<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:24:17.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family and Friends</title><subtitle type='html'>Hello I m telling you the story about My Family and The Friends. Hope you enjoy this Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116969863821744664</id><published>2007-01-24T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:17:18.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Beautifull</title><content type='html'>I know, I am not really spending time writing but posting my emails.  I enjoyed this. I believe there are lots of people, in need as well as angels used to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast at McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good story and is true, please read it all the way through until the end! (After the story, there are some very interesting facts!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother of three (ages 14, 12, 3) and have recently completed my college degree.&lt;br /&gt;The last class I had to take was Sociology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher was absolutel y inspiring with the qualities that I wish every human being had been graced with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last project of the term was called, "Smile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was asked to go out and smile at three people and document their reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very friendly person and always smile at everyone and say hello anyway. So, I thought this would be a piece of cake,&lt;br /&gt;literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after we were assigned the project, my husband, youngest son, and I went out to McDonald's one crisp March morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just our way of sharing special playtime with our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were standing in line, waiting to be served, when all of a sudden everyone around us began to back away, and then&lt;br /&gt;even my husband did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not move an inch... an overwhelming feeling of panic welled up inside of me as I turned to see why they had moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned around I smelled a horrible "dirty body" smell, and there standing behind me were two poor homeless men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked down at the short gentleman, close to me, he was "smiling".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His beautiful sky blue eyes were full of God's Light as he searched for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Good day" as he counted the few coins he had been clutching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second man fumbled with his hands as he stood behind his friend. I realized the second man was mentally challenged and the blue-eyed gentleman was his salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held my tears as I stood there with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young lady at the counter asked him what they wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Coffee is all Miss" because that was all they could afford. (If they wanted to sit in the restaurant and warm up, they had to buy something. He just wanted to be warm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I really felt it - the compulsion was so great I almost reached out and embraced the little man with the blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I noticed all eyes in the restaurant were set on me, judging my every action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and asked the young lady behind the counter to give me two more breakfast meals on a separate tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then walked around the corner to the table that the men had chosen as a resting spot. I put the tray on the table and laid my hand on the blue-eyed gentleman's cold hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at me, with tears in his eyes, and said, "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leaned over, began to pat his hand and said, "I did not do this for you. God is here working through me to give you hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to cry as I walked away to join my husband and son.  When I sat down my husband smiled at me and said, "That is why God gave you to me, Honey, to give me hope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We held hands for a moment and at that time, we knew that only because of the Grace that we had been given were we able to give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not church goers, but we are believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day showed me the pure Light of God's sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to college, on the last evening of class, with this story in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned in "my project" and the instructor read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked up at me and said, "Can I share this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly nodded as she got the attention of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to read and that is when I knew that we as human beings and being part of God share this need to heal people and to be healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my own way I had touched the people at McDonald's, my son, instructor, and every soul that shared the classroom on &lt;br /&gt;the last night I spent as a college student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with one of the biggest lessons I would ever learn:&lt;br /&gt;UNCONDITIONAL ACCEPTANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love and compassion is sent to each and every person who may read this and learn how to&lt;br /&gt;LOVE PEOPLE AND USE THINGS - NOT LOVE THINGS AND USE&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an Angel sent to watch over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for her to work, you must pass this on to the people you want watched over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Angel wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle yourself, use your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To handle others, use your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Gives every bird it's food, but He does not throw it into its nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send it back, you'll see why !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Box of gold&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;With a secret inside&lt;br /&gt;that has never been told&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;This box is priceless&lt;br /&gt;but as I see&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;The treasure inside is&lt;br /&gt;precious to me&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;Today I share this&lt;br /&gt;treasure with thee&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;It's the treasure of&lt;br /&gt;friendship you've&lt;br /&gt;given me.&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116969863821744664?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116969863821744664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116969863821744664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116969863821744664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116969863821744664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-is-beautifull.html' title='This Is Beautifull'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116962360607782839</id><published>2007-01-23T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:26:46.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T BELIEVE THIS MY SELF..YOU CAN LOOK IT UP IF YOU WANT TO</title><content type='html'>Did you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average chocolate bar has 8 insect legs in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rhinoceros horn is made of compacted hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shortest war in history was between Zanzibar and England in 1896. Zanzibar surrendered after 38 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A polar bear's skin is black. Its fur is not white, but actually clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis had a twin brother named Garon, who died at birth, which is why Elvis' middle name was spelled Aron; in honor of his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dueling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are registered blood donors. Donald Duck comics were banned in Finland because he doesn't wear pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people are killed by donkeys annually than are killed in plane crashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewardesses is the longest word typed with only the left hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare invented the word "assassination" and "bump".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep a goldfish in the dark room, it will eventually turn white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women blink nearly twice as much as men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left handed people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sentence "the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" uses every letter in the English language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typewriter is the longest word that can be made using the letters on only one row of the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the population of China walked past you single file, the line would never end because of the rate of reproduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snail can sleep for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Airlines saved $40,000 in 1987 by eliminating one olive from each salad served in first-class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The electric chair was invented by a dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longest word in the English language in 1909 letters long and it refers to a distinct part of DNA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Barbie were life-size her measurements would be 39-23-33. She would stand seven feet, two inches tall and have a neck twice the length of a normal human's neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 1865 is the only month in recorded history not to have a full moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No word in the English language rhymes with month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most common name in the world in Mohammed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jordan makes more money from Nike annually than all of the Nike factory workers in Malaysia combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months, and 6 days you would have produced enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible to sneeze with your eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans eat an average of 18 acres of pizza every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than by a poisonous spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish is the animal with the most taste buds - 27,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live 9 days without its head before it starves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starfish don't have brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Egypt, Priests plucked every hair from their bodies, including their eyebrows and eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, and can pull 30 times its own weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length...it's like a human jumping the length of a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female initiates sex by ripping the male's head off. ("Honey, I'm home. What the....")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a blacklight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe had six toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of all the continents end with the same letter that they start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every episode of Seinfeld there is a Superman somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 4000 years, no new animals have been domesticated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are born without kneecaps. They don't appear until the child reaches 2-6 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first toilet ever seen on television was on "Leave it to Beaver".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the great fire of London in 1666, half of London was burnt down but only 6 people were injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Wendy was made up for the book "Peter Pan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days, you would have produce enough sound energy to heat one cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fart consistently for 6 years and 9 months, enough gas is produced to create the energy of an atomic bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human heart creates enough pressure when it pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pig's orgasm lasts for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average people fear spiders more than they do death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't kill yourself by holding your breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans on the average eat 18 acres of pizza every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you lick a stamp, you're consuming 1/10 of a calorie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than by a poisonous spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient Egypt, Priests plucked every hair from their bodies, including their eyebrows and eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crocodile cannot stick its tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its own weight and always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polar bears are left handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds, that makes the catfish rank #1 for animal having the most taste buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flea can jump 350 times its body length, It's like a human jumping the length of a football field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cockroach will live nine days without it's head, before it starves to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its head is attached to its body. The female initiates sex by ripping the males head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lions mate over 50 times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies taste with their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elephants are the only animals that can't jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cat's urine glows under a blacklight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ostrich's eye is bigger than it's brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apples, not caffeine, are more efficient at waking you up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Hitchcock didn't have a bellybutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pack-a-day smoker will lose approximately 2 teeth every 10 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Do Not get sick from cold weather; it's from being indoors a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sneeze, all bodily functions stop even your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 7% of the population are lefties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 people are sent to the hospital for dog bites every minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies are born without knee caps. They don't appear until they are 2-6 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average person over fifty will have spent 5 years waiting in lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toothbrush was invented in 1498.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average housefly lives for one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40,000 Americans are injured by toilets each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coat hanger is 44 inches long when straightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average computer user blinks 7 times a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating breakfast cereals like "Fruity Pebbles" and "Cap'n Crunch" will cause your stools to come out green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feet are bigger in the afternoon than the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20% of all adults in the US have or have had a cockroach that called their inner ear canal HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The REAL reason ostriches stick their head in the sand is to search for water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the music catalogs that Michael Jackson owns the rights to is the South Carolina State anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all the veins in your body were laid end-to-end, you'd be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In most television commercials advertising milk, a mixture of white paint and a little thinner is used in place of the milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charles and Prince William NEVER travel on the same airplane just in case there is a crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Harley Davidson motorcycle built in 1903 used a tomato can for a carburetor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most hospitals make money by selling the umbilical cords cut from women who give birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humphrey Bogart was related to Princess Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If coloring weren't added to Coca-Cola it would be green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can say you know everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116962360607782839?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116962360607782839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116962360607782839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116962360607782839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116962360607782839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-believe-this-my-selfyou-can.html' title='I DON&apos;T BELIEVE THIS MY SELF..YOU CAN LOOK IT UP IF YOU WANT TO'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116951381094894966</id><published>2007-01-22T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:56:50.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Month Were You Born</title><content type='html'>JANUARY BABY  &lt;br /&gt;Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding. Able to show character. One guy/girl kind of person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves music. Pretty/handsome . Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Takes time to recover when hurt. Sensitive Down-to-Earth. Stubborn. Repost this in 5 mins and you will meet Someone new in 8 days that will perfectly balance your personality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY BABY&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive . Sexiest out of everyone.  Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when Restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. &lt;br /&gt;Gets angry really easily but does not show it.&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things. Daring and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the&lt;br /&gt;Inside not outside. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions. Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone new And realize that  you are a perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH BABY &lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate Shy and &lt;br /&gt;Reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves Peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Observant and assesses others. If you repost this in the next 5 mins,&lt;br /&gt;You will meet your new love in 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APRIL BABY &lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous. &lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and&lt;br /&gt;Sympathetic. Concerned and! Detailed. Loyal. &lt;br /&gt;Does work well with others. Very confident. &lt;br /&gt;Sensitive. Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good memory.  Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Able to Cheer everyone up and/or make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and Others. Understanding. Fun to be around. Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive. Loves sports, music, leisure and traveling. Systematic. Hot but has brains. If you repost this in 5 mins, a Cutie that's caught your eye will make an introduction to you will realize&lt;br /&gt;That you are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY BABY&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly &lt;br /&gt;Motivated. Sharp thoughts! Easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally . Firm Standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Needs no motivation. Shy towards opposite sex. &lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to&lt;br /&gt;Dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good&lt;br /&gt;Imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. &lt;br /&gt;Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike Being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. If you repost this in the Next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone you do Not speak to much in the next 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUNE BABY&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality and are an absolute&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure to be around. You love to make new friends and Be outgoing. You are a great flirt and more than likely have An a very attractive partner. A wicked&lt;br /&gt;Hottie. It is also more than likely that you have a&lt;br /&gt;Massive record collection. You have a great choice in films, and may One day become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck, you've got the Looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you will meet someone that may Possibly become one of your closest friends, if you repost this in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY BABY &lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to&lt;br /&gt;Be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and Forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Judges people through Observations. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5 mins and your reputation will boost someway in the next 12 days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST BABY&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing personality. Takes risks. Feeds on attention.&lt;br /&gt;No self control. Kind Hearted. Self confident. Loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful. Easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every thing's peachy" attitude. Likes talking and singing. loves music. Daydreamer. Easily distracted. Hates not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone". longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or restricted.  "Charming" or "beautiful" to everyone .  Stubborn.  Curious.  Independent. strong willed. a fighter. repost in 5 mins and you will meet the love of your life sometime next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER BABY&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive but tends to&lt;br /&gt;regret. Attractive and affectionate. Insecure.&lt;br /&gt;Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. &lt;br /&gt;Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring.&lt;br /&gt;Suave and generous. Usually you have many friends. Enjoys tender affection. Emotional. Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving, motivates oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore. Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can understand. if you do not repost this in the next 5 mins, someone very close &lt;br /&gt;to you will become mad at you in the next 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER BABY&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves to&lt;br /&gt;be at the center of attention.  Appreciates beauty. &lt;br /&gt;Inner and physical beauty are yours. Spendthrift. &lt;br /&gt;Doesn't pretend but sometimes tells tales. Gets angry often but controls temper. Treats friends importantly. Brave and fearless.  Always making friends. &lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt but recovers easily. Sometimes indecisive. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not always care to control emotions. Unpredictable. Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest  AND sexiest of them all . Repost this in 5 mins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER BABY &lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Wild at times. Knows how to have fun. Sexy and mysterious . Everyone is drawn towards your&lt;br /&gt;inner and outer beauty and independent personality.! Playful, but secretive. Very emotional and temperamental sometimes . Meets new people easily and very social in a group. Fearless and independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the greatest men are born in this month. If you ever begin a relationship with someone from this month, hold on to them because their one of a&lt;br /&gt;kind. Repost in 5 mins &amp; you will excel in a major event coming up sometime this month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER BABY&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means your the most good-looking &lt;br /&gt;person possible...better than all of these other months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive in everything. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in &lt;br /&gt;organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to, though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision, yet complicated to know. Easily influenced! by&lt;br /&gt;kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good&lt;br /&gt;debating skills. Has that someone always on his/her mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116951381094894966?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116951381094894966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116951381094894966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116951381094894966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116951381094894966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-month-were-you-born.html' title='What Month Were You Born'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116839935468546433</id><published>2007-01-09T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:22:34.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not intended for my children or Grandchildren to read</title><content type='html'>I have been listening to oldies lately.  There is nothing like going back and remembering all the wonder music I great up listening.  It just all seems to remind me of my EX lol &lt;br /&gt;For example.  If you can't be with the one you love, the one you're with.  lol Don't think he ever loved anyone but himself and he took the song to mean love the one standing in front of you at the moment, regardless if it's in your office (just lock the door) or on a fishing bank. lol  He knew I wasn't going out to check up on him fishing.  I was a believer, I couldn't leave him if I tried. lol  Yeah, and like a Rubber Ball he'ld come bouncing back to me at bedtime.  The best one that fits him is not and oldies though it's Country.  That's my story and I'm stucking to it.  ROFLMAO  If you knew the jerk you would all be rolling and laughing at that one too.  Even when I caught the man with women.  I was wrong.  That was his story and he was sticking to it. lol gotta see the video... Don't ya just love music.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think my boys read my blog, but if they should I said in the title not intended for you, and I know you're laughing cause you know it's true too. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116839935468546433?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116839935468546433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116839935468546433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116839935468546433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116839935468546433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-intended-for-my-children-or.html' title='Not intended for my children or Grandchildren to read'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116807426499397518</id><published>2007-01-06T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:04:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Follow You.</title><content type='html'>This is a poem I have loved for years.  It is designed for fathers, but I like to think of it for Mothers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Going to Follow You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk a little plainer, Daddy, &lt;br /&gt;Said a little boy so frail.&lt;br /&gt;For I'm following in your footsteps&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to fall.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your steps are very plain&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they're hard to see&lt;br /&gt;So walk a little plainer, Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;For you are leading me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you once walked this way &lt;br /&gt;Many years ago,&lt;br /&gt;And what you did along the way &lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;For sometimes when I'm tempted,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;So walk a little plainer, Daddy&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm following you.&lt;br /&gt;Someday when I'm grown up &lt;br /&gt;You are like I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Then I will have a little boy&lt;br /&gt;Who'll want to follow me.&lt;br /&gt;And I would want to lead him right&lt;br /&gt;And help him to be true.&lt;br /&gt;So walk a little plainer, Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to follow you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116807426499397518?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116807426499397518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116807426499397518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116807426499397518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116807426499397518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-going-to-follow-you.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Follow You.'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116807331347484662</id><published>2007-01-06T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T00:48:33.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Everyone for a Great New Years Party</title><content type='html'>Mary and Bucky hosted a great New Year's Party.  The kids had so much fun.  Sandy and Robert were so patient to play UNO with the little kids too.  I thought that was sweet.  Thanks Robert &amp; Sandy, and for the CDs also Sandy.&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed visiting with Lillian and Monroe too.  However Monroe and Bucky were watching football most of the time. lol Not me cause the PANTHERS weren't playing.  I just watched a few minutes here and there.  &lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed my time at Bucky and Mary's house.  So did the girls they never want to miss school, but they were begging to stay another day. smile  They really are Uncle Bucky and Aunt Mary's girls.  I had so much fun with Justin and Tori and Ryan.  I have the best grandkids in the world. smile .. I know you think you do too Vicki so aren't we lucky grandmas.  Wouldn't change a thing about any of them. Might like to deaf sometimes when they are all together. lol&lt;br /&gt;It was sad for me as well, learning of Shirley Carver's death or Papaw as I knew him.  He was always good to me.  Last time a saw him a couple of years ago he told me to come and visit him, it was his house and he didn't care what anyone else thought.  I wish I would have.   I was always afraid of the conflict I might run into.  Shirley and Beulah Carver were wonderful people and the fall of that family was the death of Beulah.  I am sure that happens in most families when the mother dies.  A mother bonds a famiy together.  Thank goodness for our younger generation of young men.  They are more intelligent and loving husband and fathers.  My sons are good husbands and fathers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116807331347484662?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116807331347484662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116807331347484662' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116807331347484662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116807331347484662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2007/01/thanks-to-everyone-for-great-new-years.html' title='Thanks to Everyone for a Great New Years Party'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116681973446579867</id><published>2006-12-22T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T12:35:34.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction on Name</title><content type='html'>Chris White's wife's name is Becky.  Wonder how I forgot that.  Chris has 3 blood clots in his leg and had to have emegency surgery. Please remember him in prayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116681973446579867?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116681973446579867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116681973446579867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116681973446579867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116681973446579867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/12/correction-on-name.html' title='Correction on Name'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116678158643813696</id><published>2006-12-22T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:59:46.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Beau Wilson - Elderly in Nursing home with heart problems.&lt;br /&gt; Chris White &amp; his wife (Kim) is 8 months pregnant with his 1st child. They just found out he has Leukemia and is in the Cancer Center at the Baptist Hospital.  Kim has a 10 year old also.&lt;br /&gt; Bill Carver -  Unspoken Request (Personal God Knows)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116678158643813696?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116678158643813696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116678158643813696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116678158643813696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116678158643813696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/12/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116678048385596830</id><published>2006-12-22T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T01:41:23.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>Mom and I went to see my Aunt Mary (Mom's sister) and attempted to visit two friends in a a Nursing home but could not locate but one.&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Mary looked the best she has looked in a couple of years.  She has a lady that comes in for 5 hours a day and helps her take a bath and helps her clean house or whatever she needs. She is a great companion for Aunt Mary.  I contribute her looking and feeling better to this lady's great help.  Sometimes friendship can be more important than medication.  &lt;br /&gt;We went to see Bea Wilson next, she's in a Nursing home.  That bothered me.  Bea is such a wonderful Christian lady.  Her husband was an orphan and lived with dad's family when he was growing up.  He wasn't a foster kid, that was before that.  He just stayed where anyone would let him.  He died about Ten years ago.  I think Beau's hearing is going or her mind one.  She was slow to respond and seemed like she wasn't focusing right.  Maybe is was medication.  I hope so.  I pray I am able to take care of my parents I don't want them to never have to go to a place like that.  Not while they are in their right mind.  I wonder if that could be Bea's problem her room-mate has Alzheimer's Disease.  I wonder if Beau is not getting enough healthy inaction with people and could be causing her to get depressed and confused. LOL Oh listen to me trying to figure things out.  I know it isn't my job, God has a reason for everything and it all works in the full scheme of life.  For some reason I just want to get in there and figure out why and is more often than not, no reason. (at least not for us to know)&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I had a great day.  We ate at Fire Mountain.  I had pinto beans, lima beans, and Great Northern beans, Cole slaw, corn bread and ribs.  I won't mention the desserts.  Does that tell you how much I love beans LOL &lt;br /&gt;I got home to find Brittany's friend Elisa Mitchell was spending the night.  She is a good kid her and Brittany have been friends since 1st grade and now they are in 5th grade now.  Anyway Bill told me that her step father is in the Cancer Center at the Baptist Hospital in WS.  They just found out he has Leukemia and is given him a 50-50 chance.  Her mother is 8 months pregnant and has the Flu.  So her Grandma was trying to watch her and help her Mom and visit with her son-in-law.  So looks like Elisa will stay with us probably until Christmas Eve.  Probably a lot more after that.  It's so sad because Chris is a nice guy he don't look but about 25.  I guess he is older but don't know for use.  This family needs all the prayers they can get.  Sometimes, I wish I had more money to help people.  There are other ways to help.  Like now watching Elisa is a great relief to her Mom.  Sometimes just visiting a nursing home even if you don't know anyone and talking to people, or helping feed patients is a great help.  Some people in Nursing homes have no family to visit them.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to start visiting and volunteering in Nursing homes.  &lt;br /&gt;Please remember this family in Prayer, I don't know his last name but God knows who you'll be prayering for. Smile.  Also I am thankful to God for my own health has improved so much.  It's amazing.  The kidney problems are still there but I have more energy and doing more and more everyday.  Smile   I know has answered my prayers, not in my time but his and I am a wiser woman for the duration of being unable to do much.  This time gives me a humble feeling.  I pray to be able to relate better with others and their problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116678048385596830?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116678048385596830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116678048385596830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116678048385596830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116678048385596830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/12/visiting-family-and-friends.html' title='Visiting Family and Friends'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116659896516107021</id><published>2006-12-19T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:16:10.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family and Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dorislea51.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Family and Friends&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116659896516107021?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116659896516107021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116659896516107021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116659896516107021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116659896516107021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-family-and-friends_19.html' title='My Family and Friends'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116652386177721427</id><published>2006-12-19T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:24:21.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Everyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.  I pray everyone is well.  We have had the flu in my house.  Brittany has recovered very fast with the new medication for flu.  I believe it is called Tamaflu.  Rebecca has taken it to prevent her from getting sick and so far she is fine. &lt;br /&gt;I am really getting homesick for my TN Children.  I can't wait to go see them.  I talked to Ryan the other night and he has to be the smartest and cutest child that ever lived.  No I am not Bias LOL It's all I can do to keep from driving over there now. LOL  I will wait I know they already have their plans made.  I will wait until after Christmas.  &lt;br /&gt;The weather has really been warm here.  I would love to have a white Christmas.  That would be so cool.  It has been so long since I had a white Christmas I really can't remember.  Maybe I should go visit Uncle Jr. In Alaska. Smile.  Afraid that is a little too cold.&lt;br /&gt;My wrapping and buying gifts is all complete.  I am going over tomorrow and spend the day with Mom and help her wrap her gifts. &lt;br /&gt;I never hear from Jonathan anymore.  I will contact him during the holidays.  It hurts to have a grandchild that you have trouble being able to visit.  Oh well one day at a time, or in my case one minute at a time.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this isn't a normal post but I am not the blog Queen.  I am still a work in process for everything.  God isn't finished with me yet. Smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116652386177721427?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116652386177721427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116652386177721427' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116652386177721427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116652386177721427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='Merry Christmas Everyone'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116504679670153427</id><published>2006-12-02T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T00:06:37.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cold December Night</title><content type='html'>It's a cold another cold December night for me. Seems this must be at least 50, I can remember as I think back (notice I didn't say have had, but I can remember). I can remember my parents going out shopping when I was so young&lt;br /&gt;Me sneaking out to the living room to ask my older sister, if I could watch TV with her. Sure she said just get back to bed before Mom and Dad come in. We watched Lawrence Welk (you younger people won't know who that is). I loved to watch them sing and dance and how Lawrence would rock as he conducted the orchestra. It was too cool to be grown and able to dance and sing like that. That is probably the second December memories I have. The first was when my parents took me outside and showed me North Star and told me the story that went with the star. That is why I knew Lawrence Welk was my second because it was shortly after the first.&lt;br /&gt;I remember so many December cold nights. Especially when my boys were little. I was trying to wrap gifts and hide them as they slept. I would take the boys outside starting in December after dark and always point to the brightest star, which was the North Star and telling them the story of that star.&lt;br /&gt;Now on these December cold nights, I can share that same star, that was shared with me and I shared my children, is now shared with my grandchildren too. The brightest star is meaningless without the story that goes with it.&lt;br /&gt;We all know the Great time in History when a King sent his Wise Men to follow that Star. That is just part of the Greatest Story Ever Told.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing how one star can come to mean so much to so many.&lt;br /&gt;This December Night I have so much to be thankful for. I praise God for Bucky getting a good job in his career field. I praise God for helping me through this month with so little money. I know not why somethings happen when I try so hard. I have certainly learned it is not for me to know. It is in God's hands. It has been in his time. I praise him for the good and stressful times. Later I know I realized the stressful times are when I felt his love stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all, Remember to share the North Star with a child that is a memory they will live for a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116504679670153427?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116504679670153427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116504679670153427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116504679670153427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116504679670153427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/12/cold-december-night.html' title='A Cold December Night'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116485249715138308</id><published>2006-11-29T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T18:08:17.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be like God</title><content type='html'>God forgives you...&lt;br /&gt;Forgive others.God is merciful to you...&lt;br /&gt;Be merciful to others.God is patient with you...&lt;br /&gt;Be patient with others.God is faithful to you...&lt;br /&gt;Be faithful to God.God loves you...&lt;br /&gt;Love others.God gave his son for you...&lt;br /&gt;Give your all for God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116485249715138308?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116485249715138308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116485249715138308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116485249715138308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116485249715138308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/11/be-like-god.html' title='Be like God'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116472647928229304</id><published>2006-11-28T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T07:07:59.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Email I Received</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I received this email and thought how very true this is. We have all been at one end of this situation, if not both.&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, Help us remember that the jerk who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry, and spend a few precious moments with her children.Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can't make change correctly is a worried 19 year old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester.Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking bum, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can oly imagine in our worst nightmares.Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the store aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savoring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together.Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enought to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge, and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy, and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116472647928229304?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116472647928229304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116472647928229304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116472647928229304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116472647928229304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/11/email-i-received.html' title='An Email I Received'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116427449374736828</id><published>2006-11-23T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:34:53.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Thanksgiv&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ing to Everyone&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am so thankful to be able to say thank you to my family and friends. There is so much to be thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God the Father/Jesus who died for us/The Holy Spirit he left to dwell within us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To live in a free country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To live in a country that is so advanced in technology and wealth. People who have the least amount of money have more than some people in other countries.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Money doesn't make you rich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Health of my family (not counting the virus going around here now) we are all generally healthy. I am thankful my parents are so healthy at their age. I can't image not having them in my life. I have really been blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am thankful for my children. I know their career are about to explode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am thankful for the women they chose as their wives they are perfect wives for them. They are very good to me. They are more thoughtful and than my sons. I know the girls send the cards and emails. I understand, I just want the girls to know, I know and I appreciate them. I am thankful for my grandchildren. They are each unique in their own way. Only a grandmother or grandfather could understand. Smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am thankful for my siblings who I know are only a phone call away and always there to listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am thankful to have met so many wonderful people in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am thankful for everything in my life, the clean water, food, clothes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a roof over my head, the freedom of speech, religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless each of you and have a safe and blessed holiday.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116427449374736828?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116427449374736828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116427449374736828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116427449374736828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116427449374736828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116150518589936992</id><published>2006-10-22T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T01:19:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>I just received this from a special cousin and wanted to share it with the women out there.&lt;br /&gt;SISTERS A young wife sat on a sofa on a hot, humid day,drinking iced tea and visiting with her mother. Asthey talked about life, about marriage, about theresponsibilities of life and the obligations ofadulthood, the mother clinked the ice cubes in herglass thoughtfully and turned a clear, sober glanceupon her daughter."Don't forget your Sisters," she advised, swirling thetea leaves to the bottom of her glass. "They'll bemore important as you get older. No matter how muchyou love your husband, no matter how much  you lovethe children you may have, you are still going to needSisters. Remember to go places with them now and then,do things with them. Remember that 'Sisters' means ALLthe women...your girlfriends, your daughters, and allyour other women relatives and close friends too.You'll need other women. Women always do.""What a funny piece of advice!" the young womanthought. "Haven't I just gotten married? Haven't Ijust joined the couple-world? I'm now a married woman,for goodness sake! A grown-up! Surely my husband andthe family we may start will be all I need to make mylife worthwhile!"But she listened to her mother. She kept contact withher Sisters and made more women friends each year. Asthe years tumbled by, one after another, she graduallycame to understand that her mom really knew what shewas talking about. As time and nature work theirchanges and their mysteries upon a woman, sisters arethe main stays of her life.After more than 75 years of living in this world, hereis what I've learned:THIS SAYS IT ALL:Time passes.........Life happens.........Distance separates......Children grow up.....Jobs come an d go........Love waxes and wanes........Men don't always do what they're supposed to do......Hearts break.........Parents die.........Colleagues forget favors..........Careers end.BUT.........Sisters are there, no matter how much time and howmany miles are between you.A girl friend is never farther away than needing hercan reach.When you have to walk that lonesome valley and youhave to walk it by yourself, the women in your lifewill be on the valley's rim, cheering you on, prayingfor you, pulling for you, intervening on your behalf,And waiting with open arms at the valley's end.Sometimes, they will even break the rules and walkbeside you. Or come in and carry your sorry butt out.Girlfriends, daughters, granddaughters,daughters-in-law, sisters, sisters-in-law, mothers,grandmothers, aunts, nieces, cousins, and extendedfamily, they all bless our lives!The world wouldn't be the same without women, andneither would I.When we began this adventure called womanhood, we hadno idea of the incredible joys and sorrows that layahead.Nor did we know how much we would need each other.Every day, we need each other still.Pass this on to all the women who help make your lifemeaningful.Nothing good or bad is going to happen, but you willlet others know how you feel.I just did because I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116150518589936992?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116150518589936992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116150518589936992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116150518589936992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116150518589936992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/10/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116105317804763400</id><published>2006-10-16T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:46:18.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend with the Boys.</title><content type='html'>My granddaughter Victoria (Tori) was n a Volleyball Tournment this weekend at Stanton VA.&lt;br /&gt;They won one out of three games. Tori is only 13 and on the Varsity Volleyball Team. She was nominated for the All Stars but didn't make it. That's ok it was an honor to be nominated and an honor to be on the team since she is only in 8th grade. Congratulations kid we are proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;So Mary and Bucky went up there and I stayed at their house with Ryan and Justin. Of course Justin was working a lot so I drove him back and forth to work. Just think this time next year he can drive me around. smile. I spent very little time with Justin. What time I did he was sweet. Justin has a new girlfriend she is cute and seems sweet. I hope he keep changing girls this fast and nothing gets too serious for another 10-15 years ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Ryan and I were together all the time we had a blast. We played board games and went to the Park. Went out to Walmart. He watched TV and played games on the computer, and fought with his Hulk (stuffed toy). We also made a cake on Friday and after I noticed Ryan was only eating the frosting, I sat it out on the table Sunday and let him finish the frosting. It was a wonderful weekend of spoiling the grandkid. smile He was really good. He just has the same habit that all the rest have except Tori has. He wants to talk instead of going to sleep and if it means shaking me and saying, "Grandma are you awake" and of course I responded with yes, then he says ok what did I just say. ha. I think they have all done that to me but Tori and Jonathan. Never got the chance with Jonathan and when Tori is ready for bed she wants to go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116105317804763400?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116105317804763400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116105317804763400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116105317804763400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116105317804763400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/10/weekend-with-boys.html' title='The Weekend with the Boys.'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116066775601500134</id><published>2006-10-12T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:27:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God For Freedom</title><content type='html'>Just thought I would comment on this beautiful day. It is wonderful to wake up in the morning and find out we are still in a free country. I think so many of us have taken our Freedom for granted. We could lose it in a blink of an eye. Everyone needs to get involved and figure out what they believe, if they don't know. Get out and fight for a better government. The best way to fight for a better government is listen all the candidates who are running for election. Decide if you think they value our freedom as much as you do or should. We are intelligent people we don't need to sit back and act like puppets on a string. We must become more vocal with our politicians letting them know what we the people want and demanding that they listen to us.&lt;br /&gt;Get involved in the campaigns, spread &amp;amp; discuss your opinions with others even if you don't agree. You have the right to your opinion. No one should be made to feel by their employer, place of worship or other organizations they are involved in, are majority of one party that they feel pressure to vote that way. We have the right to Free Speech let's Use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116066775601500134?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116066775601500134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116066775601500134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116066775601500134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116066775601500134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-god-for-freedom.html' title='Thank God For Freedom'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35832059.post-116054062119078073</id><published>2006-10-10T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:59:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello My First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5352/3994/1600/IM_A0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5352/3994/320/IM_A0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey folks, I am visiting with Bucky, Mary, Justin, Tori and Ryan in TN now. Seems I never get to visit them enough. The kids are growing up so fast, I can't believe time went this fast for me as a kid. Ha Time just seemed to fly once I hit 30. Of course that was just last year. Smile. This is a picture of me on Mom and Dad's back porch don't ya just love the mops hanging up lol. Frankly I really don't care. My friends and my family accept me as I am, and they know I don't set out to try and impress the world. Having 6 siblings, I consider them my best friends. Our youngest sister died of cancer Nov 12th 2001. She was a great person, intelligent and talented, gifted in so many ways. So are all my siblings. I am the least talented and hey I can play a radio half the time without static. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5352/3994/1600/MitchellCarver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5352/3994/320/MitchellCarver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been blessed to have to Wonderful Parents. Joseph &amp; Mildred Mitchell. They had 7 children and have done for all of us everything the could and then some. They have 24 grandkids and today a total of 50 great- grandchildren and one on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sons Bucky Carver (35) and Billy Carver (33) both married lovely women who bring joy and laughter to their lives and mine as well. I choose to call them daughter of love instead of daughter in law. These girls are not forced on me by law, but won me over through love.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of my sons being such devoted Fathers and Husbands.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the Grandchildren. Jonathan Dwight Sturgill (Carver) born to Bill and Susan Sturgill.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a rough and rocky road. Jonathan is such a delight but the stress of confrontation with his family has been almost unbearable to endure. One day I pray when Jonathan is old enough to think for himself he will be able to see the truth through the haze of lies and deceptions he has been taught about us. Jonathan is now 15 years old. I love him dearly.  He  loves to sing and loves watching wrestling.  &lt;br /&gt;Justin Lon Carver born to Bucky and Mary Carver now 15 years of age. Justin has been a real joy in my life he is always, he is such a comedian. He brightens my life just seeing him or hearing his voice on the phone. Justin is such an amazing young man. He is very sensitive to others needs and feelings. He is very intelligent and excels in his drawings, and anything he applies himself to.   &lt;br /&gt;Victoria Elizabeth Carver (Tori) born also to Bucky and Mary who is now 13 years of age. Tori has always been so independent. Tori has such special qualities. She is sweet and always wanting to be very helpful to others. Tori is deaf like her parents. So now she attends TN School for the Deaf in Knoxville (TSD) and spends most of her time during the week in the Dorm due to Sports practice. Tori is very competitive. She is very determined to show the world she can do anything better than most people. (and she does).   Tori is playing Varsity Volleyball for TSD. She is the only 8th grader on the Varsity Team. We are very proud of her. &lt;br /&gt;Brittany Lea Carver born to Bill and Tina Carver is now 10 years old. She is the only grandchild I got to watch being born. It was amazing. It was just sometihing every grandma should be allowed to do at least once. I felt like we bonded as soon as she was born. She is a grandma's girl and always has been. Brittany has such a pure heart. She is a witness for Jesus at such a young age.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5352/3994/1600/IM_A0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5352/3994/320/IM_A0092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebecca Marie Carver (Becky closest name her dad could get to his brother and best friend Bucky) born to Bill and Tina Carver now 8 years old. Rebecca keeps us laughing she is a drama queen, a comedian, and Prissy as any girl could ever be. She loves everyone, but she has my stubborn streak. You can sweet talk Becky into anything, you can't force her to do anything. She loves Jesus so much but she still has so many questions. Her and her sister go to church with their great grandparents (Mom-Mom &amp; Pop-Pop). They both think the sun rises in sets in their Mom and Pop and when they get upset they always want to visit them just to get that extra hug they need.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say that I am blessed that all my grandchildren have accepted Jesus Christ as their personal savior and have been baptized. They are all intelligent and talented. I am such a lucky Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5352/3994/1600/IM_A0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5352/3994/320/IM_A0169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ryan Monroe Carver born to Bucky and Mary now 7 years old. What can I say about this little boy. I could talk forever but it isn't fair to the others. He is our miracle child. He is living proof God does heal. Ryan is funny and happy. I honestly think he is the happiest child I have ever seen in my life. He's a clown and keeps us all laughing and talks like an adult (like a professor) lol I really don't think he's ever done a mean thing in his life. ha ha Ryan just confessed to me that sometimes he does bad things. lol Oh if you could see my grandkids thru my eyes you would know that God has blessed me with the best.  I love each and everyone so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are older pictures of all the kids but I will update them later with new pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35832059-116054062119078073?l=dorislea51.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/feeds/116054062119078073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35832059&amp;postID=116054062119078073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116054062119078073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35832059/posts/default/116054062119078073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dorislea51.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-my-first-time.html' title='Hello My First Time'/><author><name>dorislea51</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17939443768745086703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
