<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050</id><updated>2015-11-10T19:34:14.789-05:00</updated><category term="kids"/><category term="Tasha"/><category term="Charleston"/><category term="Humor"/><category term="children"/><category term="Small TAlk Six"/><category term="cycles of life"/><category term="funny"/><category term="life"/><category term="school"/><category term="Not Me Monday"/><category term="computers humor"/><category term="soldiers"/><category term="fun"/><category term="Christmas"/><category term="Miltary"/><category term="growing up"/><category 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colony"/><category term="talents"/><category term="tantums"/><category term="tea party"/><category term="teaching"/><category term="teachyurchildren"/><category term="teddy bears"/><category term="teen violence"/><category term="teens"/><category term="terriost"/><category term="texas shooting"/><category term="the cross"/><category term="the daze of summer"/><category term="the threemuseteers and Barbie"/><category term="theendtimes"/><category term="things that are important"/><category term="things that go hmm"/><category term="things to do"/><category term="thingss I learned"/><category term="three year old"/><category term="three year old. life"/><category term="timdowns"/><category term="time change"/><category term="toddles"/><category term="toothaches"/><category term="training for the 5K"/><category term="traveling alone."/><category term="tribute"/><category term="truck"/><category term="trust"/><category term="tweeting"/><category term="uhaul"/><category term="understanding"/><category term="view"/><category term="virtual worl"/><category term="visiting"/><category term="waking up"/><category term="walking"/><category term="water"/><category term="wednesday"/><category term="werewolves"/><category term="what do you call the season"/><category term="wine"/><category term="wishes"/><category term="wishes..."/><category term="women. enpowered"/><category term="wondering"/><category term="wordlesswedness"/><category term="world"/><title type='text'>As I see It</title><subtitle type='html'>Unless someone like you cares  cares a whole  awful lot,  nothing will get better, no it&#39;s not!&#xa;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>308</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-6850292268457397861</id><published>2015-11-10T19:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2015-11-10T19:34:14.829-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childrens fears"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="death of a child"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="losing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sadness"/><title type='text'>Going on: Dealing with the death of a child</title><summary type="text">


M&#39;Lynn: [crying] I&#39;m fine, I&#39;m fine, I&#39;m fine.

[screaming]

M&#39;Lynn: I&#39;m
fine! I can jog all the way to Texas and back, but my daughter can&#39;t! She never
could! Oh God! I am so mad I don&#39;t know what to do! I wanna know why! I wanna
know *why* Shelby&#39;s life is over! I wanna know how that baby will *ever* know
how wonderful his mother was! Will he *ever* know what she went through for
him! Oh *</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/6850292268457397861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=6850292268457397861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/6850292268457397861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/6850292268457397861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/11/going-on-dealing-with-death-of-child.html' title='Going on: Dealing with the death of a child'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_w-EXKpXfk/SWTTgebULHI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VXZCwcdLrD4/s72-c/scan0001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-2526134581779497238</id><published>2015-11-01T16:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2015-11-01T16:01:49.249-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="candy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childabuse"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="halloween"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poor"/><title type='text'>Do I have to Give Candy?</title><summary type="text">

Dear Prudence,I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country, but on one of the more “modest” streets—mostly doctors and lawyers and family business owners. (A few blocks away are billionaires, families with famous last names, media moguls, etc.) I have noticed that on Halloween, what seems like 75 percent of the trick-or-treaters are clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/2526134581779497238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=2526134581779497238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/2526134581779497238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/2526134581779497238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/11/do-i-have-to-give-candy.html' title='Do I have to Give Candy?'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Api6ptj9ft0/VjZ9Z9zHKUI/AAAAAAAADoA/_y9sVrZoH0s/s72-c/rainbowdash.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-2672015335154139445</id><published>2015-10-22T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-10-22T23:32:42.832-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Heroes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kindness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nobody"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="people"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random acts of kindness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="strangers"/><title type='text'>A shout out to Nobodies</title><summary type="text">

A midst the uncertainties of war

Every soldier is entitled to one

Certainly that he will not be…forgotten

Or abandoned,



Poor is the nation that has no heroes

Shameful is the one that having them…

Forgets,



Everyone should have heroes. But how do we choose them? Is it a rock star, or a politician? Perhaps a ball player or Nascar driver?

Everyone has someone or should. Heroes keep us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/2672015335154139445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=2672015335154139445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/2672015335154139445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/2672015335154139445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/10/a-shout-out-to-nobodies.html' title='A shout out to Nobodies'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zsYt_rOp_pA/VYRXPL7OGgI/AAAAAAAADaM/vK7r_bckQcs/s72-c/lady%2Bat%2Bdetentionpg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-37203275722582846</id><published>2015-10-19T20:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-10-22T23:30:42.680-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Belief"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fear"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prayer"/><title type='text'>Why Didn’t we believe more when it mattered?</title><summary type="text">

It has been a long time since my last Blog post. I believe
it was right after the AME shooting. My heart was not in a lot of things after
that night. However, as I am told and I say often: life goes on, memories last.
So here I am.



 Being Aware of the Danger...



We went to a “Fright Night” offering held at  Magnolia Plantation. It was set for kids, the usual skeletons, movie serial killers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/37203275722582846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=37203275722582846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/37203275722582846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/37203275722582846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/10/why-didnt-we-believe-more-when-it.html' title='Why Didn’t we believe more when it mattered?'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IMnnW795V1Y/ViWI7L2VxLI/AAAAAAAADlo/lNALY4yj_II/s72-c/scream.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-5475185396276918865</id><published>2015-06-19T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-06-19T19:16:20.260-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Charleston"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="church"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mourning"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pastor"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Shooting"/><title type='text'>Standing Strong in the Holy City</title><summary type="text">



I believe in the sun, even when it is not shining

I believe in love, even when I do not feel it

I believe in God, even when he is silent.

written by a holocaust  prisoner on the wall of Auschwitz






It
is 97 degrees in Charleston.





We
woke up to a different city today. The city we went to sleep in was not the
same we woke up too. Somewhere in between evil walked into the most sacred</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/5475185396276918865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=5475185396276918865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/5475185396276918865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/5475185396276918865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/06/i-believe-in-sun-even-when-it-is-not.html' title='Standing Strong in the Holy City'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KMx2WbjrKd0/VYSY6ZuETOI/AAAAAAAADao/JbZnAHsHkOY/s72-c/church.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Charleston, SC, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>32.7764749 -79.931051200000013</georss:point><georss:box>32.3494714 -80.576498200000017 33.203478399999995 -79.285604200000009</georss:box><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-5056782116542231877</id><published>2015-03-18T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-03-18T16:23:02.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a house of giggles</title><summary type="text">

While driving through town, Tasha noticed a homeless person
on the side of the road.  

“I bet she is thirsty, can we give her a drink?”

At the time, we had plenty of drinks and water: however we
were across three lanes of packed traffic. I had to say no, not this time

But hopefully next time.

Tasha remarked, “every time I see a homeless person, I
always think how thirsty they must be.”

Ok </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/5056782116542231877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=5056782116542231877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/5056782116542231877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/5056782116542231877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/03/living-in-house-of-giggles.html' title='Living in a house of giggles'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LsTT3zSk1Fs/VQndQ60Z6mI/AAAAAAAADRk/1qB2BUr0m-4/s72-c/coloblack-blue-dress-exlarge-169.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-4577520901386305116</id><published>2015-02-15T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-02-16T16:28:24.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Canary in a mineshaft</title><summary type="text">

A few days ago, I jumped up off the sofa with the intention of helping Tasha with her grilled cheese sandwich seconds later I found myself looking up from the carpet, The computer cord which has been there for months, jumped up wrapped itself around my ankle and tripped me. Anyway, thats my story and I am sticking to it. Quite honestly it was very comical sort of event, Tasha shouting, &quot;Nanny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/4577520901386305116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=4577520901386305116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/4577520901386305116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/4577520901386305116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2015/02/like-canary-in-mine-shafts.html' title='Like a Canary in a mineshaft'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fzLGxcpHY7s/VOEkc33rFDI/AAAAAAAADPA/ivWGcZ4gedQ/s72-c/ericpic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-4428834747452858807</id><published>2014-11-18T20:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-11-18T20:48:58.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost goblins and things that go bump in the night in Charleston</title><summary type="text">

The sky looks as if it is painted a soft gray, it almost does
not look real it is so delicate. The 




The Battery


chill in the air is unusual for
Charleston, even in the winter the low country usually keeps a mild
temperature, although at times cold temperatures and occasional snow flurries
assault us, they are not what you see in the north, and Charleston remains the
subtropical paradise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/4428834747452858807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=4428834747452858807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/4428834747452858807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/4428834747452858807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/11/ghost-goblins-and-tings-that-go-bump-in.html' title='Ghost goblins and things that go bump in the night in Charleston'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-61d_0W_n9Fg/VGvqJ4MNYfI/AAAAAAAADG4/nnES29-_mUg/s72-c/charlestonsky.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-627972312428112149</id><published>2014-11-10T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2014-11-10T18:26:04.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Marine Corps</title><summary type="text">






During the American Revolution, many important political discussions took place in the inns and taverns of Philadelphia, including the founding of the Marine Corps.

A committee of the Continental Congress met at Tun Tavern to draft a resolution calling for two battalions of Marines able to fight for independence at sea and on shore. 

The resolution was approved on November 10, 1775, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/627972312428112149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=627972312428112149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/627972312428112149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/627972312428112149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/11/happy-birthday-marine-corps.html' title='Happy Birthday, Marine Corps'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GUuEss_K_hA/VGFISklNScI/AAAAAAAADF0/O7uKc_AW7WU/s72-c/hbmarines.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-3257445433416050384</id><published>2014-11-02T18:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2014-11-02T18:34:01.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Give Up</title><summary type="text">


I woke up this morning feeling a little put out. You know the mornings or times where there is so much on your plate you feel Why bother any more?
I know God does nt want us to feel this way, he wants us to look forward, to count on him to make things right. And that is why, we are to trust and know He is God. 

When I get this way, I get into my Bible and read encouraging verses. I read His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/3257445433416050384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=3257445433416050384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/3257445433416050384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/3257445433416050384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/11/never-give-up.html' title='Never Give Up'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-6673004822167189187</id><published>2014-10-31T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-10-31T06:06:11.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I have to give candy?</title><summary type="text">

Dear
Prudence,
I live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the country, but on one of the
more “modest” streets—mostly doctors and lawyers and family business owners. (A
few blocks away are billionaires, families with famous last names, media
moguls, etc.) I have noticed that on Halloween, what seems like 75 percent of
the trick-or-treaters are clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/6673004822167189187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=6673004822167189187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/6673004822167189187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/6673004822167189187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/10/do-i-have-to-give-candy.html' title='Do I have to give candy?'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LaCfk7n4Umg/SvGcZePeAlI/AAAAAAAAAlw/UZRsYsuLenc/s72-c/Halloween%2B2009%2B033.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-2991098526609897661</id><published>2014-08-21T20:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2014-08-21T20:50:38.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the places you will go, the people you will see.</title><summary type="text">

you stand in the line just to hit a new low
You&#39;re faking a smile with the coffee to goYou tell me your life&#39;s been way off lineYou&#39;re falling to pieces every timeAnd I don&#39;t need no carryin&#39; onCause you had a bad dayYou&#39;re taking one downYou sing a sad song just to turn it aroundYou say you don&#39;t knowYou tell me don&#39;t lieYou work at a smile and you go for a rideYou had a bad dayThe camera </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/2991098526609897661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=2991098526609897661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/2991098526609897661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/2991098526609897661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/08/oh-places-you-will-go-people-you-will.html' title='Oh the places you will go, the people you will see.'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-1817627830188841773</id><published>2014-08-16T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-08-16T22:16:05.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it goes..customers</title><summary type="text">

Customer: I have an
emergency, can you deliver overnight?

Me: (somewhat baffled)
Emergency? I’m sorry sir what kind of Emergency?

Customer: Isn&#39;t this the
place that sells the testosterone?

Me: uh, yes.

Customer: I’m 57 and my wife
is 43! Can you ship overnight?









Sam Walton’s slogan was “the
customer is always right,” If you have worked customer service, you know how
hard it is, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/1817627830188841773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=1817627830188841773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/1817627830188841773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/1817627830188841773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/08/and-so-it-goescustomers.html' title='And so it goes..customers'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUoxmoS8j14/U_AMS9kg9QI/AAAAAAAADAE/1vpjv9EPqMI/s72-c/cust1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-4096826607476778593</id><published>2014-08-06T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-08-07T09:24:39.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheres the Light?</title><summary type="text">

Where’s the light







Happiness can be found even in the darkest of
times, if one only remembers to turn on the light’

Professor Albus Dumbledore – Hogwarts Academy



The
month of August is the worst month of the year for me. This month started the
surgeries, that were supposed to prolong Sharon’s life; but instead ended it.

Even  after so many years memories flood my mind and heart. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/4096826607476778593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=4096826607476778593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/4096826607476778593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/4096826607476778593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/08/wheres-light.html' title='Wheres the Light?'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCMhXf-7tBc/U-KyaabA76I/AAAAAAAAC_c/PfbK2Vl4gzI/s72-c/sharon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-5941160739155304348</id><published>2014-07-09T23:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2014-07-10T08:54:24.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I learned in life, I learned from the town of Mayberry.</title><summary type="text">



Mayberry
was a cozy little town in North Carolina. The High Sheriff Andy Taylor (Andy Griffith) knew every one.  He handed out judgments like Solomon, he always got his man like
the Mounties. He was quiet, strong, attracted the ladies and solved all crises
much like 007.

He
had a strong sense of family and obligation to his neighbors, so these are some things I learned from Mayberry.



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Rome
circa 333AD

During
the first century, 333AD, a Roman citizen could walk the world the entire world
without fear of being molested harmed, or dishonored in any way. Moses himself,
fled the country and lived in the desert. So great was the retribution of Rome
no one dared to come near them much less harm them. All one had to say
was: Io sono un cittadino romano. I am a Roman Citizen







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Kristoff: Really? I’m guessing you don’t have much experience
with heat. 

Olaf:
Nope! 

Olaf: 
But
sometimes I like to close my eyes, and imagine what it’d be like when summer
does come 

Bees’ll
buzz, kids’ll blow dandelion fuzz 
And
I’ll be doin’ whatever snow does in summerrrrrr 
A
drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand 
Prob’ly
getting gorgeously tanned in summerrrrr 

I’ll
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Sometimes
the simplest decision can change your life forever.  You decide to take a different route to work
and there is a fatal accident on your usual route. You miss it. Three others
don’t and perish.



Abe
Lincoln’s body guard hangs around the pub for another drink while the President
is in the theater


A
guard in Hitler’s bunker is afraid to wake him up on December sixth,
lest he become a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/3153903067317704464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=3153903067317704464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/3153903067317704464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/3153903067317704464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/06/life-such-as-it-is.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9pl5JBtMAGU/U5s5Y2lbPuI/AAAAAAAAC7A/sYfTcb2JH6o/s72-c/lifedec.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-6052230716426329561</id><published>2014-06-06T13:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2014-06-06T13:22:44.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the words of those who were there: June 6th, 1944</title><summary type="text">
I have been planning all week a special informative blog about DDay. But, I woke up this morning and thought; I can&#39;t even start to tell a better story then the men themselves. So, we have DDay in the words of the people who were there.




This
soldier writing to his parents, tells us how he felt:

2nd Lt Jack Lundberg Lead navigator, US air force,
from Woods Cross, Utah 
May 19
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Good Morning Charleston!thank youglimpse of Charleston


It
has occurred to me that my life may be a little mundane. The first thing I do
is reach for the remote (yes, the remote) murmuring, “Let’s see what is
happening in the world, today.” In addition, flip on Good Morning Charleston,
which is a prelude to Good Morning America. After hearing the traffic and
weather, I hear Denise’s alarm go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/2720960453978074539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=2720960453978074539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/2720960453978074539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/2720960453978074539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/06/leaving-your-comfort-zone.html' title='Leaving Your Comfort Zone.'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6822tJPYnjY/U4vHYaU6lnI/AAAAAAAAC4o/bifHUxWnYgo/s72-c/good+morning+charleston.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-7028159597381958440</id><published>2014-05-26T18:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2014-05-26T18:33:40.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So that others may live</title><summary type="text">

When you go home, tell them of us and sayFor their tomorrow, we gave our todayMy cousin and I used to hang out together as much as we could. Both of us came from broken families, or the popular term today &quot;dysfunctional families&quot; This term makes me laugh; is there any such thing as a &quot;functional family?&quot; &#39;But I digress.We caught fireflies, and tag. When the other kids teased me, he stood up for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/7028159597381958440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=7028159597381958440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/7028159597381958440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/7028159597381958440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/05/so-that-others-may-live.html' title='So that others may live'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLTyF5dy1rc/U4O-yaBZ2QI/AAAAAAAAC4E/RkP-67c1fos/s72-c/tellthemjpg.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-1235152301667117607</id><published>2014-05-10T23:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2014-05-11T10:13:27.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day 2014</title><summary type="text">









The
Kid: Why isn&#39;t there a children’s day?

Me:
Every day is children’s day, Mother’s day is for appreciating mothers and
everything they do for you.

The
Kid: Does that mean I only have to appreciate mommy tomorrow?



I
believe something was lost in the translation of that conversation. Most
articles today will talk about their mothers, and how much they did for them,
but I never knew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/1235152301667117607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=1235152301667117607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/1235152301667117607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/1235152301667117607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/05/mothers-day-2014.html' title='Mothers Day 2014'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAiHEEbCLNY/U27uPNIm-cI/AAAAAAAAC2g/cc-2tgosKLI/s72-c/DSCF0236.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-873329047032110234</id><published>2014-05-04T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2014-05-04T12:47:44.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping our kids safe...In Memory of...</title><summary type="text">



Today is &quot;Bereaved Mothers Day&quot; A day no mother wants to have a part in, and no one wants to be a member of. This is a reprint of an post from 2009, I tried to write one today, but it was too hard; this post says everything I am feeling. I would like to share it with you again.





It&#39;s cloudy and dreary in Charleston today. The temps according
to my trusty Weather Bug (which keeps chirping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/873329047032110234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=873329047032110234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/873329047032110234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/873329047032110234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/05/keeping-our-kids-safe.html' title='Keeping our kids safe...In Memory of...'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-7967498315011358080</id><published>2014-05-02T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2014-05-02T20:03:43.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours, sometimes, there are tornados</title><summary type="text">


Charleston
is below sea level, so when we get a heavy rainstorm for any time 

period, oh, say
5 minutes, a lot of our streets flood. Especially down. The people who live and
work here are used to it and prepare for the worst whenever rain is predicted
in Charleston.

The
residents of Alabama, Mississippi and other southern states were prepared for a
good rainstorm, but sudden the shrill peal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/7967498315011358080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=7967498315011358080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/7967498315011358080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/7967498315011358080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/05/when-it-rains-it-pours-sometimes-there.html' title='When it rains it pours, sometimes, there are tornados'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vQ4G3UTGXd0/SnjI1IcpsCI/AAAAAAAAAY0/95f8AZBwqvg/s72-c/storm+s+in+char.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-504593671665952050.post-7568746274107050541</id><published>2014-04-19T22:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2014-04-19T22:21:26.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s Friday but Sunday is coming....</title><summary type="text">



I
always think of Mary on Good Friday. How horrible is it to see your eldest son


picture courtesy of Virginia Rice

die in such a cruel and painful way? The bible tells us she stood by him until
the end. Jesus even called out to her “Women, behold thy son,” 

Behold
him she did. How much love do you have someone to endure what she did? Not just
at the end, but the beginning. A young girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/feeds/7568746274107050541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=504593671665952050&amp;postID=7568746274107050541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/7568746274107050541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/504593671665952050/posts/default/7568746274107050541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angel-startingover.blogspot.com/2014/04/its-friday-but-sunday-is-coming.html' title='It&#39;s Friday but Sunday is coming....'/><author><name>Angel Johnson</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/102813243448741827087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eFypKQiPBEg/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACs4/d6mhu2ixEYo/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAdU55KbDMs/U1MtVN3T0qI/AAAAAAAAC00/1UkzPz-7l4w/s72-c/hehasrisen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total><gd:extendedProperty name="commentSource" value="1"/><gd:extendedProperty name="commentModerationMode" value="FILTERED_POSTMOD"/></entry></feed>