tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56949279899270532802024-03-07T05:00:01.725-05:00Suzy's BloomersI've moved !!!
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http://justsimplesomethings.blogspot.comSuzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.comBlogger415125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-32790758171250762922010-03-25T13:35:00.022-04:002010-10-19T11:33:45.987-04:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: x-large;">" Suzy’s Bloomers "</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">has relocated </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">and is now</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">" Just Simple Somethings"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">{click link below}</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://justsimplesomethings.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://justsimplesomethings.blogspot.com/</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">I exported this old blog into my</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> new blog and gave it a new name</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"> but everything else stayed </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">exactly the same! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-17470116817726619592010-03-21T18:18:00.002-04:002010-03-21T18:19:59.787-04:00Everything changes...<div align="center">Why the <span style="font-size:large;">name change?</span><br />B<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">ack</span> in 2007 when I started this blog, <span style="font-size:large;">I wasn't even sure what a blog was.</span> My main interest at that time was my flower garden, thus the name "Suzy's Bloomers".<br />I thought it was a catchy name for a blog about flowers...<br /><span style="font-size:large;">what I didn't realize</span> was that apparently in a lot of countries they still call <span style="font-size:large;"><span style="font-size:small;">underwear</span> "bloomers"</span> a<span class="goog-spellcheck-word">nd</span> when I check my site meter, that's what many of my visitors are looking for...<span style="font-size:large;">fancy panties!</span></div>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-72523055311655896142010-03-19T14:09:00.000-04:002010-03-19T14:09:32.007-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pJToXypzLkVijaPFPSid2-RgyFsPihofvcR99TwBg8jBCsGNMixc7CNIhKnBZSF4uhwDsgzxFsCDehI_SBu6dPiLvcJ2dLFsoUHElgcUsQSe3Tgi1Qt-TNLvfufDWOvqAimUqqznlds/s1600-h/oct1031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pJToXypzLkVijaPFPSid2-RgyFsPihofvcR99TwBg8jBCsGNMixc7CNIhKnBZSF4uhwDsgzxFsCDehI_SBu6dPiLvcJ2dLFsoUHElgcUsQSe3Tgi1Qt-TNLvfufDWOvqAimUqqznlds/s400/oct1031.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">Life is a grindstone. Whether it <span style="font-size: x-large;">grinds us down</span> or <span style="font-size: x-large;">polishes us up</span>, depends on us.”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">L. Thomas Holdcroft</span>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-8800462502710350332010-03-13T14:14:00.000-05:002010-03-13T14:14:52.992-05:00On the Light Side..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BMl7gvmi3vePTH1ZypxGkRi89vzH8EYikp50E0zyduS68-hTYdLGE77m0Skmy38coMcc_VYKhjfnNzex87uXV9PxsH8g52uDui-Ft5aCL8j-h0i6LLRUj2xegS0SCGTAZbpnkOz0-l0/s1600-h/jokeee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6BMl7gvmi3vePTH1ZypxGkRi89vzH8EYikp50E0zyduS68-hTYdLGE77m0Skmy38coMcc_VYKhjfnNzex87uXV9PxsH8g52uDui-Ft5aCL8j-h0i6LLRUj2xegS0SCGTAZbpnkOz0-l0/s400/jokeee.jpg" vt="true" width="303" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLjLTpUpJnaxn6GUqU2pw5wJw8CekUweHvtu9yN40GLJ_8-By3DiEAq1nmg1-iErgZ_iBPyy-cLweUlZUmSop_GEcHr5bkVnOV5Wpfpnt7sT0tC7KuOSubTSYjpOAfaH30XaAB0v8mk8/s1600-h/JOKEEE-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLjLTpUpJnaxn6GUqU2pw5wJw8CekUweHvtu9yN40GLJ_8-By3DiEAq1nmg1-iErgZ_iBPyy-cLweUlZUmSop_GEcHr5bkVnOV5Wpfpnt7sT0tC7KuOSubTSYjpOAfaH30XaAB0v8mk8/s400/JOKEEE-1.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-71506721359237898502010-03-09T13:47:00.000-05:002010-03-09T13:47:01.211-05:00CARAMEL PECAN ROLLS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nD3u8d3vpgCbU4TnpTjc-5l63p2uNdcutP9Maa2NasmTvnVkSydDpZXR9zD3if86oqL9zwUhpRPnXZ9wMJ3fpVd5I86AzEZeDCXJC0WjsOmS0y3SqnPC8ImudyznyzyO9TFsQoDYfQs/s1600-h/r47855fp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nD3u8d3vpgCbU4TnpTjc-5l63p2uNdcutP9Maa2NasmTvnVkSydDpZXR9zD3if86oqL9zwUhpRPnXZ9wMJ3fpVd5I86AzEZeDCXJC0WjsOmS0y3SqnPC8ImudyznyzyO9TFsQoDYfQs/s400/r47855fp.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />
1 can (17.5 oz) Pillsbury Grands! refrigerated cinnamon rolls with icing<br />
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2 Tablespoons butter<br />
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1 cup chopped pecans<br />
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¼ cup packed brown sugar<br />
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4 teaspoons water<br />
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DIRECTIONS <br />
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Bake cinnamon rolls as directed on package.<br />
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To caramelize pecans, melt butter in 10-inch skillet over medium heat; add pecans. Cook, stirring constantly, 1 minute or until butter just starts to brown. Pecans can burn easily, so don't walk away from the stove. Add brown sugar and water. Cook, stirring constantly, until the brown sugar melts and bubbles, about 2 minutes. Spoon over buns while they are hot out of the oven.<br />
Remove cover from icing; microwave on Medium (50%) 5 to 10 seconds or until thin enough to drizzle. Drizzle over warm buns. Serve warm.Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-82087834024982845432010-03-07T19:24:00.000-05:002010-03-07T19:24:52.028-05:00The choices we make..The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, <br />
but shorter tempers; <br />
<br />
We buy more, <br />
but enjoy it less; <br />
<br />
We have bigger houses, <br />
and smaller families; <br />
<br />
More conveniences, <br />
but less time; <br />
<br />
We have more degrees, <br />
but less sense; <br />
<br />
More knowledge, <br />
but less judgment; <br />
<br />
<br />
We drink too much, <br />
smoke too much, <br />
spend too recklessly, <br />
laugh too little, <br />
drive too fast, <br />
get too angry too quickly, <br />
stay up too late, <br />
get up too tired, <br />
read too little, <br />
watch TV too much, <br />
and pray too seldom; <br />
<br />
We have multiplied our possessions, <br />
but reduced our values; <br />
<br />
We talk too much, <br />
love too seldom, <br />
and hate too often; <br />
<br />
We've learned how to make a living, <br />
but not a life; <br />
<br />
We've added years to life, <br />
not life to years; <br />
<br />
We've been all the way to the moon and back, <br />
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor; <br />
<br />
We've cleaned up the air, <br />
but polluted the soul; <br />
<br />
We plan more, <br />
but accomplish less; <br />
<br />
We have higher incomes, <br />
but lower morals; <br />
<br />
We've become long on quantity, <br />
but short on quality; <br />
<br />
These are the times of fast foods <br />
and slow digestion; <br />
<br />
More leisure, <br />
but less fun; <br />
<br />
More kinds of food, <br />
but less nutrition; <br />
<br />
These are days of two incomes, <br />
but more divorce; <br />
<br />
Of fancier houses, <br />
but broken homes; <br />
<br />
These are days of quick trips, <br />
disposable diapers, <br />
throw away morality, <br />
one-night stands, <br />
overweight bodies, <br />
and pills that do everything from cheer <br />
to quiet, to kill; <br />
<br />
We are called to make many choices, <br />
that affect many people <br />
and we live with the consequences. <br />
<br />
Let our choices be the type that lift up God <br />
and bring glory to His name.Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-85503181226859607242010-03-06T13:01:00.001-05:002010-03-06T13:02:15.356-05:00Words for Life's Journey<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DS6bCZ4Gs0zsgrkfcgKbfPD_3KRHcFQym7kn19PsK3rc5SUcw6T9ptF6D6t23t5HNXrgBGEtrE2BRgBDSs6Vf0uLdHwfB2IiwFSlHUOdSrw0sGGhJyGmI2gDJRPAIUQdbWQHGoaJzo0/s1600-h/073.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DS6bCZ4Gs0zsgrkfcgKbfPD_3KRHcFQym7kn19PsK3rc5SUcw6T9ptF6D6t23t5HNXrgBGEtrE2BRgBDSs6Vf0uLdHwfB2IiwFSlHUOdSrw0sGGhJyGmI2gDJRPAIUQdbWQHGoaJzo0/s400/073.JPG" width="400" height="300" kt="true" /></a></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;">“Among the things you can give</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"> and still keep</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"> are your word, a smile, and a grateful heart.”<br /></span>—Zig Ziglar<br />(1926-); motivational author, speaker </p>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-43220219546258511672010-02-24T09:40:00.000-05:002010-02-24T09:40:32.215-05:00Words for Life's Journey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTm52oIQ6ptMZ5WrrPPlD5B4ZOHj1IRqPDinh1_5jDwzPwanRPhVGggR1qbUr12GiUV6OAHehxI5E1bNSZ4Is-R6r1y-gvwb-pYfEQFqt4CgzhrsQWvSO9Yo7Qq9ZmPuhZYxk-Yghp6cY/s1600-h/oct1031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTm52oIQ6ptMZ5WrrPPlD5B4ZOHj1IRqPDinh1_5jDwzPwanRPhVGggR1qbUr12GiUV6OAHehxI5E1bNSZ4Is-R6r1y-gvwb-pYfEQFqt4CgzhrsQWvSO9Yo7Qq9ZmPuhZYxk-Yghp6cY/s400/oct1031.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>“When you do <span style="font-size: large;">nothing</span>, <br />
you feel <span style="font-size: large;">overwhelmed and powerless</span>.<br />
But when you<span style="font-size: large;"> get involved</span>, you feel <br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the sense of hope and accomplishment</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>that comes from knowing <span style="font-size: large;">you are</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> working to make things better.” </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-86139579489858196592010-02-22T10:43:00.000-05:002010-02-22T10:43:41.109-05:00~ On the lighter side ~One day my mother was out and my dad was looking after me. <br />
<br />
<br />
I was maybe 2 1/2 years old and had just recovered from a bad cold. Someone had given me a <span style="font-size: large;">little tea set</span> as a get-well gift and it was one of my favorite toys. <br />
<br />
Dad was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I brought Daddy a little cup of "tea," which was just water. <span style="font-size: large;">After several cups of tea and lots of praise for such good tea,</span> my mom came home. <br />
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Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of tea. ("It's just the cutest thing!") My mom waited and sure enough, I came down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy. She watched him drink it, then said (as only a mother would<span style="font-size: large;">)..."Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water is from the toilet?"</span> <br />
<br />
(true? I don't know...this was a recent e-mail !Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-70737700628927300302010-02-14T12:26:00.000-05:002010-02-14T12:26:29.990-05:00~ HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY ~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeN0zLJVWe1-31iVuqjFHhYqGXpr5f_4xMNEbnCLezGhgqGy2IiD97ZIrXlcfz5IfrrfIO-B2B1QLEcqfhryRUMnnwhaO_egTukKvDA7SdVBKBWN2aUnJqNvPUzPsYLHTEcHLYXT_L4PY/s1600-h/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeN0zLJVWe1-31iVuqjFHhYqGXpr5f_4xMNEbnCLezGhgqGy2IiD97ZIrXlcfz5IfrrfIO-B2B1QLEcqfhryRUMnnwhaO_egTukKvDA7SdVBKBWN2aUnJqNvPUzPsYLHTEcHLYXT_L4PY/s400/015.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-13282828049006881562010-01-28T11:17:00.003-05:002010-01-28T11:19:24.028-05:00Words for life's journey<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZdCJxVPcE7SgmV0lAosanRc6Um-Lte-Ws-EdP4SflzGmCnOMYhryImvf2qzBagD9VOrRpUBREdJIC_bDP4W-yB9ltW2OrjezCp_aBLTqd0EYygJxZJTlS3LgoWGFpQjhAp-T3fqzXh28/s1600-h/073.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZdCJxVPcE7SgmV0lAosanRc6Um-Lte-Ws-EdP4SflzGmCnOMYhryImvf2qzBagD9VOrRpUBREdJIC_bDP4W-yB9ltW2OrjezCp_aBLTqd0EYygJxZJTlS3LgoWGFpQjhAp-T3fqzXh28/s400/073.JPG" width="400" height="300" mt="true" /></a><br /></div><p>“Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.”<br />—Kahlil Gibran<br />(1883-1931); Artist, Poet, And Writer<br /><br /><br />How you see yourself will determine what kind of life you live. If you’re going to be successful in life and in your Christian walk, you have to have a vision of victory and see yourself the way God sees you: as the head and not the tail, above and not beneath, a victor and not a victim. You will move toward the image that’s in your mind and eventually produce what you keep in front of you.<br />~ Joel Osteen ~ </p>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-17043578676874648522010-01-20T11:29:00.004-05:002010-01-20T11:37:52.003-05:00Almost Wordless Wednesday<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3OYmFBlFKo1Pt0RZaIOxoNYOlIgVZI9CqIzJXKb7jP7Z-w20MJOtIJTDxbuQDPJ-ORarahEmhVu3_0wcDc_dINIQ1l_5pRrQCyQQa7aK7rGGoWbgfsEgmSwDdWma3CC3XQ9zT16o3atc/s1600-h/Top-5.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3OYmFBlFKo1Pt0RZaIOxoNYOlIgVZI9CqIzJXKb7jP7Z-w20MJOtIJTDxbuQDPJ-ORarahEmhVu3_0wcDc_dINIQ1l_5pRrQCyQQa7aK7rGGoWbgfsEgmSwDdWma3CC3XQ9zT16o3atc/s400/Top-5.jpg" width="316" height="400" mt="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj85URULWBqJCGVwQj-fAvbauNO0FmkmiR-dBNdKGoJgIDxQGyIbKpBgsN_IvOXVVMlkXcP020TYdkl4KTE-VXmRTEbrImeo6yM5kmo0udCCFFMXzViHPHzmT0XayyTFa19pocUGf6DMAM/s1600-h/Top-5.jpg" imageanchor="1"></a><br /></div>Looks like this winter for most of the country. (Good Housekeeping - 1958)<br />For more W.W......<a href="http://wordlesswednesday.com/">click here.</a>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-75058528051708471242010-01-19T19:37:00.001-05:002010-01-19T19:38:53.744-05:00This is beautiful…..<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbQPHPILOSIjYUJbCAhq9HbJ_RmvdQQX6AzwHHblqD09OPtyjBtHeBaMKA7GznZkUSP-mG00a4jmJz3EJBEmHTP3888Eo4WejpeH7zpN8JtBj3NW1ZVTUJj2NGf-kEGZx-ipU-pgDAHs/s1600-h/victhand004.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqbQPHPILOSIjYUJbCAhq9HbJ_RmvdQQX6AzwHHblqD09OPtyjBtHeBaMKA7GznZkUSP-mG00a4jmJz3EJBEmHTP3888Eo4WejpeH7zpN8JtBj3NW1ZVTUJj2NGf-kEGZx-ipU-pgDAHs/s400/victhand004.JPG" ps="true" /></a><br /></div><p>Three things in life that, once gone, never come back –<br />Time, Words, Opportunity<br /></p><p><br />Three things in life that may never be lost –<br />Peace, Hope, Honesty<br /></p><p><br />Three things in life that are most valuable –<br />Love, Self-confidence, Friends<br /><br /></p><p>Three things in life that are never certain –<br />Dreams, Success, Fortune<br /></p><p><br />Three things that make a man/woman –<br />Hard work, Sincerity, Commitment<br /></p><p><br />Three things in life that can destroy a man/woman –<br />Alcohol, Pride, Anger<br /></p><p><br />Three things in life that, once lost, hard to build-up -<br />Respect, Trust, Friendship<br /></p><p><br />Three things in life that never fail -<br />True Love, Determination, Belief<br /><br />P.—–pray<br />U.—-until<br />S.—-something<br />H.—-happens </p>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-12370661369757650792010-01-17T13:14:00.001-05:002010-01-17T13:15:14.357-05:00I'd Need A Savior<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT7TOXXLoBRntrtK8puMt4ZjTX-s5lczWPnqNo-ULiEJVR1ZukdXT5hcInrO8XTE5uZL00YXxl6seDErUUA5ro124NQepVoeSERihbLeyflPDum6kw0xCmiazCzMT6mqumNwZua-FrMQ/s1600-h/1aaasheetmusicgfairy2.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmT7TOXXLoBRntrtK8puMt4ZjTX-s5lczWPnqNo-ULiEJVR1ZukdXT5hcInrO8XTE5uZL00YXxl6seDErUUA5ro124NQepVoeSERihbLeyflPDum6kw0xCmiazCzMT6mqumNwZua-FrMQ/s400/1aaasheetmusicgfairy2.jpg" ps="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">How many names </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">can I use to explain<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">the love of my Jesus<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">the life that He gave<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">And so many times<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">will I praise You today<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I lift up my life<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">cuz' You're always the same<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">And my offering<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">to You I bring<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Your name is Jesus<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Your name is Jesus<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">You're the wonderful<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Counselor, my friend<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">You're what I hold on to<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I know that You've brought me through<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">All the days of loss<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">to the cross<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">you knew<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">That I'd need a Savior<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">How many songs<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">can I sing to proclaim<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">Your wondrous love<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">oh, and beauty so great<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">oh, and what would I say<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">If You brought down the rain<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">oh, and every day<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">I walked through the pain<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">my heart would still say, oh<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">You knew<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">that I'd need a Savior<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">“ I’d Need a Savior “ sung by ~ “Among the Thirsty”<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-78530394364621446712010-01-16T12:06:00.002-05:002010-01-16T12:09:18.600-05:00Useless stuff You Just Have to KnowKind of interesting and definitely something different...<br />all have been verified to be essentially true.<br /><br />- A dime has 118 ridges around the edge.<br /><br />- A snail can sleep for three years.<br /><br />- A "jiffy" is an actual unit of time for 1/100th of a second.<br /><br />- Capone's business card said he was a used furniture dealer.<br /><br />- Almonds are members of the peach family.<br /><br />- An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.<br /><br />- "Dreamt" is the only English word that ends in the letters "mt".<br /><br />- Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.<br /><br />- The microwave was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket.<br /><br />- There are 293 ways to make change for a dollar.<br /><br />- There are only four words in the English language which end in "-dous": tremendous, horrendous, stupendous and hazardous.<br /><br />- Your stomach has to produce a new layer of mucus every two weeks; otherwise it will digest itself.<br /><br />- There are more chickens than people in the world.<br /><br />- Bill Gates' first business was Traff-O-Data, a company that created machines which recorded the number of cars<br />passing a given point on a road.<br /><br />- Rubber bands last longer when refrigerated.<br /><br />- Tigers have striped skin, not just striped fur.<br /><br />- The name for Oz in the "Wizard of Oz" was thought up when the creator, Frank Baum, looked at his filing cabinet and saw A-N, and O-Z, hence "Oz."Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-8976048856802384702010-01-11T11:21:00.004-05:002010-01-28T10:54:49.124-05:00Honey Walnut Cream Cheese SpreadThis year, I made an assortment of quick breads for the family when we met for the holidays... banana, pumpkin, and cranberry nut. I've always liked the flavored cream cheeses at Panara's and Bruegger's and I found this recipe on the internet. I mixed up a batch to give with the breads.<br />
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Honey Walnut Cream Cheese Spread<br />
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8 oz. cream cheese, softened<br />
2 Tablespoons honey<br />
2 Tablespoons brown sugar<br />
1 teaspoon vanilla<br />
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon<br />
1 ounce crushed walnuts<br />
Put all ingredients in a bowl, blend with hand mixer.<br />
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EAT UNTIL GONE !<br />
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PS. it was every bit as good as the name brands, maybe better !<br />
Will keep in the fridge for two weeks in a rubbermaid - type container.Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-70110362636757406452010-01-03T10:54:00.000-05:002010-01-03T10:54:15.266-05:00A little inspiration motivation.....Start Over! <br />
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When you've trusted Jesus and walked His way, <br />
When you've felt His hand lead you day by day, <br />
But your steps now take you another way, <br />
Start Over! <br />
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When you've made your plans and they've gone awry, <br />
When you've tried your best and there's no more try, <br />
When you've failed yourself and you don't know why, <br />
Start Over! <br />
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When you've told your friends what you plan to do, <br />
When you've trusted them and they didn't come through, <br />
And now you're all alone and it's up to you, <br />
Start Over! <br />
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When you've failed your kids and they're grown and gone,<br />
When you've done your best but it's turned out wrong, <br />
And now your grandchildren have come along, <br />
Start Over! <br />
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When you've prayed to God so you'll know His will, <br />
When you've prayed and prayed and you don't know still, <br />
When you want to stop cause you've had your fill, <br />
Start Over! <br />
<br />
When you think you're finished and want to quit, <br />
When you've bottomed out in life's deepest pit, <br />
When you've tried and tried to get out of it, <br />
Start Over! <br />
<br />
When the year has been long and successes few, <br />
When December comes and you're feeling blue, <br />
God Gives a January just for you, <br />
Start Over! <br />
<br />
Starting Over means "Victories Won" <br />
Starting Over means "A Race well run" <br />
Starting Over means "The Lord's Will Done: <br />
Don't just sit there . . . <br />
Start Over!Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-15197676312999063432009-12-25T12:31:00.002-05:002009-12-25T12:31:43.176-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvdFRWswiWeiWYFLMWyfx7qtxNLUprV5r2m0KepLo_gTOCmcdgtNMBxGkHteOP06TQz62HJydP5QMwzsLioDt6x5T2lNDbz4jq8F0B67X598auORN7D3jZJNfBC5fJ2J5vdvooJvT-QQ/s1600-h/CHR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvdFRWswiWeiWYFLMWyfx7qtxNLUprV5r2m0KepLo_gTOCmcdgtNMBxGkHteOP06TQz62HJydP5QMwzsLioDt6x5T2lNDbz4jq8F0B67X598auORN7D3jZJNfBC5fJ2J5vdvooJvT-QQ/s400/CHR.jpg" /></a><br />
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Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, <br />
<br />
I searched for the tools to hand to my spouse, <br />
<br />
Instructions were studied and we were inspired, <br />
<br />
in hopes we could manage "Some Assembly Required." <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
The children were quiet (not asleep) in their beds, <br />
<br />
while Dad and I faced the evening with dread: <br />
<br />
A kitchen, two bikes, Barbie's town house to boot! <br />
<br />
And, thanks to Grandpa, a train with a toot! <br />
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<br />
<br />
We opened the boxes, my heart skipped a beat <br />
<br />
"let no parts be missing or parts incomplete!" <br />
<br />
Too late for last-minute returns or replacement; <br />
<br />
if we can't get it right, it goes in the basement! <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
When what to my worrying eyes should appear <br />
<br />
but 50 sheets of directions, concise, but not clear, <br />
<br />
With each part numbered and every slot named, <br />
<br />
so if we failed, only we could be blamed. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
More rapid than eagles the parts then fell out, <br />
<br />
all over the carpet they were scattered about. <br />
<br />
"Now bolt it! Now twist it! Attach it right there! <br />
<br />
Slide on the seats, and staple the stair! <br />
<br />
"Hammer the shelves, and nail to the stand." <br />
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"Honey," said hubby, "you just glued my hand." <br />
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<br />
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And then in a twinkling, I knew for a fact, <br />
<br />
that all the toy dealers had indeed made a pact ,<br />
<br />
to keep parents busy all Christmas Eve night, <br />
<br />
with "assembly required" till morning's first light. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
We spoke not a word, but kept bent at our work, <br />
<br />
till our eyes, they went bleary; our fingers all hurt. <br />
<br />
The coffee went cold and the night, it wore thin, <br />
<br />
before we attached the last rod and last pin. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Then laying the tools away in the chest, <br />
<br />
we fell into bed for a well-deserved rest. <br />
<br />
But I said to my husband just before I passed out, <br />
<br />
"This will be the best Christmas, without any doubt. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Tomorrow we'll cheer, let the holiday ring, <br />
<br />
and not have to run to the store for a thing! <br />
<br />
We did it! We did it! The toys are all set <br />
<br />
for the perfect, most perfect, Christmas, I bet!" <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Then off to dreamland and sweet repose, <br />
<br />
I gratefully went, though I suppose, <br />
<br />
there's something to say for those self-deluded, <br />
<br />
I'd forgotten that BATTERIES are never included!Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-33019226868587226112009-12-19T11:51:00.003-05:002009-12-19T11:59:42.366-05:00There's no place like home for Christmas....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cbsrqoH2Qvp-i0JGT-r5BJTYYzXZoPvwOxff_K-ceEKgq9DiLmi6OK7Y0jF4sWjPzmjenUwLXCEv3O55gtduD_xBA_Sm5qile42DvFzJxxJ8ym0PPn52P7sYxptDfvHlLDZfcck8j88/s1600-h/014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ps="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2cbsrqoH2Qvp-i0JGT-r5BJTYYzXZoPvwOxff_K-ceEKgq9DiLmi6OK7Y0jF4sWjPzmjenUwLXCEv3O55gtduD_xBA_Sm5qile42DvFzJxxJ8ym0PPn52P7sYxptDfvHlLDZfcck8j88/s400/014.jpg" /></a><br />
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BUDAPEST, Hungary - Talk about a reversal of fortunes. <br />
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Two brothers who are so poor they live in a cave on the outskirts of Budapest and get by selling scavenged junk are in line to receive a $6.6 billion inheritance from a long-lost grandmother, the U.K. Daily Telegraph reports. <br />
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Zsolt and Geza Peladi have been informed that they are entitled to the fortune, along with a sister who lives in the United States, the newspaper reported Wednesday.<br />
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Charity workers in Hungary passed on the good news to the brothers after being contacted by lawyers handling the estate of their maternal grandmother, who died recently in Baden-Wurttemberg, Germany, the Telegraph said. <br />
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“We knew our mother came from a wealthy family but she was a difficult person and severed ties with them, and then later abandoned us and we lost touch with her and our father until she eventually died,” Geza Peladi, 43, was quoted as saying by ATV television in Hungary. <br />
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“If this all works out it will certainly make up for the life we have had until now — all we really had was each other — no women would look at us living in a cave,” said Geza Peladi. <br />
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“But with money, maybe we can find a partner and finally have a normal life. We don’t know yet if she even told our grandmother about us. I understand it was only while they were carrying out genealogical research that lawyers found we existed.” <br />
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Under German law, direct descendants are automatically entitled to a share of any estate. As the grandmother’s daughter is dead, the money goes to her grandchildren. <br />
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The brothers said they are trying to track down their mother's death certificate to prove relation to their grandmother before traveling to Germany to claim the fortune. <br />
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The newspaper report didn’t say how the grandmother, whose name was not made public, amassed the fortune.Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-71931696715975994962009-12-14T11:05:00.002-05:002009-12-14T11:05:30.113-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaI684Q0a1WrLdixA890lkgXh-xvAt4pzRhhf5s633-2mVHqZJQIiJG0J7tmkBWy_X4zdNZdLl8fN1xqtK5A_sPRd0JuzAFGzaPYBGSJe1bJzNMIwmGOm2R01hStn2qAiLo_ZrnbR08I/s1600-h/swine-flu-beginnings-title.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rs="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglaI684Q0a1WrLdixA890lkgXh-xvAt4pzRhhf5s633-2mVHqZJQIiJG0J7tmkBWy_X4zdNZdLl8fN1xqtK5A_sPRd0JuzAFGzaPYBGSJe1bJzNMIwmGOm2R01hStn2qAiLo_ZrnbR08I/s400/swine-flu-beginnings-title.jpg" /></a><br />
</div>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-87357409450590281642009-12-07T01:02:00.002-05:002009-12-07T01:04:36.810-05:00~ Words for Life's Journey ~<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEGNfMKuTspb56EotUaGrQqUK62thquJxzLzuf_mpF3ONaTS0hpdTpQsKt_IF6oUlcXQ6UGN1RsBe6AkDNtUlqKuu4pm2IaHr41YkEwKCb2U0RbKMXSFFOY8cmLBeAmfEaG0EjfYqXGo/s1600-h/002-1.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKEGNfMKuTspb56EotUaGrQqUK62thquJxzLzuf_mpF3ONaTS0hpdTpQsKt_IF6oUlcXQ6UGN1RsBe6AkDNtUlqKuu4pm2IaHr41YkEwKCb2U0RbKMXSFFOY8cmLBeAmfEaG0EjfYqXGo/s400/002-1.JPG" er="true" /></a><br /></div><p><br />Only in America...can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance...<br /><br />Only in America...are there handicap parking places in front of a skating rink...</p><p><br />Only in America...do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get a prescription while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.<br /></p><p><br />Only in America...do people order double cheese burgers, a large fry, and a diet coke...<br /></p><p>Only in America...do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters...<br /></p><p>Only in America...do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and leave useless junk in the garage...<br /><br />Only in America...do we use answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we won't miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place...<br /><br /></p><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9wbBAepTZSlGtKZXxzEvG2kNVSV8hjgmpF6W1slObx7v76rC9ig3_com32uvjsuDGpDpphrL2gcgf2PipxLnt9lQps1uOb0svdw7fvNr6yA3XLkvlzn3EQO1YiJpTtIUh1SbN44BdW5E/s1600-h/001.JPG" imageanchor="1"></a><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJlXKVqT0PTLCwHG44MwZ3V-t5TteI2v20Zo8gnb64EvtRIYgtYlRbKnKFd5Gad8wNy4MvVMtZ-zGcEKFeb-zfvIOZiERVMIg0Xlb7PE7urfeQHS4DT5xAMOrz-S8kg1JD20ybxdrG7E/s1600-h/062.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJlXKVqT0PTLCwHG44MwZ3V-t5TteI2v20Zo8gnb64EvtRIYgtYlRbKnKFd5Gad8wNy4MvVMtZ-zGcEKFeb-zfvIOZiERVMIg0Xlb7PE7urfeQHS4DT5xAMOrz-S8kg1JD20ybxdrG7E/s400/062.JPG" er="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator">Life is a grindstone. Whether it grinds you down or polishes you up, depends upon what you’re made of ~ Author Unknown<br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; CLEAR: both" class="separator">But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute. look at it and really see it...live it and never give it back. ~ Erma bombeck </div>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-54817328521478259632009-11-29T09:39:00.000-05:002009-11-29T09:39:23.483-05:00~ Sunday Lyrics ~<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjb_zIg1KIaonC-NHJvKqWWIoKrH7hxTwVlUtq3XaQtBHX1v9npoSpowwdC3c9Eg1gnvnLbbHIa-Fllz5xHn8FgRfHakCGFGQtVF4XQb8EPKrMxdA-YEx-QW4C2QfD4Zw1hIgWT8WEjc/s1600/1aaasheetmusicgfairy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdjb_zIg1KIaonC-NHJvKqWWIoKrH7hxTwVlUtq3XaQtBHX1v9npoSpowwdC3c9Eg1gnvnLbbHIa-Fllz5xHn8FgRfHakCGFGQtVF4XQb8EPKrMxdA-YEx-QW4C2QfD4Zw1hIgWT8WEjc/s400/1aaasheetmusicgfairy2.jpg" yr="true" /></a><br />
</div><strong>The Words I Would Say - Sidewalk Prophets</strong><br />
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Three in the morning, and I’m still awake<br />
So I picked up a pen and a page<br />
And I started writing just what I’d say<br />
If we were face to face<br />
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I’d tell you just what you mean to me<br />
Tell you these simple truths<br />
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CHORUS<br />
Be strong in the Lord<br />
And never give up hope<br />
You’re gonna do great things<br />
I already know<br />
God’s got His hand on You<br />
So don’t live life in fear<br />
Forgive and forget<br />
But don’t forget why you’re here<br />
Take your time and pray<br />
These are the words I would say<br />
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Last time we spoke you said you were hurting<br />
And I felt your pain in my heart<br />
I want to tell you that I keep on praying<br />
That love will find you where you are<br />
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I know cause I’ve already been there<br />
So please hear these simple truths<br />
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CHORUS<br />
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Say… from one simple life to another<br />
I will say… come find peace in the Father<br />
<br />
Be strong in the Lord<br />
And never give up hope<br />
You’re gonna do great things<br />
I already know<br />
God’s got His hand on You<br />
So don’t live life in fear<br />
Forgive and forget<br />
But don’t forget why you’re here<br />
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Take your time and pray<br />
And thank God for each day<br />
His love will find a way<br />
These are the words I would say<br />
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The Words I Would Say - sung by Sidewalk prophetsSuzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5694927989927053280.post-6071273345208496282009-11-26T10:00:00.002-05:002009-11-26T10:02:53.250-05:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtlLrZwpCMcl_r2adEXtaO-P7WUZjZaRhM0NsluVhyhIFApIMJFWhxRrZuQCvzxTX6DUYekqjxuv24dD739-XvZ-BfxdIC-4NwO5F4_c_uWsSSaHbDGjWYT582mFMg3DQthouPX5e6hYw/s1600/007-1.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtlLrZwpCMcl_r2adEXtaO-P7WUZjZaRhM0NsluVhyhIFApIMJFWhxRrZuQCvzxTX6DUYekqjxuv24dD739-XvZ-BfxdIC-4NwO5F4_c_uWsSSaHbDGjWYT582mFMg3DQthouPX5e6hYw/s400/007-1.JPG" yr="true" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white;font-size:large;color:#b45f06;" >I’m Thankful for…</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#b45f06;">My salvation through Christ</span><br /><span style="color:#b45f06;">A loving husband that looks out for me</span><br /><span style="color:#b45f06;">My 91 year-old mom</span><br /><span style="color:#b45f06;">Faithful friends that I hold dear</span><br /><span style="color:#b45f06;">And…</span><br /><br />For the first time in about 25 years, I’m NOT working retail on Black Friday !!!!<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;">Have a wonderful Turkey Day!</span> </span>Suzyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07650696130681003892noreply@blogger.com0