed, 9 Jan 2008 3:58 am
Subject: Fw: Who is Barack Obama?
Who is Barack Obama? ONE YOU MUST FORWARD TO ALL
Very interesting and something that should be considered in your choice.
If you do not ever forward anything else, please forward this to
all your contacts…this is very scarey to think of what lies ahead
of us here in our own United States …better heed this and pray about
it and share it.
We checked this out on ‘ snopes.com’. It is factual. Check for yourself.
Who is Barack Obama?
Probable U. S. presidential candidate, Barack Hussein Obama was
born in Honolulu , Hawaii , to Barack Hussein Obama, Sr., a black MUSLIM
from Nyangoma-Kogel , Kenya and Ann Dunham, a white ATHIEST from Wichita ,
Obama’s parents met at the University of Hawaii . When Obama was
two years old, his parents divorced. His father returned to Kenya
His mother then married Lolo Soetoro, a RADICAL Muslim from Indonesia
When Obama was 6 years old, the family relocate to Indonesia . Obama
attended a MUSLIM school in Jakarta . He also spent two years in a
Obama takes great care to conceal the fact that he is a Muslim. He is
quick to point out that, ‘He was once a Muslim, but that he also
attended Catholic school.’
Obama’s political handlers are attempting to make it appear that he is not a radical.
Obama’s introduction to Islam came via his father, and that this
influence was temporary at best. In reality, the senior Obama returned
to Kenya soon after the divorce, and never again had any direct influence
over his son’s education.
Lolo Soetoro, the second husband of Obama’s mother, Ann Dunham, introduced
his stepson to Islam. Obama was enrolled in a Wahabi school in Jakarta
Wahabism is the RADICAL teaching that is followed by the Muslim terrorists
who are now waging Jihad against the western world Since it is
expedient to be a CHRISTIAN when seeking major public office in the United
States, Barack Hussein Obama has joined the United Church of Christ in an
attempt to downplay his Muslim background.
ALSO,keep in mind that when he was sworn into office he DID NOT use the
Holy Bible, but instead the Koran. Barack Hussein Obama will NOT recite
Pledge of Allegience nor will he show any reverence for our flag. While
others place their hands over their hearts, Obama turns his back to the
Let us all remain alert concerning Obama’s expected presidential
The Muslims have said they plan on destroying the US from the inside
out, what better way to start than at the highest level. through the
Presiden t of the United States . One of their own!!!
Please forward t o eveyone you know. Would you want this man leading our
country ……. NOT ME!!!!!!!
This I received a short time ago from a member of a group.
I ejoyed it — hope you will too!
From Dust to Dust
After church, Robbie tells his parents he has to go and talk to the minister right away. They agree and the
pastor greets the family.
“Pastor,” Robbie says, “I heard you say today that our bodies came from the dust.” “That’s right, Johnny, I
did.””And I heard you say that when we die, our bodies go back to dust.” “Yes, I’m glad you were listening.
Why do you ask?” “Well you better come over to our house right away and look under my bed ’cause
there’s someone either comin’ or goin’!”
A CUTE READ RECEIVED IN AN E-MAL!
A good story you can tell even your youngest child and they will know the
difference between a liberal Democrat and a conservative Republican.
I remember the time that Catherine, one of my daughter Shannon’s friends when she was little, told me that she wanted to be President one day. Both of her parents are liberal Democrats and were standing there with us and I asked Catherine, ‘If you were President what would be the first thing you would do?’
Catherine replied, ‘I would give houses to all the homeless people.’
‘Wow, what a worthy goal you have there, Catherine.’ I told her, ‘You don’t have to wait until you are President to do that, you can come over to my house and clean up all the dog poop in the back yard and I will pay you $5. Then we can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $5 to use for a new house.’
Catherine, who was about 4, thought that over for a second, while her mom looked at me, and Catherine replied, ‘Why doesn’t the homeless guy come over and clean up the dog poop and you can pay him the $5.’
Welcome to the Republican Party, Catherine.
Today – October 10, 2008
Well – 7 – seven weeks ago today is when Daddy had his open heart surgery!
The valve replacement and two by-passes.
How time flies! At imes is seems so much longer – because he is doing so
well. He is walking around – now driving the car – and a couple of times
He is not one to keep down. Mother has done a wonderful job in keeping
an eye on him. Making sure that something he want to do is within his limit!
Mother is getting more rest now, and Daddy’s sleep at night is becoming better.
The one thing that henders him — eating! he eats several times a day, and still
has to eat soft food because of his teeth! They just do not work. Two reasons
– one they were not made right in the first place — second he as lost a bit of
weight down to 140 from 149 – and not wearing they for a few weeks because
his mouth was sore. But all-in-all — doing ok.
The Problem that I have is that Mother tells me of his despression (which I can tell-
whenhe is not himself) and have told Mother to tell him that epression goes along
with his recovery – and she says that shes never heard of that – so she will not tell
him. I’ve told her that I have it on good authority that that is one of the (side) effects
that comes from the surgery – yet she refuses to tel him – because no one has told
her! Yet I asked he – if I would lie to her about that – she said probably not –
I cannot mention it to Daddy because he does not want me to know that he’s been
depressed! This is my frustration when I can tell he does not feel well – both
physically and emotionally …. There have been a couple of days when his face
almost did not look like him.
Still so many emotions are tucked inside of me. The fright that the surgery had to take
place in the first place. The dealings during the hospital stay – being told by
Mother that they did not want me – nor need me for anything! Making trips back
and forth to the store – taking them to the doctors .. yet I’m not needed or wanted –
but I will do want they want me to do. I don’t think I’ve really let out a good cry
that everything is OK!
More News —-
On August 11th after three weeks & 3 days after heart surgery a very dear friend of
mine died. I had spoken with him on Saturday and I got the call from TN on Wednesday
that on Monday he had died! What a shock. He was 57 – only one year older than me
who I have know for close to 35years! His surgery was on the 18th of August (in Tennessee)
where he lived … he went home on the 27th .. we spoke evey couple of days because I &
he knew each other…He needed the sleep and rest … so he would call when he woke
and wanted to talk. I really miss him…how I would love to talk to him now about my
feelings — he would always make me feel better. He always called me His “little Sister”
and he was just like my big brother (as I’ve lost both of my brothers) ..We could & did
talk about everything. I miss him.
Two adorable white kitens were left by their mother – yes I had been feeding them because
I knew they were/are strays – but I never guessed that she would to have apparently left
them here. But Charlie (my cat) did start to take care of them – would play and look after them
if he saw them going toward the street – he went to get them!…so to keep things friendsly
so that I could get to them to get them a good home, so called one ‘little bit’ another ‘keyk’
–one I know now is a boy (so from ‘little bit’ to ‘little man’) the other still no idea!
Oh and both are white with black tone tales smugged ears … and the one ‘kayk’ has a black mark
over the left eye .. so all was going well —UNTIL the 21st of September – my cat Charlie
was in a horrible fight on top of my roof.
I do not know if i was anoher cat – or something else (coon) … becasue I could not see —
only hear the cries of my cat! Horrible. Trying to spray water from the hose on the roof
and not sure that any of it helped. When he finally came down – would not let me look at him
to see what was wrong, so the next morning was evident – his head and right ear. So for the
next two + weeks doctored his ear with peroxide .. and let him rest. A few days later tried being
outside and he wanted back in! With a few more days of tlc yesterday he was again playing
in the evening with the kittens then came back in for the night….so progress is slow but
working. He will be OK!
all these things were going on back and forth not being able to keep much of anything straight
I’ve been working on My WebSite – New Beginnings -…which will now allow me to not
be on a ‘host’ that does not work properly – Bravenet that has a bad wrap with me – and all
the problem with Geocities — so onward to Comcast ! with their PWP’g all the files ar safe
and generated via Frontpage.
So I hope it works!
— this week Monday and Tuesday.. new roof on this house. All that banging…glad it’s
done. They did a wonderful job.
Now I’m out of here!
Hope that all is well with each of you.
Need A Push?
A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o’clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
“Not a chance,” says the husband, “it is three o’clock in the morning!” He slams the door and returns to bed.
“Who was that?” asked his wife.
“Just some drunk guy asking for a push,” he answers.
“Did you help him?” she asks.
“No, I did not, it is three in the morning and it is pouring outside!”
“Well, you have a short memory,” says his wife. “Can’t you remember about three months ago when we broke down and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!”
The man does as he’s told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pouring rain. He calls out into the dark,
“Hello, are you still there?”
“Yes,” comes back the answer.
“Do you still need a push?” calls out the husband.
“Yes, please!” comes the reply from the dark.
“Where are you?” asks the husband.
Replies the drunk – “Over here on the swing!”
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