Hope you dont mind the tag but thought it would fit good with yours

Searched for you a poem today,couldn't find one that said just what i
wanted to say, i think of you day and night, in my dreams is where you
hold me tight, i know this is all new and has just begun,but baby my
heart tell's me you are the one, i wake in the morning's and sometimes
cry, at the thought that when we meet you'll say goodbye,we are days
away from our moment of fate ,i pray to god it will be more than just a
date, you are so deep in my heart ,i cant see another ever being there
to even try to make a start,in my heart it feels you have been there
forever tucked way in the back away from lite for me to see,comeing out
in my dreams in the dark of the nite,showing me how true love should
be,i'm so scared michael of how this could turn out to be, i can't bare
the thought of not haveing you here with me,for now all i can do is sit
and pray, that you will fall in love with me that day,and you will stay
I do love you Baby

Thank you LaMom How are you ,Hope all is well

A young man had been to Wednesday night Bible Study.



The Pastor had shared about listening to God and obeying the Lord's
voice.



The young man couldn't help but wonder, "Does God still speak to
people?"



After service he went out with some friends for coffee and pie and they
discussed the message.



Several different ones talked about how God had led them in different
ways.



It was about ten o'clock when the young man started driving home.
Sitting in his car, he just began to pray, "God...If you still speak to
people speak to me. I will listen. I will do my best to obey."



As he drove down the main street of his town, he had the strangest
thought to stop and buy a gallon of milk.



He shook his head and said out loud, "God is that you?" He didn't get a
reply and started on toward home.



But again, the thought, buy a gallon of milk.



The young man thought about Samuel and how he didn't recognize the voice
of God, and how little Samuel ran to Eli.



"Okay, God, in case that is you, I will buy the milk." It didn't seem
like too hard a test of obedience. He could always use the milk. He
stopped and purchased the gallon of milk and started off toward home.



As he passed Seventh Street, he again felt the urge, "Turn Down that
street."



This is crazy he thought and drove on past the intersection.



Again, he felt that he should turn down Seventh Street.



At the next intersection, he turned back and headed down Seventh.



Half jokingly, he said out loud, "Okay, God, I will".



He drove several blocks, when suddenly, he felt like he should stop. He
pulled over to the curb and looked around. He was in semi commercial
area of town. It wasn't the best but it wasn't the worst of
neighborhoods either. The businesses were closed and most of the houses
looked dark like the people were already in bed.



Again, he sensed something, "Go and give the milk to the people in the
house across the street." The young man looked at the house. It was dark
and it looked like the people were either gone or they were already
asleep. He started to open the door and then sat back in the car seat.



"Lord, this is insane. Those people are asleep and if I wake them up,
they are going to be mad and I will look stupid." Again, he felt like he
should go and give the milk.



Finally, he opened the door, "Okay God, if this is you, I will go to the
door and I will give them the milk. If you want me to look like a crazy
person, okay. I want to be obedient. I guess that will count for
something but if they don't answer right away, I am out of here."



He walked across the street and rang the bell. He could hear some noise
inside. A man's voice yelled out, "Who is it? What do you want?" Then
the door opened before the young man could get away.



The man was standing there in his jeans and T-shirt. He looked like he



just got out of bed. He had a strange look on his face and he didn't
seem too happy to have some stranger standing on his doorstep. "What is
it?"



The young man thrust out the gallon of milk, "Here, I brought this to
you." The man took the milk and rushed down a hallway.



Then from down the hall came a woman carrying the milk toward the
kitchen. The man was following her holding a baby. The baby was crying.
The man had tears streaming down his face.



The man began speaking and half crying, "We were just praying. We had
some big bills this month and we ran out of money. We didn't have any
milk for our baby. I was just praying and asking God to show me how to
get some milk."



His wife in the kitchen yelled out, "I ask him to send an Angel with
some. Are you an Angel?"



The young man reached into his wallet and pulled out all the money he
had on him and put in the man's hand. He turned and walked back toward
his car and the tears were streaming down his face.


He knew that God still answers prayers.


THIS IS A SIMPLE TEST....? If you believe that God is alive and well,
repost. This is so true. Sometimes it's the simplest things that God
asks us to do that cause us, if we are obedient to what He's asking, to
be able to hear. His voice more clear than ever. Please listen, and
obey! It will bless you (and the world). Phil 4:13


This is an easy test, you score 100 or zero. It's your choice.

It's always the little Chicano kids that get in trouble for no reason at
all...

It was the first day of school for the kindergarten class; as the
teacher walked in the classroom, she noticed something was written on
the chalkboard: 'T T T 1 A'. She looked at the children and said, "Who
wrote this?" Little Keith raises his hand and says, "I did, teacher."

"Well, what does that mean, Keith?" asked the teacher. Keith answers,
"It means, 'To The Teacher 1 Apple'," and with that, he gave the
teacher an apple. "Very good," says the teacher, "Thank you."The next
morning, the teacher walks in the classroom, and notices, once
again, something written on the board. This time, the chalkboard reads:
'T T T 1 O' She asked the children, "Who wrote this?" Then little Bobby
answers, "I did, teacher." The teacher says, "Well, Bobby, what does
that mean?" Bobby says, "It means, 'To The Teacher 1 Orange'," and he
gives the teacher an orange. "Very nice, Bobby, thank you", said the
teacher.

The next morning, she walks in the classroom, and she noticed on the
board: 'F U C K 1 T'. Disappointed, the teacher exclaimed, "WHO WROTE
THIS!!" Then little Juanito raises his hand and says, "I did, teacher."
Angrily, the teacher asks, "Well, what does this mean, juanito?" "It
means, 'From Us Chicano Kids, 1 Tamale.'"

How Old are you going to get

Will I live to see 80?

I recently picked a new primary care doctor. After two visits and
exhaustive lab tests, he said I was doing "fairly well" for my age.

A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking
him, "Do you think I'll live to be 80?"

He asked, "Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?" "Oh no," I
replied. "I'm not doing drugs, either!"

Then he asked, "Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued rib s?" I
said, "No, my former doctor said that all red meat is very
unhealthy!"

"Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing,
hiking, or bicycling?" "No, I don't," I said.

He asked, "Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?"
"No," I said. "I don't do any of those things."



He looked at me and said, "Then, why do you give a **** ?"

LIFE IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA

A California highway patrolman pulled a car over and told the driver
that because he had been wearing his seat belt, he had just won $5,000
in the statewide safety competition.
"What are you going to do with the money?" asked the policeman.
"Well, I guess I'm going to get a driver's license," he answered.

"Oh, don't listen to him," yelled a woman in the passenger seat. "He's
a smart-aleck when he's drunk."

This woke up the guy in the back seat who took one look at the cop and
moaned," I knew we wouldn't get far in a stolen car."

At that moment, there was a knock from the trunk and a voice said, in
Spanish, "Are we over the border yet?"

Just posting what was in print ,maybe he was born again

YES, I'M A BAD AMERICAN
By George Carlin

I Am Your Worst Nightmare. I am a BAD American. I am George
Carlin.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and my family, not some
mid-level governmental functionary be they Democratic or Republican!

I'm in touch with my feelings and I like it that way!

I think owning a gun doesn't make you a killer, it makes you a
smart American.

I think being a minority does not make you noble or vi ctimized,
and does not entitle you to anything.

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac, do it in
English.

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when
and where they want to.

My heroes are John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and whoever
canceled Jerry Springer.

I don't hate the rich. I don't pity the poor.

I know wrestling is fake and I don't waste my time watching or
arguing about it.

I've never owned a slave, or was a slave, I haven't burned any
witches or been persecuted by the Turks and neither have you! So, shut
up already.

I believe if you don't like the way things are here, go back to
>where you came from and change your own country! This is AMERICA.

I want to know which church is it exactly where the Reverend
Jesse Jackson preaches, where he gets his money, and why he is always
part of the problem and not the solution. Can I get an AMEN on that
one?


I think the cops have every right to shoot your sorry rear if
you're running from them . . .

I also think they have the right to pull you over if you're
breaking the law, regardless of what color you are.

And, no, I don't mind having my face shown on my drivers
license. I think it's good . . . And I'm proud that "God" is written
on
my money.

I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I
don't want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation
in the world for the next four years.

I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to
sell me stuff or trying to guilt me into making "donations" to their
cause.

I believe that it doesn't take a village to raise a c! hild, it
takes two parents.

And what is going on with gas prices . . . Again?

I believe "illegal" is illegal no matter what the lawyers think.


I believe the American flag should be the only one all! owed in
AMERICA!

If this makes me a BAD American, then yes, I'm a BAD American.

If you are a BAD American too, please forward this to everyone
you know.
We want our country back!


WE NEED GOD BACK IN OUR COUNTRY!

Protects silver from tarnishing.

Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.

Gives floors that 'just-waxed' sheen without making it
slippery.

Keeps flies off cows.

Restores and cleans chalkboards.

Removes lipstick stains.

Loosens stubborn zippers.

Untangles jewelry chains.

Removes stains from stainless steel sinks

Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.

Keeps ceramic/terra cotta garden pots from oxidizing.

Removes tomato stains from clothing.

Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.

Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.

Keeps scissors working smoothly.

Lubricates noisy door hinges on vehicles and doors in homes.

Gives a children's play gym slide a shine for a super fast
slide.

Lubricates gear shift and mower deck lever for ease of
handling on
Riding mowers.

Rids kids rocking chairs and swings of squeaky noises.

Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them
easier to open.

Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.

Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as
well
As vinyl bumpers.

Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.

Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.

Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons, and bicycles
for
Easy handling.

Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them
running
Smoothly.

Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other
tools.

Removes splattered grease on stove.

Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.

Lubricates prosthetic limbs.

Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).

Removes all traces of duct tape.

Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to
relieve
Arthritis pain.

Florida 's favorite use is: "cleans and removes love bugs
from
Grills and bumpers."

The favorite use in the state of New York --WD-40 protects
the
Statue of Liberty from the elements.

WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a LITTLE on live bait or lures and
you will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper
than the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep
in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing are
not allowed in some states.

Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away
immediately and stops the itch.

WD-40 is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray on the
mark and wipe with a clean rag.

Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has
washed and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the
lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! Lipstick is gone.

If you sprayed WD-40 on the distributor cap, it would
displace the moisture and allow the car to start.

It removes black scuff marks from the kitchen floor.

Use WD-40 for those nasty tar and scuff marks. It won't harm
the finish and you won't have to scrub hard.

Bug guts will eat away the finish on your car if not removed
quickly.
Use WD-40.

P. S. The basic ingredient is Fish Oil

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