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For the people that know me, I knit and crochet a lot. This year I am doing a few crochet-alongs on ravelry. Here are a few pics of what I have done:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/enough-love-to-go-around"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Enough Love to Go Around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Penny Davidson &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the bottom pic is&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="value"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/maggies-square"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Maggies Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Drew Emborsky, the Crochet Dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="value"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="value"&gt;I'll have a few more in a few days and I plan to try and do some designing of my own this year, with patterns. I've done some, but I'm not good woth writing the patterns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-5553288760333992936?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Anyway, back to what I was going to write, the family that we went with are a homeschooling family that lives in the same city as us and belongs to the same homeschooling group as my sister. They believe along the same path as we do and don't think that it's strange that not only does my sister and her girls wear only skirts and dresses (I do when I don't work, but where I work that's not the most modest selection of clothing). When the fifteen of us went into Walmart, we not only recieved many raised eyebrows, but believe it or not, people were more curtious to us that what they are when I'm shopping alone. I don't know if that has anything to do with the fact that there were twelve children and only three adults, the fact that we (the women and girls) were not dressed like modern women in fairly revealing clothes, or the fact that we were still in the country. Any way, it was nice to have men act like a gentleman instead of letting a women do everything for herself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;SIDE BAR:&lt;/strong&gt; yes I can do for myself everything that I need, but it is nice to have someone be nice and pick up a jar of mayonaise that your niece dropped,&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;open a door for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;SIDE BAR OVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It was a very refreshing day for me though we were out all day long. Just having some other people that we can talk to and not be labled as crazy is a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-664348335084257855?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I haven't named this square yet. This is a 6" square that I made with Red Heart Super Saver yarn I had laying around somewhere (I have yarn everyplace you can think of).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This one I have named "I'm not your Granny" Square. For some reason I've always thought that if I ever designed a granny I'd have to name it that. I guess it's the irony of the name and my actual age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S53x0xkk7mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DyVblTybq5w/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S53x0xkk7mI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DyVblTybq5w/s320/008.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is a scarf that I made from the basic granny square pattern and just trimmed it with a round of single crochet to not only hid all the hideous ends, but to pull the colors and the style of the scarf all together making it look much neater than what it is without the edging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S53x-UkgThI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-qZEIrjW6FQ/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S53x-UkgThI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-qZEIrjW6FQ/s320/005.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This scarf is an example of what I mean when I say that even a basic granny can look nice with the right color combo and edgings. &lt;br /&gt;
I'll have to find my copy of the patterns for the two grannies and see if I can type them out with step by step pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-2367017033276699443?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My sister has four children ranging in age from 7-3, yes they are stepping stones (or multiples :D). Her younger daughter and I have a bond that was formed when her brother was born. My niece at the time was only ten months old when my sister gave birth to her brother and sister ten weeks early (my youngest niece blessed us with her presence for only ten days before she walked with God). During this time I took a few weeks off of work so that my sister and her husband could spend as much time as they could with their daughter who was dying, and be there for their son who was also in the NICU. My niece was still on the bottle and still unable to do much for herself because of her age. My older niece and nephew were four at the time and able to even help me out a bit when I was watching over them. For three weeks I fed, comforted, played with and loved not only her, but my older niece and nephew too. Ever since then she has wanted to be with me whenever I was around, and only wanting to go to someone else if she didn't like me telling her no about something. Recently I had not seen my sister and her children mainly because of my work schedule so on my day off last week I called my sister up and asked her and the kids to go to a store with me. My sis had an errand to run so we made a deal that she'd come with me if I'd go with her. When the five of us arrived at the first store (my requested store) my four year old niece aske me "Aunt Jo Jo, will you push me in a cart?" Now how could I deny that? I naturally had her in the cart I was using. The cutest part of this though was not that she wanted to be near me, but that she wanted her sister right by her to hold her hand. My seven year old niece was kind enough to oblige her and hold her hand through the store. We left that store to go to the grocery store my sister needed to stop at. When we were getting the kids out of the car my niece once again asked me to push the cart that she was in and let her mommy push the cart her brother was in. We got the young ones into the cart and took all five of us into the store. While we were walking to the doors of the store my niece asked me one more question where I just could not deny the request. She put her head on my shoulder and asked me to snuggle with her. How cute can she get? It is so good to know you are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-8330288030359854152?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I just finished this hat. The pattern was found in a recent copy of Interweave knits. I did this to learn how to work with many colors. The mits, I found on the internet and everyone who saw them just loved them. The doily was a pattern that I came up with ~ without even doing a doily before and the blankets, two of them are doll blankets and the last was made for a friend who needed some comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S4KkYg_NJ3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z0wCH2T9Tlw/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S4KkYg_NJ3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z0wCH2T9Tlw/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S4Kkmc5IORI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HuEUzeKHrII/s1600-h/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S4Kkmc5IORI/AAAAAAAAAF8/HuEUzeKHrII/s200/008.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S4KknXEKAuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bdCdtrXygsw/s1600-h/doily.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S4KknXEKAuI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bdCdtrXygsw/s320/doily.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S4Kkn-PqdKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0popQTH7hG4/s1600-h/doll+blankets.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/S4Kkn-PqdKI/AAAAAAAAAGM/0popQTH7hG4/s320/doll+blankets.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Many years ago a candy maker in Indiana decided to make a testimony for Jesus in one of his candies. He took a sugar stick and bent it so one way it would look like a shepherds hook, since God is our shepherd (Ps 23:1, Jn 10:1-18; Is 40:11; Jer 31:10; Micah 5:4; Heb 13:20). When you turn it the other way it looks like a J for Jesus. The base white color of the candy cane symbolizes the virgin birth and also shows the sinless life of our savior. The three small red stripes are for the scourging that Jesus suffered on our behalf (53:5; Mt 27:32-50) and the large red stripe is for his bloodshed on the cross. The flavor is like the hyssop from Biblical times which was used for purification (Ex 12:22, 24:6-8; Lev 14:4, 49-52). The hardness shows how Jesus is our refuge, protection and strength (Deu 32:4, 15, 18; 1 Sam 2:2; 2 Sam 22:32, 47; 23:3; Psa 18:2, 31; 28:1; 92:15; 94:22; 95:1; Is 44:8). &lt;br /&gt;
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The candy cane as a whole can show us the truth about Christ as a savior regardless of how the modern day candy cane came into being. &lt;br /&gt;
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Look at the Candy Cane &lt;br /&gt;
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What do you see? &lt;br /&gt;
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Stripes that are red &lt;br /&gt;
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Like the blood shed for me &lt;br /&gt;
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White is for my Savior &lt;br /&gt;
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Who's sinless and pure! &lt;br /&gt;
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"J" is for Jesus, My Lord, that's for sure! &lt;br /&gt;
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Turn it around &lt;br /&gt;
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And a staff you will see &lt;br /&gt;
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Jesus my shepherd &lt;br /&gt;
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Was born for Me!&lt;br /&gt;
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From the website: http://home.att.net/~scorh3/CandyCane.html&lt;br /&gt;
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For further information see the following sites:&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.easyfunschool.com/article1266.html&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.worldofchristmas.net/christmas-stories/legend-of-candy-cane.html&lt;br /&gt;
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http://our.homewithgod.com/mkcathy/MerryChristmas/legend.html&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.spiritisup.com/canetree&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.holidaydecorations.com/Candy-Canes.html&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.stcharleschristmas.com/candycane.htm&lt;br /&gt;
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Traditionally, Advent was not seen just as a celebration time, but as a time similar to lent when people spent time in prayer and supplication for forgiveness of sins (see the book Stories Behind the Great Traditions of Christmas by Ace Collins). It was also a time where new believers prepared themselves for their baptism. The candles that are lit all mean different things to different denominations, but are traditionally three purple or blue candles, one rose or red candle and a large white candle. Our church celebrates the meanings of Hope, peace, love and joy for the four tapered candle, however some other meanings are the Bible, the wise men, John the Baptist, Mary and prophecy among others. The large white candle always represents Christ.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another tradition that happens during the Advent season is an Advent calendars. These are made up of different pictures that show the meaning of the Advent season (although there are secular calendars too). Every day from December 1 to Christmas Eve, another picture is shown. When the calendar is fully finished, it is Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;
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The tradition of Advent may be relatively new to me, but it is one of my favorite ways to celebrate the birth of our Christ. The four weeks prior to Christmas can help us see not only who Christ is and how he came, but the purpose of His life and the hope of the future that we have in Him that Jeremiah talks about.&lt;br /&gt;
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For further references on Advent and the meanings behind the traditions see the following sites:&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.cresourcei.org/cyadvent.html&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.spirithome.com/advent.html&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.cptryon.org/prayer/adx/adwreath.html&lt;br /&gt;
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http://www.christianitytoday.com/holidays/christmas/features/advent.html&lt;br /&gt;
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And the book Stories Behind the Greatest Traditions of Christmas by Ace Collins (Zondervan Publishing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-1540520900782090785?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I cannot say though that I am totally immune to the commercialism of Christmas. As I sit here typing about my pet peeves with the way one of the most Holy holiday is celebrated I am sitting on the couch in front of the television watching Fa la la la Lifetime-holiday movies all day. I also love to shop for Christmas gifts, though I have been trying to make more this year than I usually do. I love the decorations and the carols. The stores do look all festive and I have a personal tradition of having my picture taken with Santa every year. I guess I just wish that people would try to spend more time with family and friends than at the store trying to buy the latest gaming system. Time is one thing that costs no money but can last for a lifetime. It also would warm my heart to see people realize the meaning behind the celebration. Not the reasons for why we celebrate Christmas around the solstice, but the reason why we even have a Christmas holiday in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-1575814705526630011?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Today was my first attempt at making Thanksgiving dinner for my family and I loved doing it. The kitchen is one of the places in my house that I love to be in. Cooking, baking and creating meals thrills me and gives me joy to do. A holiday meal is just the next step. I have never had a reason to make a Thanksgiving dinner for my family before because my mother has always done the cooking. The most that she has ever had me do for a holiday is set the table or peel potatoes. This year my mother is injured and unable to stand long enough to do much cooking. I think she worried about the dinner more than anyone else in the house too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Preparing dinner went rather well for me today. I had two things I was unable to do, make gravy and heat bread, but I had jarred gravy to fall back on and the bread was fine. I did have a larger menu than what the table could really hold though and crowding ten people around our table took a bit of brain power to figure out, but in the end it all worked out well for us. My menu for today was mainly traditional, but every bit of it I love. We had turkey, ham, gravy, mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn pudding, green bean casserole, cranberry relish, pumpkin bread, wheat rolls, pickles, olives (two family traditions) and pumpkin cheesecake for dessert. I made so much of everything that I don’t think my sister will have to cook for a few days since I gave her just about all of the leftovers, except the cheesecake. By the way, Splenda does not detract from the taste of cheesecake at all. It doesn’t make it dry either. &lt;br /&gt;
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I believe I had a success with dinner if my nieces and nephews were any indication. My two-almost-three year old nephew told me he had “good stuff” and my seven year old niece told me the cheesecake was the “best cake I’ve ever had”. After dinner we all sat down to share something that we were thankful for over the last year then we watched one of our favorite Christmas movies: Emmet Otter’s Jug band Christmas. Not an exciting day, yet a very peaceful and fulfilling day for us. This face of my three-almost-four year old niece says a lot too. (Who can say no to this face?)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My father and I also trimmed our tree today. We have a narrower tree than we’ve ever had before so most of our ornaments didn’t fit. The only ones that were mandatory to get on were our Hallmark ornaments. I don’t even know if we were able to get all of those on. I had only one request for an ornament this year, until I saw that I had a Peanuts nativity ornament. I have a Peanuts ornament that plays a carol with handbells. I rang handbells when I was younger and I love them. My mother also bought an ornament for the kids to give me. She bought me an Aunt Angel ornament. Because God Said “Let there be fun”, at least that’s what the tag says :). I think that this is the first anything given to me that says “Aunt” on it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twas the month before Christmas* &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*When all through our land,*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Not a Christian was praying* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Nor taking a stand.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*See the PC Police had taken away,* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The reason for Christmas - no one could say.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The children were told by their schools not to sing,* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-pod* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Something was changing, something quite odd! * &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*In hopes to sell books by Franken &amp;amp; Fonda.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*As Targets were hanging their trees upside down* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* At Lowe's the word Christmas - was nowhere to be found.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Are words that were used to intimidate me.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*The reason for the season, stopped before it started.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Choose your words carefully, choose what you say* &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS , not Happy Holiday !* &lt;br /&gt;
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Last night was military appreciation night as well. Louie, the mascot, had on a camouflage top on and there were people there en force to collect donations for Operation Homefront which helps with emergency and morale situations for not only the troops who are deployed, but for the people back here at home as well. If you want to learn more about it the site is &lt;a href="http://www.operationhomefront.net/index.asp"&gt;http://www.operationhomefront.net/index.asp&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Face off at center ice. One of my favorite parts of the game was watching the refs try and avoid having the puck hit them, and getting out of the players way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Our military men and women deserve more than just one day of&amp;nbsp;recognition.&lt;br /&gt;
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An Irish Blessing &lt;br /&gt;
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(A Blessing from St. Patrick)&lt;br /&gt;
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May the road rise to meet you, &lt;br /&gt;
May the wind be always at your back, &lt;br /&gt;
May the sun shine warm upon your face, &lt;br /&gt;
May the rains fall soft upon your fields, &lt;br /&gt;
And, until we meet again, &lt;br /&gt;
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-4211047299102498191?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We have also been accused that we do not follow the whole Bible. This, I confess, is truer than not because we are human. A true believer will strive to faithfully follow the Bible even through struggling with things that they have a hard time with. My knee jerk response to this way of thinking is to lash out at them (the accusers of Christianity) in anger, but that is not love, that IS arrogance. We are called to love all people, even those who attack us for what we believe. When people attack us, they are against us. Here is what the New Testament says about how we are to treat people who stand against us: Matthew 5:43-45 states "You have heard that it was said, 'Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous." Luke 6:27-28 says "But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you." and in v. 35-36 "But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be sons of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful." We are also given this promise in the book of Romans. It is called the Believer’s Triumph: (Romans 8:28-39)&lt;br /&gt;
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28 We know that all things work together for the good of those who love God: those who are called according to His purpose. 29 For those He foreknew He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, so that He would be the firstborn among many brothers. 30 And those He predestined, He also called; and those He called, He also justified; and those He justified, He also glorified.&lt;br /&gt;
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31 What then are we to say about these things? &lt;br /&gt;
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This promise is given to let us know that even when we feel like we are being attacked for our beliefs, the attacker may do what they will, but we are never separated from God. He is always there and Jesus is interceding to Him on our behalf. We have nothing to fear because we are in God's will and His protection is on us. He protects our souls. Physically we are still vulnerable to what happens in this world, but God protects our souls. And that is cause for celebration! It also causes heartbreak knowing that there are people so willingly blind that they will not even let us explain our point of view-not force them to believe-but just explain. You can NEVER force someone to believe.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you would like to see the cross-references to the Romans passage you can locate that here on BibleGateway. The list is rather extensive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-450590063557569577?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Please read.</title><content type="html">This, too, is a good moral story. None of the things mentioned (except gossip) are inherently evil, yet they steal our time away from what is really important. This is why I applaud people who don't own t.v.s and keep other things to a minimum in their households. I know that I have time stealer's listed here, and some that are not listed (like my "Granny crafts" as I lovingly call them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATAN'S CONVENTION: (Please Read This....Especially if you are too busy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan called a worldwide convention of demons. In his opening address he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't keep Christians from going to church"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't keep them from reading their Bibles and knowing the truth...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't even keep them from forming an intimate relationship with their savior."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once they gain that connection with Jesus, our power over them is broken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So let them go to their churches; let them have their covered dish dinners, BUT steal their time, so they don't have time to develop a relationship with Jesus Christ.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is what I want you to do," said the devil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Distract them from gaining hold of their Savior and maintaining that vital connection throughout their day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How shall we do this?" his demons shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep them busy in the non-essentials of life and invent innumerable schemes to occupy their minds," he answered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tempt them to spend, spend, spend, and borrow, borrow, borrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Persuade the wives to go to work for long hours and the husbands to work 6-7 days each week, 10-12 hours a day, so they can afford their empty lifestyles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep them from spending time with their children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As their families fragment, soon, their homes will offer no escape from the pressures of work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over-stimulate their minds so that they cannot hear that still, small voice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Entice them to play the radio or I-Pod whenever they drive." To keep the TV, DVDs, CDs and their PCs going constantly in their home and see to it that every store and restaurant in the world plays non- biblical music constantly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This will jam their minds and break that union with Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fill the coffee tables with magazines and newspapers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pound their minds with the news 24 hours a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Invade their driving moments with billboards."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flood their mailboxes with junk mail, mail order catalogs, sweepstakes, and every kind of newsletter and promotional offering free products, services and false hopes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep skinny, beautiful models on the magazines and TV so their husbands will believe that outward beauty is what's important, and they'll become dissatisfied with their wives. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep the wives too tired to love their husbands at night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give them headaches too! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If they don't give their husbands the love they need, they will begin to look elsewhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That will fragment their families quickly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give them Santa Claus to distract them from teaching their children the real meaning of Christmas.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give them an Easter bunny so they won't talk about his resurrection and power over sin and death..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even in their recreation, let them be excessive." "Have them return from their recreation exhausted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep them too busy to go out in nature and reflect on God’s creation. Send them to amusement parks, sporting events, plays, concerts, and movies instead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep them busy, busy, busy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And when they meet for spiritual fellowship, involve them in gossip and small talk so that they leave with troubled consciences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crowd their lives with so many good causes they have no time to seek power from Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soon they will be working in their own strength, sacrificing their health and family for the good of the cause."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite a plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The demons went eagerly to their assignments causing Christians everywhere to get busier and more rushed, going here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having little time for their God or their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having no time to tell others about the power of Jesus to change lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the question is, has the devil been successful in his schemes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You be the judge!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does "BUSY" mean: B-eing U-nder S-atan's Y-oke?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-1045036355587768575?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Please read." /><author><name>JoJo's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357731737363409980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/SukIBl59bLI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZPK6vVwU6WU/S220/006.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jojosinput.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-busy-please-read.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINQHk4cSp7ImA9WxNVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292184098911111844.post-7402649089024423898</id><published>2009-10-23T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:09:51.739-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T10:09:51.739-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life lessons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christian living" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="elders" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moral" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bowl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="taking care of people" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="actions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good living" /><title>The wooden bowl</title><content type="html">This is another email I received from a friend that has a great moral attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wooden Bowl I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now. A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year-old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth. The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess. 'We must do something about father,' said the son. 'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.' So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl. When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food. The four-year-old watched it all in silence. One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded, 'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up. ' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work. The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done. That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled. On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..' I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.You nee d to be able to throw something back sometimes. I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.. I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. 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We used to go some Sunday afternoons and around Christmas time to see all the decorations people put out. I don't go on many now, but I still very much enjoy them. I don't always like to be by myself on trips, but there are days when solitude is just what I need. I had wanted some friends to come with me, but it all worked out even though I was by myself. I had an enjoyable drive and accomplished something that I have been wanting to do now for a long time. I went to the Mississippi-Missouri Rivers Confluence (where the Missouri flows into the Mississippi) and took pictures of it. I hope to be able to go again once the trees along the river turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ_q-v7QI/AAAAAAAAADU/oqin-cHLstw/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394127074412719362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ_q-v7QI/AAAAAAAAADU/oqin-cHLstw/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the path in the Jones-Confluence State Park just west of Illinois in the most eastern part on Missouri in the area. The road to this park is pothole filled and gravel covered, but it was worth it for the pictures that I was able to get. Wooded areas to me are very peaceful and a place where I feel closest to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ_Be8HtI/AAAAAAAAADM/PzEneuusraQ/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394127063273447122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ_Be8HtI/AAAAAAAAADM/PzEneuusraQ/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took this because the sun coming through the trees made this very appealing to me. The effects that you can use with the computer to simulate this look are never as good as actually being able to capture this naturally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ-QPosHI/AAAAAAAAADE/wpdZDyAc8cI/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394127050055921778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ-QPosHI/AAAAAAAAADE/wpdZDyAc8cI/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love taking pictures of the sun. The light is always refreshing to me. Sometimes winter can be oppressive with the lack of sunlight, but the spring and summer make it worth the while. The light bearer to the world which would be very dark indeed without the Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ92SCHtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oxcix8_UHFY/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394127043086655186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ92SCHtI/AAAAAAAAAC8/oxcix8_UHFY/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the Confluence I think this is the Missouri right before it flows into the Mississippi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ84Er7NI/AAAAAAAAAC0/By8VXycZz4s/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394127026387676370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StvJ84Er7NI/AAAAAAAAAC0/By8VXycZz4s/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where the two rivers meet. The land across is the land right in between the two rivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-3362585047919665055?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I chose to pay off a credit card instead. What I actually did on my vacation was fun and an excellent learning experience. I started an apron for me that I still have to finish putting together, I tried my hand at jam, though I ended up with more syrup than jam, and I even made butter! Now I just need to pull a loaf of my home made honey wheat bread out of the freezer and make me a PB&amp;amp;J sandwich, though the peanut butter part would not be homemade...and interesting thought though, how to make peanut butter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics of my sister's and my efforts with butter and jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StqIkgliECI/AAAAAAAAACs/eChZ1gRopXU/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393773664533614626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StqIkgliECI/AAAAAAAAACs/eChZ1gRopXU/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't believe how easy it was to make butter. Heavy whipping cream and shaking is all it takes, and it was so good that I only had a little bit of it myself. My sister's family ate the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StqIkIdARGI/AAAAAAAAACk/JE2VcZSl0Rg/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393773658055394402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StqIkIdARGI/AAAAAAAAACk/JE2VcZSl0Rg/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our strawberry jam. I can't remember if this was a batch that ended up as syrup or the batch that actually became jam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StqIjc1qTXI/AAAAAAAAACc/LwLVSEW6zuI/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393773646347652466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StqIjc1qTXI/AAAAAAAAACc/LwLVSEW6zuI/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister stirring our jam. My apron is just like this one but the bias on mine is purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StqIiobtskI/AAAAAAAAACU/XMl1C7ZC1uw/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393773632280179266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/StqIiobtskI/AAAAAAAAACU/XMl1C7ZC1uw/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pot of berries as it's heating up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-7904446045818894767?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Being a Christian young lady, looking for a person to whom you can be a helpmeet to is almost a cultural thing for the mainstream Christian circles. So what's a lady to do when she is knocking on thirty (only a year and a half more) and she has not "fulfilled" her obligations of being a wife, mother, career woman...well...basically superwoman? I have long given up on dating (DATING, not MARRYING). I have decided that when God wants me to become a wife, the man will enter my life-somehow. At my age dating, according to the standards of the world, is still a viable and very fun option. I, however, have decided that the worlds standards are not right for me. Each person has to decide for themselves how they are going to live. I respect your decision to live according to how you see fit, but I also find the worlds standards quite lacking. The world sees me as a person in the prime of my youth still, and I am, but "prime of my youth" according to the current American culture says that I'm to old to say "I'm saving myself for my husband, he is the only one to whom my gift of purity belongs". To too many people, that is an antiquated value. The ironic thing is that if you ask women if they would have waited knowing what they know now, there are plenty who would say "yes, I should have waited until marriage to have children". The world says it's "old fashioned" and "impractical" to think that a marriage can last a life time, why should it when divorce is so easy? Divorce is not "easy". It's hard on all those involve, especially children. Marriage is hard, I agree, but vows are given before God Almighty that each one will love, honor and cherish the other until death, though I'm informed that many people leave out "til death do us part". Such a shame. I have my opinions on divorce, but not knowing all the situations that people get one for I leave that discussion alone for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just different from even the Christians that I know. There is nothing wrong with marrying young, but there is nothing wrong with remaining single as long as that is what God's will is for you. Families, husbands and children are all blessings from God, but so are friends, sibling and nieces and nephews. If you are a Christian woman and single, do not despair. God's plans are not always our own. There maybe something that God will have you do that you would not otherwise be able to do if you were married. If the chance arises to marry though, take it. When you know if it's God's will, do not fear but step out in faith. Seek His will, seek Him and His Kingdom and He will give you joy and a peace that passes all understanding no matter what your circumstances are.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, when I marry my career will be being a Homemaker. Women are called according to Proverbs 31 and Titus 2 to be homemakers. You can still earn income through a home based business, but the main priority for a Christian Woman is to be a homemaker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-2581768820414187121?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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That and with it being constitution day today, it's even more perfect. It's harsh, but replete with truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW PREAMBLE TO THE CONSTITUTION      The following has been attributed to State Representative Mitchell Kaye from GA. This guy should run for President one day...        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth.. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful; do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes ..     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!)     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.     &lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree, share this with a friend. No, you don't have to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about time common sense is allowed to flourish Sensible people of the  United States  speak out because if you do not, who will?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-3721899794508712163?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What healthcare?</title><content type="html">As I have been reading the Healthcare bill that the government thinks we are stupid enough to believe, here are only five reasons why it is not a good bill. Are you ready for this? Really? The bill is made for people to be lead to the slaughter house like helpless lambs. We are not ignorant and we will stand up for what is right. This healthcare bill will make a system that is already broken even worse than it is now. Do we need healthcare reform? Yes. Should the government oversee the healthcare system? Can they actually balance a budget and not tax us at high rates? Can they dig us out of the astronomical amount of debt that we have? The answer to these questions are a loud resounding NO, so what makes us think that they can give us better healthcare than what we have now? Have they not learned from other countries where this healthcare system has more people dying than living and being cured? NO. Here are just five reasons taken directly from the bill (#3200).&lt;br /&gt;On pages 21-23 of Health bill 3200, it states that it will&lt;br /&gt;“Such report shall include any recommendations the Commissioner deems appropriate to ensure that the law does not provide incentives for small and mid-size employers to self-insure or create adverse selection in the risk pools of large group insurers and self-insured employers.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will ration our healthcare: page 29 lines 4-16&lt;br /&gt;     “(2) ANNUAL LIMITATION.—&lt;br /&gt;(A) ANNUAL LIMITATION.—The cost-sharing incurred under the essential benefits package with respect to an individual (or family) for  a year does not exceed the applicable level specified in subparagraph (B).&lt;br /&gt;(B) APPLICABLE LEVEL.—The applicable level specified in this subparagraph for Y1 is $5,000 for an individual and $10,000 for a family. Such levels shall be increased (rounded to the nearest $100) for each subsequent year by the annual percentage increase in the Consumer Price Index (United States city average) applicable to such year.”&lt;br /&gt;Yes, no more than $5,000 a year in healthcare for an individual AND NO MORE THAN $10,000 PER FAMILY. That should be a crime in an of itself. How in the world can you put a limit on life such as this, oh I forgot, this comes from the people who think that a person’s life does not start until birth or even later, but that’s another blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will be connected to our finances, and access at that time whether or not it is financially fiscal to allow us to go to the doctor plus a national ID card. Pg 58 and 59.&lt;br /&gt;     ‘‘(D) enable the real-time (or near real-time) determination of an individual’s financial responsibility at the point of service and, to the extent possible, prior to service, including whether the individual is eligible for a specific service with a specific physician at a specific facility, which may include utilization of a machine-readable health plan beneficiary identification card;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are connected to our finances: pg 59&lt;br /&gt;“(C) enable electronic funds transfers, in order to allow automated reconciliation with the related health care payment and remittance advice;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the title of this section just rubs me the wrong way: they want to limit healthcare&lt;br /&gt;     (b) LIMITATION ON HEALTH BENEFITS PLANS OFFERED BY OFFERING ENTITIES.—The Commissioner may  not enter into a contract with a QHBP offering entity under section 204(c) for the offering of an Exchange-participating health benefits plan in a service area unless the following requirements are met: (1) REQUIRED OFFERING OF BASIC PLAN.—The entity offers only one basic plan for such service area.&lt;br /&gt;(2) OPTIONAL OFFERING OF ENHANCED PLAN.—If and only if the entity offers a basic plan for such service area, the entity may offer one enhanced plan for such area.&lt;br /&gt;(3) OPTIONAL OFFERING OF PREMIUM PLAN.—If and only if the entity offers an enhanced plan for such service area, the entity may offer one premium plan for such area. (pg 84)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, reduced cost, does that equal reduced benefits? Pg 86&lt;br /&gt;     (B) TIERED COST-SHARING FOR AFFORDABLE CREDIT ELIGIBLE INDIVIDUALS.—In the&lt;br /&gt;case of an affordable credit eligible individual (as defined in section 242(a)(1)) enrolled in an Exchange-participating health benefits plan, the benefits under a basic plan are modified to provide for the reduced cost-sharing for the income  tier applicable to the individual under section 244(c).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for choice for the employer, pg 145&lt;br /&gt;     (4) AUTOENROLLMENT OF EMPLOYEES.—The employer provides for autoenrollment of the employee in accordance with subsection (c).&lt;br /&gt;So… now the employer has no choice but to use the government plan. 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What healthcare?" /><author><name>JoJo's Thoughts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04357731737363409980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_on3fWlJhAMU/SukIBl59bLI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZPK6vVwU6WU/S220/006.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://jojosinput.blogspot.com/2009/09/healthcare-what-healthcare.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DQn49fSp7ImA9WxNTEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3292184098911111844.post-3557925309575635114</id><published>2009-08-13T19:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:31:13.065-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T19:31:13.065-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change in government" /><title>An email that rings true</title><content type="html">I received this email from a friend I work with and it rings true with not only me, but with many people I know. It was a letter that was on the Glenn Beck show, but it is not only for conservatives, this speaks to us all, no matter what our political affiliation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLENN BECK: I got a letter from a woman in Arizona. She writes an open letter to our nation's leadership:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a home grown American citizen, 53, registered Democrat all my life.. Before the last presidential election I registered as a Republican because I no longer felt the Democratic Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. Now I no longer feel the Republican Party represents my views or works to pursue issues important to me. The fact is I no longer feel any political party or representative in Washington represents my views or works to pursue the issues important to me. There must be someone. Please tell me who you are. Please stand up and tell me that you are there and that you're willing to fight for our Constitution as it was written.. Please stand up now. You might ask yourself what my views and issues a re that I would horribly feel so disenfranchised by both major political parties. What kind of nut job am I? Will you please tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, these are briefly my views and issues for which I seek representation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One , illegal immigration. I want you to stop coddling illegal immigrants and secure our borders. Close the underground tunnels. Stop the violence and the trafficking in drugs and people No amnesty, not again. Been there, done that, no resolution. P.S., I'm not a racist. This isn't to be confused with legal immigration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two, the TARP bill, I want it repealed and I want no further funding supplied to it. We told you no, but you did it anyway. I want the remaining unfunded 95% repealed. Freeze, repeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three: Czars, I want the circumvention of our checks and balances stopped immediately. Fire the czars. No more czars. Government officials answer to the process, not to the president. Stop trampling on our Constitution and honor it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four, cap and trade. The debate on global warming is not over. There is more to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five, universal healthcare. I will not be rushed into another expensive decision. Don't you dare try to pass this in the middle of the night and then go on break. Slow down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six, growing government control. I want states rights and sovereignty fully restored. I want less government in my life, not more. Shrink it down. Mind your own business. You have enough to take care of with your real obligations. Why don't you start there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven, ACORN. I do not want ACORN and its affiliates in charge of our 2010 census. I want them investigated. I also do not want mandatory escrow fees contributed to them every time on every real estate deal that closes. Stop the funding to ACORN and its affiliates pending impartial audits and investigations. I do not trust them with taking the census over with our taxpayer money. I don't trust them with our taxpayer money. Face up to the allegations against them and get it resolved before taxpayers get any more involved with them. If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, hello. Stop protecting your political buddies. You work for us, the people Investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight, redistribution of wealth. No, no, no. I work for my money. It is mine. I have always worked for people with more money than I have because they gave me jobs. That is the only redistribution of wealth that I will support. I never got a job from a poor person. Why do you want me to hate my employers? Why -- what do you have against shareholders making a profit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine, charitable contributions. Although I never got a job from a poor person, I have helped many in need. Charity belongs in our local communities, where we know our needs best and can use our local talent and our local resources. Butt out, please. We want to do it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten, corporate bailouts. Knock it off. Sink or swim like the rest of us. If there are hard times ahead, we'll be better off just getting into it and letting the strong survive. Quick and painful. Have you ever ripped off a Band-Aid? We will pull together. Great things happen in America under great hardship. Give us the chance to innovate. We cannot disappoint you more than you have disappointed us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven, transparency and accountability. How about it? No, really, how about it? Let's have it. Let's say we give the buzzwords a rest and have some straight honest talk. Please try -- please stop manipulating and trying to appease me with clever wording. I am not the idiot you obviously take me for. Stop sneaking around and meeting in back rooms making deals with your friends. It will only be a prelude to your criminal investigation. Stop hiding things from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve, unprecedented quick spending. Stop it now.  Take a breath. Listen to the people. Let's just slow down and get some input from some non politicians on the subject. Stop making everything an emergency. Stop speed reading our bills into law. I am not an activist. I am not a community organizer. Nor am I a terrorist, a militant or a violent person. I am a parent and a grandparent. I work. I'm busy. I'm busy. I am busy, and I am tired. I thought we elected competent people to take care of the business of government so that we could work, raise our families, pay our bills, have a little recreation, complain about taxes, endure our hardships, pursue our personal goals, cut our lawn, wash our cars on the weekends and be responsible contributing members of society and teach our children to be the same all while living in the home of the free and land of the brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entrusted you with upholding the Constitution. I believed in the checks and balances to keep from getting far off course. What happened? You are very far off course. Do you really think I find humor in the hiring of a speed reader to unintelligently ramble all through a bill that you signed into law without knowing what it contained? I do not. It is a mockery of the responsibility I have entrusted to you. It is a slap in the face. I am not laughing at your arrogance. Why is it that I feel as if you would not trust me to make a single decision about my own life and how I would live it but you should expect that I should trust you with the debt that you have laid on all of us and our children. We did not want the TARP bill. We said no. We would repeal it if we could. I am sure that we still cannot. There is such urgency and recklessness in all of the recent spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; From my perspective, it seems that all of you have gone insane. I also know that I am far from alone in these feelings. Do you honestly feel that your current pursuits have merit to patriotic Americans? We want it to stop. We want to put the brakes on everything that is being rushed by us and forced upon us. We want our voice back. You have forced us to put our lives on hold to straighten out the mess that you are making. We will have to give up our vacations, our time spent with our children, any relaxation time we may have had and money we cannot afford to spend on you to bring our concerns to Washington . Our president often knows all the right buzzwords and that is unsustainable. Well, no kidding. How many tens of thousands of dollars did the focus group cost to come up with that word? We don't want your overpriced words Stop treating us like we're morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want all of you to stop focusing on your reelection and do the job we want done, not the job you want done or the job your party wants done. You work for us and at this rate I guarantee you not for long because we are coming. We will be heard and we will be represented. You think we're so busy with our lives that we will never come for you? We are the formerly silent majority, all of us who quietly work , pay taxes, obey the law, vote, save money, keep our noses to the grindstone and we are now looking up at you. You have awakened us, the patriotic spirit so strong and so powerful that it had been sleeping too long. You have pushed us too far. Our numbers are great. They may surprise you. For every one of us who will be there, there will be hundreds more that could not come. Unlike you, we have their trust. We will represent them honestly, rest assured. They will be at the polls on voting day to usher you out of office. We have canceled vacations. We will use our last few dollars saved. We will find the representation among us and a grassroots campaign will flourish. We didn't ask for this fight. But the gloves are coming off. We do not come in violence, but we are angry. You will represent us or you will be replaced with someone who will. There are candidates among us when he will rise like a Phoenix from the ashes that you have made of our constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Democrat, Republican, independent, libertarian. Understand this. We don't care. Political parties are meaningless to us. Patriotic Americans are willing to do right by us and our Constitution and that is all that matters to us now. We are going to fire all of you who abuse power and seek more. It is not your power. It is ours and we want it back. We entrusted you with it and you abused it. You are dishonorable. You are dishonest. As Americans we are ashamed of you. You have brought shame to us. If you are not representing the wants and needs of your constituency loudly and consistently, in spite of the objections of your party, you will be fired. Did you hear? We no longer care about your political parties You need to be loyal to us, not to them. Because we will get you fired and they will not save you. If you do or can represent me, my issues, my views, please stand up. Make your identity known. You need to make some noise about it. Speak up I need to know who you are. If you do not speak up, you will be herded out with the rest of the sheep and we will replace the whole damn congress if need be one by one. We are coming. Are we coming for you? Who do you represent? What do you represent? Listen. Because we are coming. We the people are coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3292184098911111844-3557925309575635114?l=jojosinput.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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