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Name: Lisa
Country: United States
State: Mississippi
Metro: Meridian
Birthday: 8/6/1964
Gender: Female
Interests: God, my family, antiques, garage sales, gardening, reading, making friends, decorating, shopping, internet, weight watchers, crafts, painting, did I mention shopping????
Expertise: hmmmmmmmmm. haven't really figured that out yet.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Retail
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  dixiealisa
Member Since:
7/26/2005
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| Good Morning to my internet friends. I am enjoying my morning quiet time with the computer and a good cup of coffee. My husband and I went shopping yesterday and and bought a few more Christmas gifts. I never finish my shopping early, lol. It appears part of the joy for me is the last minute rush. This morning I have to clean house and get some laundry finished before going in to work at 2pm. I hope everyone has a wonderful blessed day. | | |
| Well I went with Lauren to the doctor yesterday and it appears I will be a grandma sooner than expected!!! Her doctor said that if she hasn't had the baby by Christmas, they will put her in the hospital and induce her labor on the 26th or 27th. She has really been a trooper this 9 months and has only gained 23 lbs. She didn't take after me, I gained about 75lbs when pregnant with her, lol. Needless to say, we are all very excited and filled with anticipation. | | |
| Wow time flies, it seems like I rarely get an opportunity to sit down at the computer for very long anymore. Things are great here. Lauren goes back to the doctor tomorrow for her check-up and should start going weekly now. It appears the baby has dropped and she is having a lot of back pain and braxton hicks contractions, we're wondering if she'll make it until January 5th. We will be relieved after seeing the doctor in the morning. Hubby is on his way back from Indiana, he traded his '51 chevy '76 for a harley sportster and had to go pick it up. He should be home in a couple of hours. Lauren will be here soon and I'm gonna try to persuade her to update my xanga site for me, wish me luck!!! Huggs Lisa | | |
| As I sit here drinking my coffee and reading mail this morning, I ponder over all the blessings given to me and all the burdens I have on my heart right now. I worry a lot and I know I that I shouldn't because my dear Lord Jesus has always taken care of us. I wish that I could control the fears and anxiety that I have. The blessing greatly outweigh the burdens but why does it seem I focus on my burdens and worry rather than give thanks for my blessings more consistently. I guess what I'm thinking is that "worrying comes naturally to me" and I would like to reverse that so that "thanking my Lord for my blessing comes as naturally". I'm not sure if I'm making sense to anyone buy myself, lol. It's time for me to quit pondering and focus on getting ready for work. Today is a really short day 10am - 2pm. Then I'm going to run to the grocery store to get some last minute supplies for Thursday. Have a Blessed Day everyone. | | |
| A Different Christmas Poem
The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,
I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.
My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,
My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.
Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,
Transforming the yard to a winter delight.
The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,
Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.
My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep.
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, perhaps I started to dream.
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know, Then the
sure sound of footsteps outside in the snow.
My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, his face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps a Marine, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, and my wife and my child.
"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, it's freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and the snow blown in drifts..
To the window that danced with a warm fire's light
Then he sighed and he said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night." "It's my duty to stand
at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times.
No one had to ask or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at 'Pearl on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That's a Christmas 'Gram always remembers."
Tho the PC crowd..say.."aw leave it out of the paper on Dec. 7...it's been over 50 yrs. and our Japanese friends hate to see it in print!"
My dad stood his watch in the jungles of 'Nam',
And now it is my turn and so, here I am.
I've not seen my own son in more than a while,
But my wife sends me pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and he carefully pulled from his bag,
The red, white, and blue... an American flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.
I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
I can sleep in a foxhole with little to eat.
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with my sister and brother..
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag will not fall."
"So go back inside," he said, "harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be all right."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
"Give you money," I asked, "or prepare you a feast?
It seems all too little for all that you've done,
For being away from your wife and your son."
Then his eye welled a tear that held no regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember we fought and we bled.
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."
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"A true friend is someone who thinks you are a
good egg even though he knows you are slightly cracked."
We do NOT stop playing because we grow old;
We grow OLD because we stop playing !
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