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1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to go out to eat. (more than once but less than 10) 2. Multiply this number by 2 (just to be bold) 3. Add 5 4. Multiply it by 50 5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1757... If you haven't, add 1756. 6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born. You should have a three digit number. The first digit of this was your original number. (I.e., How many times you want to go out to restaurants in a week.) The next two numbers are YOUR AGE ! ------ (Oh YES, it is!!!)

I have been forwarded this video several times over the past few weeks. Many of you have probably seen it. But have you seen the second one. Someone sent it to me this morning. When we lived in the Valley there was a local Christian radio station ( KVMV 96.9 ). It was cool having a station like that. There were always concerts going on; and they weren't the real expensive ones. Most were in churches or other auditoriums. Gloria and I would go a lot. We also volunteered for the station. We'd sell CDs outside of the concerts and other things like that; we also got to meet several of the artists. One of those groups was Go Fish (the group whose video you might watch below). I've always enjoyed Acapella and Gloria really liked them. Anyways, here's a couple of their songs. Christmas With a Capital "C" It's About the Cross Stay blessed...john

The story says that a young waitress in a small Georgia town was working late one night. There was a young truck driver came in who was facing an arrest. His offense was not too serious; his truck was overloaded. The young man wanted to call his boss before he went to jail to inform him of the situation. Not having any change to make a call it looked like he may have had to wait a little longer for his release. For whatever reason, the waitress walked the man to the pay phone and deposited a dime so he could begin calling. The man was very thankful. Several weeks had passed by when the waitress received a particular postcard. Taped to the postcard was a dime with a thank you note. The note was signed by a man named Elvis Presley. True? I don't know. It was a story that was attributed to wonderful individual who passed away this week. A dear friend of the family died late Sunday evening. We traveled to Galveston to attend the funeral. I'm really glad we were able to...

Adventures in Revland first did this (that I saw) and I thought it was an alright thing to do. I wrote these out in my mind long before I ever wrote them here. As the writing continued I noticed it became very therapeutic. And away we go.... I confess that writing this was entirely too much fun. I confess I dislike church meetings. I confess my inability to stay organized for a long period of time. I confess that I do get disappointed with the church more than I'll ever acknowledge (again). I confess my ignorance of Jewish holidays and festivals; I always forget what was supposed to be done when. I confess my desire to be a nerd (in disguise). I confess that I probably have too many Mariah Carey singles on my IPOD. I confess that I really think that's okay. I confess I don't spend (20) hours working on a sermon...though maybe someday I will. I confess sometimes I miss Galveston. I confess that leaving churches (for a new appointment) is difficult for me. I confess my di...

Whoa, if you're anything like me (I'll pray for you) you better get the tissue ready. Talk about Thanksgiving. When I hear children speak like this I am so thankful. I thank God for His promises and for the parents and teachers of the children. This young boy called in to KSBJ a Houston Christian radio station. As I recall this is a pretty good station. Anyways, the link below has the conversation. Niagra Falls baby: Logan Calf Story http://www.ksbj.org/eblogs/morningShow/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/logan-calf-story.mp3 After hearing that how can we not be blessed...john Leave your comment about what you thought of Logan.....

In honor of birthdays across the globe, I give you: MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH AND I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST. I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA, WHICH BORE HIS FULL NAME. SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH THE SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 40-ODD YEARS AGO. COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN? UPON SEEING HIM, HOWEVER, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT. THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE. AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL. 'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE. 'WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED. HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1959. WHY DO YOU ASK?' 'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED. HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY. THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD, BALD, WRINKLED, FAT BUTT, GRAY-HAIRED, DECREPIT SON-OF-A-BISCUIT EATER ASKED, 'WHAT...

From the "Save This For a Sermon" file: Road Rage A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection. The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup. As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer. The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger printed, photographed, and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects. He said, ...

I had seen this on several methoblogs and decided to go for it. What has education in America come to? Does this mean I can raise tuition?

Some helpful advice for anyone looking to become an evil overlord. Number 100 is pretty funny. Peter's Evil Overlord List . Check out Cellblock A and B, too |thanX come to the waters|

On November 2, 2004 Theo van Gogh was brutally murdered on the streets of Amsterdam in broad daylight. His death was in response to a film he helped create months before entitled Submission. It would seem in some ways that Infidel , by Ayaan Hirsi Ali, was written in response to that event—written to those willing to administer death unto others by their own religious convictions because of it, to those who were impacted by it and simply to those who would listen. Ali had written the film and was also a target of the people who killed Theo. It is this occurrence that Ali begins her book, and allots an entire chapter to in the last pages of the book. Since the time of Theo’s death Ali has been accelerated into the spotlight as a strong voice against the treatment of Muslim women; this was the issue of Submission, and the intent of Infidel is to bring continued light to this subject matter. Ali’s other works surround this same topic. Prevalent in this topic is the total su...