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No, No, No! That doesn't describe me at all, I'm not even going to go there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I will be keeping pretty busy with assisting with this blog Sharing Gifts and Ideas and bringing it up to date as well as my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/"&gt;Life blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and my main priority is my primary blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heck, yes this is blatant advertising but my Free PC Security blog is being tranferred from Wordpress to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://freepcsecurity.co.uk/"&gt;new domain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been slowly working on it's transition since Christmas and it is now live and that is where my new articles for computer security will be posted, although I still have some coding to finish and around 4o older posts to change the links on and check that all is working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So there you have it, God finds work for idle hands and I must have been damned lazy and now it's payback time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey, have a great week all and I look forward to seeing you all around, and don't forget.....comments are FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Take care and God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;cotojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-6430012734589386042?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2009/01/troubles-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cotojo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NqBHg_QHUU/SXu7cLsiCFI/AAAAAAAAAIM/tLpUqXAdtYQ/s72-c/wiz+1a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-2862671427957699562</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 04:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-02T20:27:25.129-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">manufacturers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bar codes</category><title>BAR CODE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/STYJ_MtppTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aMTILMo67d8/s1600-h/bar+code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275414994860221746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/STYJ_MtppTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aMTILMo67d8/s320/bar+code.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole world is scared of China made 'black hearted goods'. Can you differentiate which one is made in the USA , Philippines , Taiwan or China ? For your Information ... the first 3 digits of the barcode is the country code wherein the product was made. Sample: all barcodes that start with 690 thru 695 are all MADE IN CHINA. 471 is Made in Taiwan&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The government and related departments never educate the public, therefore we have to RESCUE ourselves. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nowadays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Chinese businessmen know that consumers do not prefer products 'made in china', so they don't show from which country it is made. However, you may now refer to the barcode, remember if the first 3 digits is 690-695 then it is Made in China . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;00 ~ 13 USA &amp;amp; CANADA 30 ~ 37 FRANCE 40 ~ 44 GERMANY 49 ~ JAPAN 50 ~ UK 57 ~ Denmark 64 ~ Finland 76 ~ Switzerland and Lienchtenstein 628 ~ Saudi-Arabian 629 ~ United Arab Emirates 740 ~ 745 - Central America.   All 480 Codes are Made in the Philippines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-2862671427957699562?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/12/bar-code-666.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/STYJ_MtppTI/AAAAAAAAAXM/aMTILMo67d8/s72-c/bar+code.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-1791414042550651114</guid><pubDate>Thu, 25 Sep 2008 23:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-25T17:05:28.103-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pay back</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fun Humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stress</category><title>I feel like this at work, lol</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a17b6767002a66bf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlUX7WL2q5nhilWjuy_mOM5W79to2r1MwKxHW9ynK9Xn9PW0sLYCU_UQiPjpvSo1VSmpkrYEN54TRkzurV1b52y5Drl4tAdp2duHSCyhk9n7ayJ8vgsgwjhLgBx9-ojVg-oySYxUuJK7u_fPQ4kNNkfmTUifKEt3KbhkRTW-WpWYYUkTfdx6MrdU4R89Vhu6ozGahpZ3RGBuWxLYfUGDQg0A%26sigh%3D9SazUHY7_vrhj1wjbAXQBvbwwyA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da17b6767002a66bf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3Ds1Ag0-t5oCHkQibZd4qFzOFeqZQ&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-1791414042550651114?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a17b6767002a66bf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-like-this-at-work-lol.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-8564727950003647003</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2008 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-16T17:33:40.634-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The World</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Morals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Hell</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Complain</category><title>The following was written by Ben Stein &amp; recited by him on CBS</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNBPrBS3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GyMtGCcujAc/s1600-h/stein.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246781166387151794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNBPrBS3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GyMtGCcujAc/s320/stein.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Commentary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My confession: I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful lit up, bejeweled trees, Christmas trees.. I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, 'Merry Christmas' to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship celebrities and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where these celebrities came from and where the America we knew went to. In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson asked her 'How could God let something like this happen?' (regarding Katrina) Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, 'I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?'&lt;br /&gt;In light of recent events... Terrorists attack, school shootings, etc. I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found a few years ago) complained she didn't want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK. Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr Spock's son committed suicide). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK. Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with 'WE REAP WHAT WE SOW.' Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing. Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-8564727950003647003?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/09/following-was-written-by-ben-stein.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SNBPrBS3Q7I/AAAAAAAAAVk/GyMtGCcujAc/s72-c/stein.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-8214794212419142144</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Aug 2008 18:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T11:32:47.687-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">idiots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">calls</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Airline</category><title>DO YOU WANT TO LAUGH</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you need a good laugh, keep reading! A Washington , D.C. airport ticket agent offers some examples of why our country is in trouble! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I had a New Hampshire Congresswoman ask for an aisle seat so that her hair wouldn't get messed up by being near the window.  (On an airplane!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got a call from a candidate's staffer, who wanted to go to Capetown. I started to explain the length of the flight and the passport information, then she interrupted me with, "I'm not trying to make you look stupid, but Capetown is in Massachusetts ." Without trying to make her look stupid, I calmly explained, "Cape Cod is in Massachusetts , Capetown is in Africa .  Her response - click&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A senior Vermont Congressman called, furious about a Florida  package we did. I asked what was wrong with the vacation in  Orlando .  He said he was expecting an ocean-view room. I tried to explain that's  not possible, since Orlando is in the middle of the state.  He replied, "Don't lie to me, I looked on the map and Florida is a very thin state!" (OMG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I got a call from a lawmaker's wife who asked, "Is it possible to see England from Canada ?"  I said, "No."  She said, "But they look so close on the map."  (OMG, again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An aide for a cabinet member once called and asked if he could rent a car in Dallas . When I pulled up the reservation, I noticed he had only a 1-hour layover in Dallas .  When I asked him why he wanted to rent a car, he said, "I heard Dallas was a big airport, and we will need a car to drive  between gates to save time." (Aghhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. An Illinois Congresswoman called last week. She needed to know how it was possible that her flight from Detroit left at 8:30 AM got to Chicago at 8:33 AM. I explained that Michigan was an hour ahead of Illinois , but she couldn't understand the concept of time zones. Finally, I told her the plane went fast, and she bought that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. A New York lawmaker called and asked, "Do airlines put your physical description on your bag so they know whose luggage belongs to whom?"  I said, "No, why do you ask?" She replied, "Well, when I checked in with the airline, they put a tag on my luggage that said (FAT), and I'm overweight. I think that's very rude!"  After putting her on hold for a minute while I looked into it (I was  laughing). I came back and explained the city code for Fresno , CA is  ( FAT - Fresno AirTerminal), and the airline was just putting a destination tag on her luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. A Senator's aide called to inquire about a trip package to  Hawaii . After going over all the cost info, she asked, "Would it be cheaper to fly to California , and then take the train to Hawaii ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I just got off the phone with a freshman Congressman who asked,  "How do I know which plane to get on?"  I asked him what exactly he meant, to which he replied, "I was told my flight number is 823, but none of these planes have numbers on them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A lady Senator called and said, "I need to fly to Pepsi-Cola , Florida . Do I have to get on one of those little computer planes?"  I asked if she meant fly to Pensacola , Fl. on a commuter plane. She said, "Yeah, whatever, smarty!"&lt;br /&gt;11. A senior Senator called and had a question about the documents he needed in order to fly to China . After a lengthy discussion about pass ports, I reminded him that he needed a visa.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no I don't. I've been to China many times and never had to have one of those." I double checked and sure enough, his stay required a visa. When I told him this he said, "Look, I've been to China four  times and every time they have accepted my American Express!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A New Mexico Congresswoman called to make reservations.  "I want to go from Chicago to Rhino, New York ."  I was at a loss for words. Finally, I said, "Are you sure that's the  name of the town?" "Yes, what flights do you have?" replied the lady.  After some searching, I came back with, "I'm sorry, ma'am, I've looked up every airport code in the country and can't find a Rhino anywhere. "The lady retorted,  "Oh, don't be silly! Everyone knows where it is. Check your map!"  So I scoured a map of the state of New York and finally offered, "You don't mean Buffalo , do you?" The reply! "Whatever! I knew it was a big animal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why the Government is in the shape that it's in !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-8214794212419142144?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-you-want-to-laugh.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-5583957223907571458</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 00:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T17:20:16.073-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family Community</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Non-Judgemental</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Giving</category><title>NEVER JUDGE</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Some people!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Snorted a man standing behind me in the long line at the grocery store. 'You would think the manager would pay attention and open another line, 'said a woman. I looked to the front of the line to see what the hold up was and saw a well dressed, young woman, trying to get the machine to accept her credit card. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;No matter how many times she swiped it, the machine kept rejecting it.'It's one of them welfare card things. Damn people need to get a job like everyone else,' said the man standing behind me. The young woman turned around to see who had made the comment.   'It was me,' he said, pointing to himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The young lady's face began to change expression. Almost in tears, she dropped the welfare card onto the counter and quickly walked out of the store. Everyone in the checkout line watched as she began running to her car. Never looking back, she got in and drove away.After developing cancer in 1977 and having had to use food stamps; I had learned never to judge anyone, without knowing the circumstances of their life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This turned out to be the case today. Several minutes later a young man walked into the store. He went up to the cashier and asked if she had seen the woman. After describing her, the cashier told him that she had run out of the store, got into her car, and drove away.'Why would she do that?' asked the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyone in the line looked around at the fellow who had made the statement. &amp;amp;nb sp; 'I made a stupid comment about the welfare card she was using.  Something I shouldn't have said. I'm sorry,' said the man.'Well, that's bad, real bad, in fact.  Her brother was killed in Afghanistan two years ago. He had three young children and she has taken on that responsibility. She's twenty years old, single, and now has three children to support,' he said in a very firm voice.'I'm really truly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; I didn't know,' he replied, shaking both his hands about. The young man asked, 'Are these paid for?' pointing to the shopping cart full of groceries. 'It wouldn't take her card,' the clerk told him.'Do you know where she lives?' asked the man who had made the comment.'Yes, she goes to our church.''Excuse me,' he said as he made his way to the front of the line. He pulled out his wallet, took out his credit card and told the cashier, 'Please use my card. PLEASE!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The clerk took his credit card and began to ring up the young woman's groceries. Hold on,' said the gentleman. He walked back to his shopping cart and began loading his own groceries onto the belt to be included. 'Come on people. We got three kids to help raise!' he told everyone in line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyone began to place their groceries onto the fast moving belt. A few customers began bagging the food and placing it into separate carts. 'Go back and get two big turkeys,' yelled a heavyset woman, as she looked at the man. 'NO,' yelled the man.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyone stopped dead in their tracks. The entire store became quiet for several seconds. 'Four turkeys,' yelled the man. Everyone began laughing and went back to work. When all was said and done, the man paid a total of $1,646.57 for the groceries. He then walked over to the side,  pulled out his check book, and began writing a check using the bags of dog food piled near the front of the store for a writing surf ace. He turned around and handed the check to the young man. 'She will need a freezer and a few other things as well,' he told the man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The young man looked at the check and said, 'This is really very generous of you.''No,' said the man. 'Her brother was the generous one.'Everyone in the store had been observing the odd commotion and began to clap.  And I drove home that day feeling very American.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We live in the Land of the free, because of the Brave! Remember our Troops of Yesterday and Today !Kindness is the language the blind can see and the deaf can hear. - Mark TwainA great example of why we should be kind and patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-5583957223907571458?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/07/never-judge.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-4172051500386982586</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 00:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-11T17:20:04.022-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">oxygen</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">drowning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lungs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dry drowning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sad</category><title>"DRY DROWING" Very Serious</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PLASE VISIT THE SITE LISTED BELOW AND READ HOW A CHILD COULD DIE 12 HOURS AFTER SWIMMING BY SWALLOWING A SMALL AMOUNT OF WATER INTO THE LUNGS. WHAT A TRAGEDY FOR THIS YOUNG BOY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24982210/&amp;amp;GT1=43001"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24982210/&amp;amp;GT1=43001&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/24982102#24982102"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/24982102#24982102&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHECK OUT THE SYMPTOMS IN THE STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-4172051500386982586?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/06/dry-drowing-very-serious.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-8376025553067709917</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 May 2008 19:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-25T12:22:41.312-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Money</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Greed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Politicians</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Debt</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Perspective</category><title>A BILLION DOLLARS, go figure this one out??</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FABULOUS INFORMATION!! WE NEED TO KEEP THIS IN MIND AND MAKE SURE MORE PEOPLE IN THE U.S. ARE AWARE OF THIS. THIS IS THE PEOPLE THAT WANTS TO SIT BACK AND NOT GET INVOLVED OR THINK THEY DO NOT HAVE THE TIME TO STAND UP AND MAKE THEIR VOICE HEARD. WELL HELLO AMERICA, THIS IS WHAT IS GOING ON, SO DON'T SIT BACK AND CRY UNLESS YOU ARE WILLING TO HELP GET SOMETHING DONE. NO VOICE, NO CHOICE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too true to be funny The next time you hear a politician use the word 'billion' in a casual manner, think about whether you want the 'politicians' spending YOUR tax money. A billion is a difficult number to comprehend, but one advertising agency did a good job of putting that figure into some perspective in one of its releases. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A. A billion seconds ago it was 1959. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive, in the flesh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;C. A billion hours ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;D. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth on two feet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E. A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and 20 minutes, at the rate our &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;government is spending it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While this thought is still fresh in our brain, let's take a look at New Orleans It's amazing what you can learn with some simple division&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana Senator, Mary Landrieu (D), is presently asking the Congress for $250 BILLION to rebuild New Orleans . Interesting number, what does it mean?&lt;br /&gt;A. Well, if you are one of 484,674 residents of New Orleans (every man, woman, child), you each get $516,528. B. Or, if you have one of the 188,251 homes in New Orleans , your home gets $1,329,787. C. Or, if you are a family of four, your family gets $2,066,012. Washington , D.C .. HELLO!!! ... Are all your calculators broken??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accounts Receivable Tax&lt;br /&gt;Building Permit Tax&lt;br /&gt;CDL License Tax&lt;br /&gt;Cigarette Tax&lt;br /&gt;Corporate Income Tax&lt;br /&gt;Dog License Tax&lt;br /&gt;Federal Income Tax&lt;br /&gt;Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)&lt;br /&gt;Fishing License Tax&lt;br /&gt;Food License Tax&lt;br /&gt;Fuel Perm it Tax&lt;br /&gt;Gasoline Tax&lt;br /&gt;Hunting License Tax&lt;br /&gt;Inheritance Tax&lt;br /&gt;Inventory Tax&lt;br /&gt;IRS Interest Charges (tax on top of tax),&lt;br /&gt;IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax),&lt;br /&gt;Liquor Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Luxury Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Marriage License Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Medicare Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Property Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Real Estate Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Service charge taxes,&lt;br /&gt;Social Security Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Road Usage Tax (Truckers),&lt;br /&gt;Sales Taxes,&lt;br /&gt;Recreational Vehicle Tax,&lt;br /&gt;School Tax,&lt;br /&gt;State Income Tax,&lt;br /&gt;State Unemployment Tax (SUTA),&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Federal Excise Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Federal Universal Service Fe e Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Federal, State and Local Su rcharge Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Minimum Usage Su rcharge Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Telephone State and Local Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Telephone Usage Charge Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Utility Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle License Registration Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle Sales Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Watercraft Registration Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Well Permit Tax,&lt;br /&gt;Workers Compensation Tax.&lt;br /&gt;STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?&lt;br /&gt;Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;and our nation was the most prosperous in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;middle class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.&lt;br /&gt;What happened? Can you spell 'politicians!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I still have to 'press&lt;br /&gt;1' for English.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this goes around THE&lt;br /&gt;USA at least 100 times&lt;br /&gt;What the heck happened?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-8376025553067709917?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/05/billion-dollars-go-figure-this-one-out.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-8394474896046481453</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 May 2008 05:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-16T22:28:55.416-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">joy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Helping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feeding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">loving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">needing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Giving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">caring</category><title>Before I was a mom or grandmother</title><description>I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom, I had never been puked on, Pooped on, Chewed on, Peed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;I slept all night. Before I was a Mom, I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots, I never looked into teary eyes and cried. I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep. Before I was a Mom or GRANDMA, I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put her down. I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much. I never knew that I could love someone so much. I never knew I would love being a Mom. Before I was a Mom,I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body. I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child. I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy. Before I was a Mom, I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay. I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache, the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom and grandmother..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-8394474896046481453?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/05/before-i-was-mom-or-grandmother.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-6919861788214430383</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-10T10:56:13.486-07:00</atom:updated><title>HAPPY MOTHERS DAY</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SCXhhmdCfxI/AAAAAAAAASM/rqBjif9XD7U/s1600-h/prayer.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198809312243384082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SCXhhmdCfxI/AAAAAAAAASM/rqBjif9XD7U/s320/prayer.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I ask the   Lord to bless you, as I pray for you today, to guide you and protect you, as you go along your way. God's love is always with you, God's promises are true. And when you give God all your cares, you know God will see you through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-6919861788214430383?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SCXhhmdCfxI/AAAAAAAAASM/rqBjif9XD7U/s72-c/prayer.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-2452336996959296423</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T19:21:09.018-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Training</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gift</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Liberty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Army</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Camp</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Statue</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Grandfathers</category><title>HUMAN STATUE</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SBe7u6GNxXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZwBkL3J29ZY/s1600-h/Human+statue.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194827109738857842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SBe7u6GNxXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZwBkL3J29ZY/s320/Human+statue.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is INCREDIBLE! The picture was taken in 1918.. It is 18,000 men preparing for war in a training camp at Camp Dodge in Iowa. A gift from our grandfathers. One might make note: this was W-A-Y before computers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5857818046782187027-2452336996959296423?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/human-statue.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SBe7u6GNxXI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ZwBkL3J29ZY/s72-c/Human+statue.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-5885317863498785689</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 01:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-16T18:21:10.962-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">e-mails</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny stuff</category><title>I had to post this, very true and very funny...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I just want to thank all of you for your educational emails over the past year. Thanks to you, I no longer open a public bathroom door without using a paper towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't use the remote in a hotel room because I don't know what the last person was doing while flipping through the adult movie channels. I can't sit down on the hotel bedspread because I can only imagine what has happened on it since it was last washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble shaking hands with someone who has been driving because the number one pastime while driving alone is picking your nose. (although cell phone usage may be taking the number one spot) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don t forget ..lemons!!!! Don t get them in your drinks (if they still have the peel). Dirty hands are everywhere!!!! Eating a Little Debbie sends me on a guilt trip because I can only imagine how many gallons of trans fats I have consumed over the years. I can't touch any woman's purse for fear she has placed it on the floor of a public bathroom. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must send my special thanks to whoever sent me the one about poop in the glue on envelopes because I now have to use a wet sponge with every envelope that needs sealing. Also, now I have to scrub the top of every can I open for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer have any savings because I gave it to a sick girl (Penny Brown) who is about to die in the hospital for the 1,387,258th time. I no longer have any money at all, but that will change once I receive the $15,000 that Bill Gates/Microsoft and AOL are sending me for participating in their special e-mail program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer worry about my soul because I have 363,214 angels looking out for me, and St. Theresa's novena has granted my every wish. I no longer eat KFC because their chickens are actually horrible mutant freaks with no eyes or feathers. I no longer use cancer-causing deodorants even though I smell like a water buffalo on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you, I have learned that my prayers only get answered if I forward an email to seven of my friends and make a wish within five minutes. Because of your concern I no longer drink Coca Cola because it can remove toilet stains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer can buy gasoline without taking someone along to watch the car so a serial killer won't crawl in my back seat when I'm pumping gas. I no longer drink Pepsi or Dr. Pepper since the people who make these products are atheists who refuse to put 'Under God' on their cans. I no longer use Saran wrap in the microwave because it causes cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for letting me know I can't boil a cup of water in the microwave anymore because it will blow up in my face...disfiguring me for life. I no longer check the coin return on pay phones because I could be pricked with a needle infected with AIDS. I no longer go to shopping malls because someone will drug me with a perfume sample and rob me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer receive packages from UPS or FedEx since they are actually Al Qaeda in disguise. I no longer shop at Target since they are French and don't support our American troops or the Salvation Army. I no longer answer the phone because someone will ask me to dial a number for which I will get a phone bill with calls to Jamaica , Uganda , Singapore and Uzbekistan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer buy expensive cookies from Neiman Marcus since I now have their recipe. Thanks to you, I can't use anyone's toilet but mine because a big brown African spider is lurking under the seat to cause me instant death when it bites my butt. And thanks to your great advice, I can't ever pick up $5.00 dropped in the parking lot because it probably was placed there by a sex molester waiting underneath my car to grab my leg. I can no longer drive my car because I can't buy gas from certain gas companies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't copy and paste this and send this to at least 144,000 people in the next 70 minutes, a large dove with diarrhea will land on your head at 5:00 PM this afternoon and the fleas from 12 camels will infest your back, causing you to grow a hairy hump. I know this will occur because it actually happened to a friend of my next door neighbor's ex-mother-in-law's second husband's cousin's beautician... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have a wonderful day.... Oh, by the way...... A German scientist from Argentina , after a lengthy study, has discovered that people with insufficient brain activity read their e-mail with their hand on the mouse. Don't bother taking it off now, it's too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-5885317863498785689?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-had-to-post-this-very-true-and-very.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-1880060736326105509</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-13T17:33:09.538-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Outstanding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">appreciate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">award</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friendship</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bloggers</category><title>Outstanding Award</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SAKlZhsGgjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/i8tmNeHr0mk/s1600-h/outstandingbloggeraward-bluedreamer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188891578642891314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SAKlZhsGgjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/i8tmNeHr0mk/s320/outstandingbloggeraward-bluedreamer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY DEAR FRIEND ANGEL BABY SHARED THIS AWARD  WITH ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I GREATLY APPRECIATE HER FRIENDSHIP AND HER HARD WORK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you Angelbaby for sahring and caring, your buddy and pal Colorado Baby loves you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-1880060736326105509?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dear-friend-angel-baby-passed-this.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/SAKlZhsGgjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/i8tmNeHr0mk/s72-c/outstandingbloggeraward-bluedreamer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-163110065624570147</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 13:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T06:51:25.691-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Trial</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Footprints in the Sand</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Suffering</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lord</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Dream</category><title>Footprints</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R_ONuZmgYNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-3Ps26heACQ/s1600-h/footprint1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184643424319463634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R_ONuZmgYNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-3Ps26heACQ/s320/footprint1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;One night a man had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;He dreamt he was walking with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky flashed scenes of his life.&lt;br /&gt;For each scene, he noticed two sets&lt;br /&gt;of footprints in the sand:&lt;br /&gt;One belonged to him,&lt;br /&gt;and the other to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the last scene of his life flashed before him,&lt;br /&gt;He looked back at the footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;He noticed that many times&lt;br /&gt;along the path of his life there&lt;br /&gt;was only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;He also noticed that it had&lt;br /&gt;happened at the very lowest&lt;br /&gt;and saddest times in his life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This really bothered the man and&lt;br /&gt;he questioned the Lord about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord, you said that once I decided&lt;br /&gt;to follow you, you'd walk with me all&lt;br /&gt;the way. But I have noticed that during&lt;br /&gt;the most troublesome times in my life,&lt;br /&gt;there is only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why, when I needed&lt;br /&gt;you most, you would leave me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;"My precious child, I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I would never leave you.&lt;br /&gt;During your times of trial and suffering,&lt;br /&gt;when you see only one set of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;it was then that I carried you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="24" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&amp;amp;add=http://cotojo.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-163110065624570147?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/04/footprints.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cotojo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R_ONuZmgYNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-3Ps26heACQ/s72-c/footprint1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-8203574908097581813</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Mar 2008 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-27T18:22:24.190-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Community Service</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Haircut</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Citizens</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vote</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wisely</category><title>FREE HAIRCUT..</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One day a florist goes to a barber for a haircut. After the cut he asked about his bill and the barber replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The florist was pleased and left the shop. When the barber goes to open his shop the next morning there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen roses waiting for him at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, a cop comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The cop is happy and leaves the shop. The next morning when the barber goes to open up there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen donuts waiting for him at his door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day, a college professor comes in for a haircut, and when he tries to pay his bill, the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The professor is very happy and leaves the shop. The next morning whe n the barber opens his shop, there is a 'thank you' card and a dozen different books, such as 'How to Improve Your Business' and 'Becoming More Successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Then, a Congressman comes in for a haircut, and when he goes to pay his bill the barber again replies, 'I cannot accept money from you. I'm doing community service this week.' The Congressman is very happy and leaves the shop. The next morning when the barber goes to open up, there are a dozen Congressmen lined up waiting for a free haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, illustrates the fundamental difference between the citizens of our country and the members of our Congress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote WISELY this year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-8203574908097581813?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/free-haircut.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-3430309850578730813</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2008 16:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Easter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jesus is the Reason</category><title>Happy Easter Everyone</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NqBHg_QHUU/R-aPRFULHDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d63jMbpV9BY/s1600-h/Jesus+is+the+Reason.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180985944983673906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NqBHg_QHUU/R-aPRFULHDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d63jMbpV9BY/s400/Jesus+is+the+Reason.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2NqBHg_QHUU/R-aMklULHBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ewFCX_f_MEE/s1600-h/Jesus+is+the+Reason.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="24" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&amp;amp;add=http://cotojo.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5857818046782187027-3430309850578730813?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-everyone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (cotojo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2NqBHg_QHUU/R-aPRFULHDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/d63jMbpV9BY/s72-c/Jesus+is+the+Reason.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-318801581227371798</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T18:02:15.462-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sacrifice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Resurrection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Easter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>The Resurrection Of Jesus</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R-Bj5mlTFsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8Qc5gkM99SU/s1600-h/resurrection.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179249412736751298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R-Bj5mlTFsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8Qc5gkM99SU/s320/resurrection.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;JOHN 11:25-26&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jesus said, I am the resurrection and the life, he who believes in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will live , even though he dies; and who ever lives and believes in me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will never die. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;May this Easter be a blessing to you and let not your deeds seperate you from the True and Living God. Remember he paid the ultimate price for you and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-318801581227371798?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/resurrection-of-jesus.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R-Bj5mlTFsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/8Qc5gkM99SU/s72-c/resurrection.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-8346488511981630826</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 02:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-17T19:33:46.470-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Technology</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New Age</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Storage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Old Age</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Heavy</category><title>Guess what this is????</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R98jsGlTFmI/AAAAAAAAAOo/O-noQh5L5Yg/s1600-h/disk.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178897998512592498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R98kSmlTFnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7vkGtDrll_M/s320/disk.bmp" width="283" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funonthenet/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funonthenet/join/" target="_blank"&gt;Its a hard disk in 1956....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funonthenet/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funonthenet/join/" target="_blank"&gt;HDD with 5MB storage in 1956.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funonthenet/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funonthenet/join/" target="_blank"&gt;In September 1956 IBM launched the 305 RAMAC, the first computer with a hard disk drive (HDD). The HDD weighed over a ton and stored 5MB of data.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funonthenet/join/" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funonthenet/join/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tart appreciating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -your 4 GB memory stick!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Modern Technology has come along way. I  remember when Televisions started to become popular and when we did not have computers or cell phones,, kind of scary..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am only 45 years old...?? Hmmmm!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-8346488511981630826?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/guess-what-this-is.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R98kSmlTFnI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7vkGtDrll_M/s72-c/disk.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-6229568502290782844</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2008 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-16T19:51:45.017-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">YOU</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jesus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cross</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>THE "U" IN JESUS</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before U were thought of or time had begun, God stuck U in the name of His Son. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And each time U pray, you'll see it's true,You can't spell out JesUs and not include U. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;You're a pretty big part of His wonderful name, For U, He was born; that's why He came. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;And His great love for U is the reason He died. It even takes U to spell crUcified. Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand He rose from the dead, with U in His plan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stones split away, the gold trUmpet blew, and this word resUrrection is spelled with a U. When JesUs left earth at His upward ascension, He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. 'Go into the world and tell them it's true That I love them all - Just like I love U.' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;So many great people are spelled with a U, Don't they have a right to know JesUs too? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;It all depends now on what U will do, He'd like them to know, But it all starts with U. Will YOU pass it on. When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-6229568502290782844?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/u-in-jesus.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-5254465496806897266</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2008 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-11T04:58:22.217-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Free PC Security</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CONGRATULATIONS</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Number1 on Google</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cotojo</category><title>COTOJO CONGRATULATIONS</title><description>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thanks go to to all of my readers and subscribers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My co-author Colin aka cotojo started his &lt;a href="http://cotojo.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Free PC Security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog 11 months ago and has been in &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Googles top 10 for much of that time&lt;/span&gt;, reaching number 2 on Google Search for his niche, Free PC Security. I was very pleased to learn that he is now at &lt;a href="http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&amp;amp;q=free+pc+security&amp;amp;btnG=Search&amp;amp;meta="&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Googles number 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; spot. His blog remains Free without paid links etc. Thank you all for your continued support.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLIN AS I SAID BEFORE YOU DESERVE THIS,, YOU HAVE WORKED HARD..You are a good friend and Co-Author.. I have never met someone who knows Computer Programming like you, not to take anything from anyone else..BUT YOU DESERVE IT BUDDY...I am proud of you. Your Buddy Colorado Baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click thumbmail for full size image&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="number-1-on-google.jpg" href="http://cotojo.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/number-1-on-google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="number-1-on-google.jpg" src="http://cotojo.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/number-1-on-google.thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="24" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&amp;amp;add=http://cotojo.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h6&gt;© &lt;a href="http://cotojo.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Free PC Security 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-5254465496806897266?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-thanks-go-to-to-all-of-my-readers.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-8943102929920097622</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Mar 2008 02:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-13T09:53:10.102-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">NATION</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">FREEDOM OF SPEECH</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">US MARINES</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">TERRORISTS</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">HOUSEWIFE</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">9/11</category><title>A MARINE HOUSEWIFE SPEAKS HER MIND</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Written by a Marine housewife in New Jersey to the NewYork Times, this is one ticked off lady. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we fighting a war on terror or aren't we? Was it or was it not started by Islamic people who brought it to our shores on September 11, 2001?Were people from all over the world, mostly Americans, not brutally murdered that day, in downtown Manhattan, across the Potomac from our nation's capitol and in a field in Pennsylvania? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nearly three thousand men, women and children die a horrible, burning or crushing death that day, or didn't they? And I'm supposed to care that a copy of the Koran was "desecrated" when an overworked American soldier kicked it or got it wet?...Well, I don't. I don't care at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start caring when Osama bin Laden turns himself in and repents for incinerating all those innocent people on 9/11. I'll care about the Koran when the fanatics in the Middle East start caring about the Holy Bible, the mere possession of which is a crime inSaudi Arabia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll care when these thugs tell the world they are sorry for hacking off Nick Berg's head while Berg screamed through his gurgling slashed throat. I'll care when the cowardly so-called "insurgents" in Iraq and Afghanistan come out and fight like men instead of disrespecting their own religion by hiding in mosques. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll care when the mindless zealots who blow themselves up in search of nirvana care about the innocent children within range of their suicide bombs. I'll care when the American media stops pretending that their First Amendment liberties are somehow derived from international law instead of the United States Constitution's Bill of Rights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, when I hear a story about a brave marine roughing up an Iraqi terrorist to obtain information, know this: I don't care. When I see a fuzzy photo of a pile of naked Iraqi prisoners who have been humiliated in what amounts to a college-hazing incident, rest assured: I don't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a wounded terrorist get shot in the head when he is told not to move because he might be booby-trapped, you can take it to the bank: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;When I hear that a prisoner, who was issued a Koran and a prayer mat, and fed "special" food that is paid for by my tax dollars, is complaining that his holy book is being "mishandled," you can absolutely believe in your heart of hearts: I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And oh, by the way, I've noticed that sometimes it's spelled "Koran" and other times "Quran." Well, Jimmy Crack Corn and, you guessed it, I don't care!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree with this viewpoint, pass this on. Sooner or later, it'll get to the people responsible for this ridiculous behavior! If you don't agree, then by all means don't agree. Please don't complain when more atrocities committed by radical Muslims happen here in our great Country! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And may I add: "Some people spend an entire lifetime wondering if they made a difference in the world. But, the Marines don't have that problem." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ronald Reagan I have another quote that I would like to add AND.......I hope you remember this. "If we ever forget that we're One Nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ronald Reagan One last thought for the day: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case we find ourselves starting to believe all the Anti-American sentiment and negativity, we should remember England's Prime Minister Tony Blair's words during a recent interview. When asked by one of his Parliament members why he believes so much in America, he said; "A simple way to take measure of a country is to look at how many want in... and how many want out." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only four defining forces have ever offered to die for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus Christ, 2. The American G. I., 3. The British Soldier and 4. The Canadian Soldier, One died for your soul, the other 3 for your freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;img height="24" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&amp;amp;add=http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-8943102929920097622?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/marine-housewife-states-her-opinion.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-7127813394343707157</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 01:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-03T18:48:26.793-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cartoon character</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Question</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Funny</category><title>CARTOON CHARACTERS</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8y1ze05OrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oyD6tSxvqjA/s1600-h/power+puff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173709967994731186" style="CURSOR: hand" height="98" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8y1ze05OrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oyD6tSxvqjA/s200/power+puff.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I think of myself as BUTTER CUP, cuz I have a little Latina Temper, My hair is jet black and I want to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8y1jO05OqI/AAAAAAAAAME/tje9NNGuXPg/s1600-h/power+puff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8y0A-05OpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xHepNNi7TPw/s1600-h/tinker+bell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173708000899709586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8y0A-05OpI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xHepNNi7TPw/s200/tinker+bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;My Eldest Granddaughter thinks of her self as TINKER BELL, cuz she is smart, pretty and always trying to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8ywlO05OnI/AAAAAAAAALs/5lI1g7nSLtA/s1600-h/bugs.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173704225623456370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8ywlO05OnI/AAAAAAAAALs/5lI1g7nSLtA/s200/bugs.gif" width="93" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I choose &lt;em&gt;BUGS BUNNY&lt;/em&gt; for my friend and "Co-Author" Colin-Cotojo cuz he is always out smarting the duck,, that's the Colin I know....he knows whats up...WHAT'S UP DOC?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I wonder what cartoon character you would choose for yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. PLEASE TELL US WHAT CHARACTER YOU WOULD BE? And say why,,,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-7127813394343707157?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-cartoon-character-are-you.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gA97J8lIsX4/R8y1ze05OrI/AAAAAAAAAMM/oyD6tSxvqjA/s72-c/power+puff.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-7929019213933884241</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-13T09:49:38.831-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cotojo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Laketrees</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Competition Winner</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Christmas</category><title>Winner of Laketrees Christmas Competition</title><description>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was the winner of Kim's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://laketrees.blogspot.com/2008/02/portrait-of-laura.html" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Win a Free Portrait for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Competition # 2 over at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://laketrees.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Laketrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The subject that I chose was my daughter Laura. Kim painted this from an A4 photograph that I supplied. Kim has been suffering from a frozen shoulder, so this is truly remarkable and the likeness is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="Portrait of Colin's Daughter" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaP-wdLFjw0/R8C-2ItlirI/AAAAAAAAB7g/m1VPVsRZh2s/s400/laura24.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="320" alt="Photo of Colin's Daughter" src="http://i198.photobucket.com/albums/aa306/cotojo/number2%20album/BirthdayGirl.jpg" width="240" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What makes this all the more special is that I found out on my birthday just before Christmas, that I had won this awesome and amazing competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The photograph used was taken on my daughter's 15th Birthday in early January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If you want to see a larger image of the portrait, head on over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://laketrees.blogspot.com/2008/02/portrait-of-laura.html" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kim at laketrees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and click on the image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you so very much Kim, it is an amazing painting and perfect in detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Related Posts:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/2007/11/19/win-a-free-portrait-for-christmas/" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Win a Free Portrait for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/2007/10/25/kims-christmas-competition/" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;Kim's Christmas Competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posted by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://grottynosh.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Colin aka cotojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;img height="24" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&amp;amp;add=http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-7929019213933884241?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/winner-of-laketrees-christmas.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iaP-wdLFjw0/R8C-2ItlirI/AAAAAAAAB7g/m1VPVsRZh2s/s72-c/laura24.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857818046782187027.post-8290624525998390745</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-28T06:34:42.055-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Helping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Understanding</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ashamed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sharing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Skid Row</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Drunk</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Giving</category><title>THROUGH MY CHILDS EYES</title><description>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;We were the only family with a child in the restaurant. I sat Josiah in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly sitting and talking. Suddenly, Josiah squealed with glee and said, 'Hi.' He pounded his fat baby hands on the high chair tray. His eyes were crinkled in laughter and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin, as he wriggled and giggled with merriment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man whose pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. 'Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster,' the man said to Josiah. My husband and I exchanged looks, 'What should we do?' Josiah continued to laugh and answer, 'Hi.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, 'Do ya patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek- a-boo.' Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Josiah, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. 'Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Josiah,' I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to sidestep him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Josiah leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's 'pick-me-up' position. Before I could stop him, Josiah had propelled himself from my arms to the man. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love and kinship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Josiah in his arms and his eyes opened and set squarely on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said in a firm commanding voice, 'You take care of this baby.' Somehow I managed, 'I will,' from a throat that contained a tone. He pried Josiah from his chest, lovingly and longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, 'God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift.' I said nothing more than a muttered thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Josiah in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Josiah so tightly, and why I was saying, 'My God, my God, forgive me.' I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking, 'Are you willing to share your son for a moment?' when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, 'To enter the Kingdom of God , we must become as little children.' Sometimes, it takes a child to remind us of what is really important. We must always remember who we are, where we came from and, most importantly, how we feel about others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothes on your back or the car that you drive or the house that you live in does not define you at all; it is how you treat your fellow man that identifies who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Bookmark using any bookmark manager!" href="http://www.addthis.com/bookmark.php" target="_blank" rel="dofollow"&gt;&lt;img height="24" alt="AddThis Social Bookmark Button" src="http://s9.addthis.com/button2-bm.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&amp;amp;add=http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857818046782187027-8290624525998390745?l=sharingifts4u.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://sharingifts4u.blogspot.com/2008/02/through-my-childs-eyes.html</link><author>ColoradoBaby4u@gmail.com (Colorado Baby Cares)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
