"Lets TALK ABOUT BREASTS

I thought a long time on how to address this issue using a more delicate Language or word that didn't offend anyone. But I'm a fella, and worse yet, I've heard all the locker room "stuff'" many times over. And the guys are gonna be guys any way I print this. But its a very important post if I can convince you to check it out, As I think there is help out there if I'm able to get you to think a little.
So, lets get it out. breasts, I for one reelee like um!!, fact izz, I have for a long long time. I think God knew that when He formed women , and made her desirous to men.
The breast cancer fear in women is global, and strikes fear in the hearts and minds of many many gals. And I don't believe it has to be. My wife struggled each time she would have to go for a mammogram because it caused much pain, and I remember going along and seeing the tears in a women who never cried. And after the tests, cancer took her in 1996.
Many cancers seem to park the tumors in the limpf nodes under the arm and develop lumps in the breast itself. My wife went through both physical pain as well as psychological issues at the removal of her breasts followed by the pain and disappointment of re-construction.
Ladies Listen. There is a test called the AMAS Test that monitors your Immune System and it's activity. The tests was created in the early 90's and is 95 percent effective in Preventing cancer. It is documented in the American Medical Associations journal of that year and is supported by facts. You don't hear of it from Conventional Medical folks for obvious reasons. but it measures immunal activity that can detect cancer YEARS before it can get to the lump stage.
It will require that you get involved in monitoring your own health issues through a Natural Medicine Professional but you would then be in control. I have taken this test when I had Bladder Cancer now 5 years ago. its a simple pee test that's painless. how much easier can it get?
be good to yourselves and check it out. you can be free of the fear. if I can help just e-mail and I'll get you more info. in fact, I addressed it in an earlier blog under AMAS test. Jenny and I have struggled long in this cancer fight, and you can reap the benefits , if you'll just begin to think on your own.. Gods Very best SSNUFFY

"" NOW WHAT""???

Together we meet yet another morning. Presents have turned into a pile of paper, the meal now, just 'pickings", and the turkey gone. For those who forgot your mates gift, your goose is cooked.
Plans are now in place to ring in the New Year and midnight on 12/31 will be a night of happy people, celebrations and parties.
Sometimes we need a reminder that we are only able to have these freedoms because someone gave their life for it. Sobering huh? If its not, you're in denial. You were allowed to grow up free, run where you wanted to run, and do almost anything within the law because someone saw the value in being free and volunteered to fight and die for your rights.
Nothing 'ticks "me off more than a group of people standing on a street corner whining about the war. They are free to demonstrate ONLY because men fought and died for the freedom they are using. If 9/11 didn't convince you that there are folks out there that want you Dead Stand easy, because none of my words will penetrate the gourd setting on your shoulders. Men are dieing today so your sisters and brothers won't risk being raped in your living room. Make no mistake. Given the chance, that will be the case and more if these terrorists aren't stopped. We all want peace. But since time began it has come at a cost, and our Soldiers are paying it, FOR YOU !!!

Over two years ago now I remember hearing about how bad the returning soldiers were being treated. Don Imus raised quit a stink about it and got a bunch of folks together to build a new facility to help them get good help. The Intrepid Hero's Center was built to help down in Texas. Just recently it was revealed that there are over 800 THOUSAND Soldiers trying to get help for various serious conditions but were literally turned away because our government couldn't keep up on PAPERWORK!!!! Stories of men traumatized to the point of SUICIDE and turned away. IF you're not embarrassed by this you should be !! These guys n gals were covering your butt so you could go do your thing.

Sometimes life gets busy, It happens to us all. but lets lay it on the line here. In an earlier post I asked for help to get something started. And the response was pathetic at best. I'm asking you again. Help me help them. I will put in the first hundred dollars. and I'll provide documented information on every donated dollar. A committee is being formed to decide who we can help. an account is being established. You can use my E-mail alroth@hbci.com. My paypal is the same. My address is 25167 Hwy 248, Minnesota City, Mn 55959. Your going to blow some dollars on New Years Eve. I'm asking you to save a buck for those giving you the freedom to go to your party. If all you can do is copy this to your e-mail list at least your doing something. But I doubt very much that there is anyone that cant afford a buck. I'm disabled and caregiver to a wife with cancer. I don't have much, but I can a little extra,,,,,,,, and so can you if your honest . Help Me Help Them, Please !!!

Just A Thought...: Thirsty For Your Love

Just A Thought...: Thirsty For Your Love

Help Me Help them, Please

It's Christmas outside, Minnesota style. From my desk in three different directions I can see the snow, comin down in buckets full. About 12-14 inches on the ground and the promise of 6 to 12 inches more before a break, At least I hope so. The hills around my little farm picturesque. Any view could be a beautiful Christmas card. Folks are out n about, slipping and sliding, trying to finish the list of presents that will be one big pile of pretty paper in just short of 6 days. Families will gather to enjoy a huge meal, and spend the rest of the day playing with new toys n games or just relaxing.
I should be excited with the Season of Christs birth but my heart Is heavy. Yesterday I heard again of Soldiers, War Hero's , sick and hurting. Thousands lost in the paperwork of Government Bureaucracy . Men and Gals close to suicide because they, we cant process the papers to help them git rid of the "stuff" war tosses at them. Lives literally destroyed because they chose to protect You and I from harm. This is more than embarrassing, It's criminal!!
Together we can start a fund to help. We may not raise enough to get them all but we'd be doing something. Someone tell me how to set this up. I'm disabled, and caregiver to a sick wife. But I will find the time to get this going, I don't have much, but I can come up with a hundred bucks to start the kitty. I'll do it all for free. Everyone can afford a buck can't they? Everyone knows someone who's been hurt by the war. We can form a committee to decide who we can help. Use all Volunteers so that all the money goes to the guys n gals that need it. We could channel the funds into a paypal account so everyone would have easier access for giving their dollars, that will work to start. The very least we owe these kids is to not forget them when their tour is over. It doesn't matter if you were for or against the war. they were covering your back. , and you owe them. If you can't find a buck, which I very seriously doubt. you can at least copy this to your address list and send it around. Help me help them. All I have is you to help. Anyone doubting that I'm doing this in Ernest can e-mail me for a copy of the funds and where they are going. Come on! get involved ! If you have ideas write me. I'm determined to do what I can. don't turn your head to these kids . its the season of giving. Save a buck for those who went to bat for you. If you all just give a buck and pass this on. We will be able to make a difference. Thnx SSNUFFY

Problems with Anti-bacterials

Through extensive advertising, manufacturers attempt to convince consumers that the're in battle with tiny invaders and must use specific antimicrobial products to protect their health. Studies suggest that the widespread use of antimicrobial chemicals may be causing these products to lose their effectiveness.
Triclosan is a common active ingredient found in modern antibacterial products. Most other engineered antibacterial agents are designed to attack organic functions of bacteria. Triclosan specifically inhibits the production of a fatty acid vital to life within bacterial cells. The problem is, bacteria that survive the introduction of Triclosan can mutate into a new strain that resists the antimicrobial chemical's effects.
How can bacteria resist the antimicrobial onslaught? Dr. Stuart B. Levy, of the Tufts School of Medicine in Boston, believes the answer lies in residual amounts of the agent that stick around after application. For those bacteria that survive, this residual soup is like one big sink-or-swim training camp. The bacteria mutate and adapt to ward off future attacks by their enemy. Microbiologists call this process selection -- those microbes that live are selected to go on to mutate and reproduce.
What's worse, some antibacterial agents go after the same physiology of bacteria that prescription antibiotics do. This means that if a particular strain of bacteria develops a resistance to an antibacterial agent in a household cleaner, it will also be resistant to similar attacks from prescription antibiotics. Microbiologists call this cross-resistance.
Other scientific studies show that some bacteria get tougher as they adapt. As Levy's report shows, although some antibacterial soaps contain an average of 2,500 micrograms of Triclosan, they still may not be enough to kill even the hardiest mutated bacteria.
In one study, researchers applied soap containing 150 micrograms of triclosan to a strain of wild (unmutated) E. coli -- bacteria commonly found in raw food. The results showed that it took a full two hours for the agent to kill 90 percent of the bacteria. It took two to four times as much triclosan under the same conditions to kill 90 percent of a mutated strain.
And adding antimicrobial chemicals to soap may be particularly ineffective. When researchers in the same study exposed the same strain of E. coli to just six micrograms of triclosan by itself, it killed as much of the bacteria in the same amount of time [source: Levy].
Overuse of antibiotics and antimicrobial cleaners may also be responsible for an increase of allergies.
Antibacterial Allergies
A 2005 study found that more than half of the American population has an allergic reaction to at least one of 10 common allergens [source: AAAAI]. Some microbiologists suspect that the emergence of the antibacterial lifestyle may be responsible.
From birth, people are bombarded by unseen microbial life, which biologists call environmental flora. These little organisms are everywhere: in dirt, on countertops, in the air and even in your own body. While some cause infection, the majority are benign. Some are even helpful, like lactobacillus, which aids in our digestion of food and kills other, harmful bacteria.
Since there are a lot more flora than there are people, the human body has developed a way of warding off infection and allergies caused by microbial life. The human body's T-helper cells generate an immunoresponse to invasions by microbes. There are two types of T-helper cells: T-H1 cells help other cells form their own defenses against microbial invaders. T-H2 cells oversee the production of antibodies, which attack and kill foreign microbes that have entered the body.
Put together, these two types of helper cells are the reason you don't die whenever someone sneezes on you or you cut your finger. They are also the reason why you don't suffer constant allergic reactions whenever you breathe.
To work correctly, these helper cells must encounter microbes and allergens. The inoculations you get as a child are actually dead or weakened strains of microbes introduced into your system that your body uses to build its defenses against other, similar strains. In a household that relies heavily on antibacterial agents, a child's immune system may not get a chance to encounter enough allergens to produce the proper antibodies and defenses against them. The antimicrobial agents used in the home will have killed most of the allergens first.
While a parent can control his or her household, he or she can't sanitize the whole world. Once a child leaves an overly santized home, his or her underdeveloped immune system will be exposed to a host of microbes and allergens.
Even resisting personal overuse of antimicrobial chemicals may not prevent you from coming in contact with them. Antibiotics may be present in the food you eat and in the water you drink.
Modern agribusinesses use antibiotics to keep their livestock healthy. These antibiotics remain in the meat from those animals that makes it to the dinner table. And runoff from livestock yards and processing plants can make its way into groundwater and other sources from which people draw water.
Should antimicrobial agents be banned? That may be a bit premature. Read the next page to find out why the jury's still out.
Testing Antibacterial Soap
In July 2000, the Emerging Infectious Diseases Conference in Atlanta, featured several presentations concerning the relationship between the antibacterial lifestyle and the emergence of resistant bacteria. One of the presenters was Stuart B. Levy, who presented a paper entitled "Antibacterial Household Products: A Cause for Concern."
In his paper, Levy details studies which suggest that people may be at the threshold of a world where bacteria -- due to the use of antibacterial products and misused antibiotics -- may overtake people's ability to kill them.
Five years later, Levy was part of another study with five colleagues in his field where the findings were very different. The scientists divided 224 households into two categories: those that were given antibacterial products and those that were not. The study took place over the course of one year, and looked at families with similar backgrounds.
A 2005 study found no significant difference in the presence of resistant bacteria between households using antibacterial products and those using non-antibacterial products.
What the researchers found is that there was no significant difference in the amount of bacteria killed by the use of antibacterial soap over regular soap. They also found that there was no significant increase in the presence of resistant bacteria in the homes that used antibacterial products.
These findings were surprising. First, the study says that antibacterial soap is no better at killing germs than regular soap. It also says that the bacteria didn't mutate into super bacteria in the homes that used antibacterial soap. The study, entitled "Antibacterial Cleaning Products and Drug Resistance," contained one caveat: One year may not have been enough for the study to be conclusive [source: Aiello].
Sure enough, two years later, some of the same researchers from the 2005 study tried another study. Again, the researchers found that antibacterial soap showed no advantage over plain soap in its ability to kill bacteria. But they also collected data that suggested bacteria are indeed becoming increasingly cross-resistant as a result of antibacterial use.
Is it time to panic? The results are inconclusive. Although microbiologists can chart the mutation of some bacteria as a result of their exposure to antibacterial agents, this has only been done in a laboratory setting, and not in the real world. Still, scientists believe that bacterial mutation may be inevitable and continue their studies.
So what's the best way to fight germs? Sometimes the old ways are still the best ways. Read the next page to learn about the wonders of -- soap.
Antibacterial Soap vs Regular Soap
Sometimes plain old soap and other tried-and-true cleaning agents can work just as well as today's antibacterial products. Good, old-fashioned soap may not say "antibacterial" on its label, but it still kills germs. Sometimes it does a better job than antibacterial soap.
In addition, soap isn't the only thing that kills bacteria -- there are many naturally occurring antibacterial agents. Lemon juice, for example, changes the pH level in bacterial cells, creating an acidic environment in which microbes can't survive. Other naturally antibacterial substances dry cells out, killing the bacteria (bacteria most commonly thrive in moist environments). Still others, like bleach and alcohol completely obliterate the cells of the bacteria. Unlike the targeted attack of antimicrobial agents, bleach and alcohol simply cause the cells to lyse, or rupture.
Courtesy Dr. Bronner'sDr. Bronner's Magic Soap, an organic soap.
Why haven't bacteria adapted to the agents found in bleach, alcohol and lemon juice? The reason why bacteria aren't resistant to these agents is because they do not leave a residue. There is no chance for surviving bacteria to adapt within the residual environment, so bacteria are just as susceptible to bleach and alcohol as they were 100 years ago. Skip the antimicrobial smart bomb and go for the big bleach blockbuster.
So what do we do to ward off superbacteria? Fortunately, the same rules to cleanliness still apply. The 2005 study showed that illness decreased among household members who washed their hands more, with or without antibacterial soap [source: Aiello]. Practicing good hygiene habits, like using alcohol-based hand sanitizer and staying away from people who have a cold, are still as valid as ever. And Stuart Levy assures us that if we take our antibiotics properly, the state of environmental flora will return to "what it was before the antibiotic/antibacterial onslaught" [source: Levy].
So stay well, stay warm and dry, and start rehearsing your ABCs while you wash your hands.

""Passin gas"" izz,,,, well its such a relief

Seems like I barely opened my eyes this morning before the days agenda began to press me. My morning prayer closet doubles as the bathroom stool. Just always figured if I was takin in new stuff I had to make room. So it was the appropriate way to Begin . I'm good at multi-tasking. And a few words to the man up yonder can only help. couple times I know I got off point, but God knows he took on a big job here. so I just apologized to him and moved on. I buzzed over a lotta old business, lotta stuff He's heard before, but made sure I covered the forgiveness part then cut it short.
I'm old n I'm a guy so gettin ready ain't no big deal. flipped on the coffee, dropped my teeth in a glass of mouth wash n grabbed some fresh clothes . dogs were waitin so I let em out on my way to the shower, slipped in one side n out the other. forgot a towel but there's always some in the hamper. so i dried off, running a hand thru my pits to make sure . yeah, good enuff for Doctor day.
Therapist first then,,,, no not that kind. I got a sore hand dummy!! Then off to the real Doc to get some stitches out. Dogs were scratchin so I grabbed the glass of mouthwash n headed to the door. Holdin my teeth in one hand I downed the mouthwash and slide the patio open . I swished a couple time then blew it out the door tryin to miss the dogs . Jake made it , but Scruffy may smell a bit sweet for a while. Fresh sweats n a clean t-shirt on , Then pulled the socks from yesterday out of my shoes,, ah hell they're OK,,,,Gettin behind here, I gotta move.
Halfway to town I remembered the coffee,, dang!! and I don't do well without it. So I grabbed an exit by the Gas n go. Only took a couple minutes and I'm back motorin, a fresh cup and one a them Morning sandwiches, gut Bomb type. Only took a short while and a bellyache appeared by the time I got to the Doc, I'm squirmin. But it ain't bad till they put me in that little room,,,,,,,,,, Now its getting serious. But I got it handled I will be free in a few minutes and then,,,well, you know.
but the Docs behind and I'm startin to worry. I kin feel the pressure buildin. This is a small room,,, really small. But its really getting serious here n no body's coming,,,I'm wondering if I kin kinda sneak er out in little fluffers to relieve some pressure, and I almost let it go. But I hear someone at the door so I sorta squeezed it back in place. Now don't sit there so innocent!!~! you all know exactly where im at here. Out with the guys why I'd just let er go, even give her a little push. But I'm in a pickle here. Somethings gotta happen ,, and very soon.
just then Nurse Cindy came through the door with 30 minutes of very careful instructions. and I squirmed carefully all the way through them.
Finally, she released me,,,,to the appointment desk, Another cubicle,, only smaller. and this gal had to be slower than last weeks molasses. I was soo frustrated with her, that by the time I was let go I felt like really lettin go, right there in that lil 4x4. but I didn't, truth is I was afraid the sound of all that pressure would scare somebody.
now, im not saying where the end came but it was wonderful, even a little pain full but very soothing.
for those of you who think God doesn't have a sense of humor I beg to differ. I believe he loved every minute of my suffering. He's the friend Who'll never fail you, but be care full.
for my friends who may take offense, Ill just say be care full , coz yu have the same "abilities"
learn to laugh a little, Its good medicine. Gods very best Al

the real story about rudolph the red nosed reindeer

Rudolph sat cross legged , sucking on a smoothie while he whined about the coming road trip. Some of the Elves were already busy. Sloppy, Drippy N Snoop were packin box's while Sneezy, Dumpy N Stinky stay'd busy loading the old Sleigh. More Elves were just punchin in and grabbing their tools. Two were chatting as they headed for the break room already, it was your typical factory environment. "Its gonna be just like last year" Rudolph complained, "we'll be down to the last day N the old geezer's gonna be on us like stink on crap ta get it all done, n I'm tired of it"" You'd think He'd get us some help in here," Rudy said as He pulled out a smoke, "" He knows its always a rush the last few days" Don't be lighten that "" Drippy said pointing at the cigar, you know He hates it , and it stinks,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Rudolph pulled out a big farmers match, drawing it across the the table top. It lite with a snap, and as the flame fluttered to life and he touched it to the end of the cigar drawing deeply the other end. Smoke billowed from his lips as the end began to glow and a soft gray cloud formed above his head. "" AWWW just let him say something, "Rudolph Barked ignoring the comment. This year I'm gonna tell him where to go."" Outside Dasher and Dancer stood, backs to the swirling wind, a drift of snow higher than the Corral all but covering the little red n white candy cane post. Above the wind the little Toy factory Hummed with busy activity, motors and chains whirred and clattered, hammers tapped and Music played. ""look at that '' Dasher said, "Rudolph's playin top dog agin", Through the window Rudy could be seen flappin his jaws , givin orders, the stogie hangin from his lips. "except for that stupid red knob that deer is as useless as two pair of of antlers". One of these days Nick is gonna catch on to his antics and fire his haunches " Dancer nodded in agreement as she pawed the snow covered hay. "We'd be better off if we would have taken that union guys advice" Dasher said. "maybe we'd have some say around here" " SHHH"!!~Dasher ", Dancer said , " Here comes the old man,,
""Morning fellas, hows things goin? have enough hay there? Santa said as He passed by?. Dasher moves closer , and whispers to Dancer , "ask the bald headed old twit how he'd like eatin dry old grass outta the snow", in the middle of a blizzard. he'd last about a day." Then he'd be whinin to the boss lady to git him something decent" Nick moved on apparently not in range, trudging thru the snow towards the little Toy Factory. He opened the door quietly, just in time to hear Rudolph's next comment. ""It's time we made some changes around here he yelled" “I got a mind to tell that old Geezer off good". Santa stepped inside just as Rudolph was tipping the smoothie up. "Tell me what Rudy " Santa said? At the sound of Santa's voice Rudolph lost his grip on both the chair and the smoothie . the chair slide back, Rudy went down and the remaining smoothie landed square on his head cup n all. 'Good morning Sir". , Rudy said as he wiped the cold sticky stuff from his fur. Didn't see you over there". "Yes Rudy, that’s most apparent "the old man said as he walked to the center of the room, " Now what's all the fuss about"? Rudolph looked busier than ever, trying to avoid the question. But Santa knew the game and addressed it head on.
"Rudolph! with yur nose so bright,
I think you came in here to fight .
then all the Elves came running,
I even heard them shout with glee
Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
was goin down in historeeee

Santa grabbed a big tall stick
and wrapped it over Rudolph's nose
Rudy you are such a dip
git in there n change them clothes

when your done get back out here
you n I have much to do
leave your clothes by the wash machine
and you can lose the attitude too.

But Rudy came up swingin
and caught the little man off guard
A right cross to the whiskers
put poor Santa out in the yard

Dasher and dancer had to duck
as the door flew off its bracket
and the little man came flying by
in the midst of a terrible racket

a little dazed he shook it off
and clamored to his feet
steamin now he went back in
a challenge to defeat

Rudy stood in the corner now
eyes wide and full of fear
He could see the fire in Santa's eyes
and he didn't want him near

a determined look and a grip like steel
held Rudy by his rack
Santa grabbed his nose n twisted hard
and set the reindeer back.

for near an hour he held him there
by the nose n both his ears
He never let poor Rudolph
wipe away his bloody tears

when Santa finally let him go
]Rudy just lay still
He wanted to get up n run
But he didn’t have the will

The little man in a suit of red
Had taken Rudy’s pride
And that famous nose now black n blue
Laid limply to the side

But by Christmas Eve all things have healed
a team of reindeer hitched to Run
and the little man in the bright red suit
with toys for every one

in the dark of night out across the sky
sleigh bells jingling as they go
a little man and a sleigh of toys
and an all familiar glow

but look real close as they prance on by
I think that you can see it too
The glows that comes from Rudy’s nose
Holds a hint of black n blue A. L. R.

"" R U WhYnin about Smokers too???

Well, lets get at it, I'm ready. I'm soooo tired of this smokin crap that I could just,,, well I could just Crap!!~!
My kids cover their face when I light up. And they keep my grand kids shielded from that awful smell and the threat of second hand smoke. And we are cast away as if a plague has descended and made us unfit to be around. Used to be a road well traveled was a safe bet. And I grew up and survived that awful smoke. And I raised three kids through all that smoke, and none of us got sick any more than thousands in a real life test. Second hand smoke my Butt!!~!
But campfires are wonderful and fireplaces are so awesome, its just the magic in that lil tube full of terbaccy that sneaks up to grab us, jumps in our lungs n kills us. Geeez!!~! COME ON!!
But Mom n Dad will feed babies prepared baby foods full of alcohol and formaldehyde. and its OK because the TV didn't tell us its bad. We will wash babies in "toxic" soap and put "toxic"shampoo on their heads , place a toxic" diaper on them and pop leeching plastic bottle in their mouths full of chemically treated milk or formula and wheel them happily down the detergent isle in a nice clean grocery store isle, you know, that isle that smells so strong and fresh. well that "fresh" is coming from SEALED bottles and it is mostly formaldehyde, a good cheap preservative, Widely used , and a suspected carcinogen. but that's ok becuz ????
I'll tell you why. Its because THE TV DIDN'T TELL YA!!~!
We've become so busy and so trained that if it don't tell us on CNN, well it ain't true.
There are somewhere between 14 and 30 additives to smoking tobacco depending on your choice of smoke, some to preserve, some to moisten, some for preserving, etc. I smoke additive free. I'd rather not smoke but don't have the guts needed to walk away,,,yet. But we live and die by our choices , and that puts you in the mix as well. Common sense tells you it takes 3 ingredients to make potato chips. chips n oil and salt. If your buying processed chips your eating much more poison than I am. And if your feeding chips to your baby I gotta ask ya, Now who's the dummy. Yet big trucks cant keep the stuff on the shelves.
Your chewin 11 teaspoons of sugar every time you drink a can of soda or pop and sugar shuts the immune system down for 3 to 4 hrs, and these new Power drinks... Have you any idea at all whats being dumped into your body?? But stay clear of Grandpa cuz,, he smokes!!~!
Brush them teeth good in the morning, pay no mind to the fluoride we grew up with , its just poison, ahh but that lil bit wont hurt ya. but you be careful round them "smokers"
Plastics are used on everything nowadays and we know that they leech toxins as they age. But everything from play toys to baby bottles are made for our kids, are you buying them? If you are, dont worry on that old second hand smoke. your doin a great job all by yourself.
Floor composites and carpet glues reek of formaldehyde for months. Did you check your last purchase to see how its made? Ill bet most don't,, unless you happen to catch CNN, even then I question that it registers. But Gramps, n that ciggy, better stay clear.
At this point you should be able to tell that this sticks in my craw. But only as a point of reference. I 'two finger', type this blog to peak awareness', to get you to think on your own. We are suppose to learn from each other. That puts the road ahead less bumpy. Jenny and I are finishing 12 years in a cancer battle, none of which has been fun. But its been very very educational. Much of what was learned was not on CNN. And we needed to get outside the box to get a clear picture.
Cancer is not so scary when you understand why its getting the upper hand.
If your constantly blasting your immune system with toxins its just common sense to know there is a point where your body says "That's Enough!!" That is Cancer!! your body is saying that's enough.
God has provided that young one a great immune system, IF you feed him/her properly. I"d be more concerned that you take care of you . You're the one that's going to want to hang around to see that baby grow up. And unless I miss my guess your immune systems workin overtime all ready. A.L. R.

""SANTA In BlueJeanz ""

The hills of Minnesota rank high on the list of most Beautiful winter scenery. December, and especially Christmas Eve grabbin top spot as the heavy snows , north wind drivin, swirl about to blanket the pines in a thick fluffy powder.
1980 found me out of a job and a fat lil fella in need of cash for presents. Being resourceful, it just made good sense to put the lil fat fella in a Santa Suit. So I ran an ad, charging 10 bucks for a visit from Santa and rented my suit.
Christmas Eve appointments began around 7 PM as lots of folks wanted kids to spend time with Santa before going to bed. So for the first part of the evening we ran a smooth ship ticklin the kiddies and stuffin the bucks in my wallet. Runnin from place to place was an adventure but it became more difficult as the night wore on and street lights did not show the house numbers. The suit was warm, the house's warmer and soon sweat was running down my back into my undee's. Being a greedee lil bugger I didn't allow much time between visits so taking a break was out. So the vigil continued as santa stuffed more and more,,,,I mean santa blessed more little kiddee's with his presence. Soon my armpits joined in dumping more sweat,,, yes you guessed it,, into my undee's. I hadn't counted on SOOO many parents wanting Santa to have a lil drinkee while he was there and pretty soon the house numbers were taking on a kinda fuzzy appearance,,, and I'm thinkin geeez you know, for a fella who don't drink, I'm doin ok,,,, maybe. But sweat was everywhere now and its hard to wipe your face , forehead or whatever in this outfit, but we still had several appointments to go. But I'm wet now, everything inside that suit was dripping. Inside the house I'm cooking, then outside felt pretty good for a few steps then I was shiverin cold. The booze kept my face warm n fuzzy but now I had to practically go up to the houses to see the dang numbers. Sweat was washing off the glued eyebrows and running in my eyes , and the beard tickled as it stuck to my own whiskers. But I had one stop left and I wanted that 10 bucks, Rudolph sat on the roof of the house next door snickering, yes he did, and Christmas lights danced around the tree on the deck so I knew I had to refuse that next drink. I rapped on the window, then stood back and gave it my best Ho, Ho, Ho, then waited to be let in the door. The little gals eyes sparkled as Dad ushered us into another warm living room, why do they keep these rooms so hot I whispered to the little guy sitting on my shoulder,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,. Dad sat lil Suzy on Santa's lap and everyone took pictures while I cooked, but you cant hurry these things. So I tried chatting with the little girl trying not to drip on her new dress. Then the two older ladies needed a picture sitting on Santa's lap,, Groan,, The room is swirlin, the booze is ,,, well its doin what booze does and my gut is feelin like it wants to be rid of all the candy, cookies n treats . Finally mom comes out with a plate of WARM MILK n more cookies wanting Santa to partake. To which Santa politely refused knowing full well that one whiff of that warm milk and I would be making a deposit right on that expensive lookin rug.
I remember vowing on my way home to never do this again. I remember also at least a couple days of trying to get my stomach squared away convinced more than ever that drinking that stuff was not for me. I don't remember how much I made after I paid for the suit, but it wasn't enuff!!~!
Winter is still beautiful here, even more so as I sit close to a crackling fire watching the outside,from the inside. I saw Santa just the other day, I think it was at Walmart. He was smiling from ear to ear, and the kids were screamin and hollering and havin a good old time. But I looked deep into his eyes, and I read the sign, he had sweat in hiz undee's for sure. A.L. R.

"" MISSING PERSON,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Subject: Obituary printed in the London Times Interesting , and sadly rather true...

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
But He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain;
Why the early bird gets the worm;
Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.
Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
(adults, not children, are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.
Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate;
Teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch;
And a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. He declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student;
but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home , and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. then spilled a little in her lap and was promptly awarded a huge settlement. Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his Son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim .
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

The Road Back

In my Blog I talk a lot about Cancer and the need to get healthy. And many have asked what to do to get there. Hearing the words "YOU HAVE CANCER" shocks the system. As a result, fear and confusion attach themselves hindering your ability to even think rationally.
The road back is very simple offering lots of tools so that you can take an active roll in your recovery. While the 12 years we have spent in battling jenny's cancer has been a long and pain filled journey, it has also provided much education .
If I can get you to think a bit outside the box this blog will have achieved its purpose. If I can convince you to look closely, and examine the facts BEFORE you move ahead with your health issues I feel you will do much better and have more success than we have.
while I'm not a Doctor I have lived this journey and know what I'm talking about. Some of this will be strange to you, and will require that you think on your own. Listen to your Doctor, but examine everything that's said and make your decisions after you've considered everything. I'm convinced that the hospitals , doctors And the drug companies are all in bed together. If you'll check, you'll find that the medical colleges are fully funded by the drug companies. if you recover, these fella's lose lotsa bucks, Jenny has been in treatment for 12 yrs to the tune if hundreds of thousands in medical costs. The American Cancer Society has been collecting millions for years now yet when my family members tried to get simple help from them for their Mom they couldn't offer ANY help. Yet they were advertising for an area Manager for 80 grand a year,,plus perks. If they found a cure The bucks would stop. So there's absolutely no incentive to get you cured. 40 years ago the incident of Cancer was one in every 40 people, Today its closer to One in TWO. ITS NOT Working,,,,,,
In 1996 a test was established called the AMAS Test. Posted in the American Medical Magazine which is the Medical bible. This test detects disease activity within the body Years before it can get to the "Lump Stage" its 95 percent effective, and I've taken it. You gals need to know this. yet In a world plagued with cancer we hear nothing about it. This is documented. Check it out.
We are attacking our own bodies everyday without being aware of it. Your Skin is an Organ and we begin our day with a shower, most with a mild salt brine in our water softener, 95 percent of the shampoo's, mouses, hair creams contain formaldehyde a suspected carcinogen. formaldehyde is widely used as it is a very cheap preservative, bleaches and alcohol are also widely used. And all these chemicals are being absorbed into your skin. Miniciple Water Systems are held at a "tolerable" amount of bacteria. our foods are now processed with many many chemicals some poison. MSG is found in everything, and it originally was created in a lab to fatten up lab rats. All this is documented Soaps n shampoos contain Formaldehyde as well and whats not entering through our skin is being breathed in as vapors. Ever walk down the soap Isle in a grocery store?? Is the smell not overpowering?? Those are sealed bottles!!~!
Is it any wonder after all this that your Immune system struggles to keep you well?? I used to wonder how we got Cancer, Now I wonder how it can be avoided.
The steps to , or The Road back from sickness is not difficult. And you can begin now. each step you take. each change you make is a step forward and away from Disease.
Begin today to Manage the great system that God has provided. and if we can help please ask.

""THE BLOODY GLOVE""

I thought that would get your attention, welcome. While this is not "that" glove, it is bloody, it is my own and it hurts like hell .
I'm in recovery now. 6 days have past since the incident, and I'm just now able to use the hand gently to touch these keys.
I'm caregiver to a lady struggling with Cancer. And at best, my time away is limited. Knowing my plight a good friend showed up last Sunday to help split wood for my new stove. Excited for the help I eagerly strapped on my walkie talkie and followed him to the woodpile. Bob and I kept at the pile, buffing the cold and moving steadily towards the end of the stack of logs. By mid afternoon The shifting winds had done their job . A band of sweat filled my stocking cap but Winters chill had numbed my hands making it difficult to grip and hold the huge pieces. One man operated the controls while the other placed the logs for splitting. Two or three times I had pinched a glove between the wood and steel, each time able to be quick enough to get it free before full pressure. but chance is not a winning game and I was about to pay the price. The pain was instant leaving no time to react. And as soon as Bobby heard my yell He pulled the pressure release. I pulled the hand free and lifted the glove to stare at a bloody stump. The shock sets you back as your mind tries to wrap around what your seeing. The end was gone, blood spurting out of several areas .The finger bone exposed , the skin, muscle and fingernail gone. The pain was great, overpowering my attempt to think. I know I've only got 5 or 6 pints of this stuff so I gotta stop the bleeding. So I head for the house being careful to shield it from my wife's eyes and got it in a pan of cold water. As the blooding slowed I called to my wife that i needed to go in for some stitches . but she needed to see why and I couldn't talk her out of it. So yeah , She kinda freaked when she saw it. but I made it a quick pass by telling her I needed to get going. The Emergency Room folks were not much help because it needed to go to a specialist for amputation. the bone needed to be cut off so skin could be sewed around the stump to close the wound. They did however provide me with some wonderful pain killers . So the next morning the surgery was performed.
Crystal, my youngest was called over to watch her Mom while i was off Gallivanting from hospital to hospital. it was Her job to clean up the bloody mess I made in the house. by the kitchen sink she found my bloody glove. And was discussing the issue with her Mom when they noticed the end of my finger sticking through the torn hole in the glove.
It's been a,,,,,,,,,,,,,well it's been both an interesting and a pain filled week. The pain meds take the edge down but the pain finds it's way through. Every few minutes a shooting, stabbing pain shoots clear to the shoulder as misplaced and shredded nerves try desperately to reach parts that are no longer there. but each day also, there is a gain as my body begins the miraculous job of healing.
The kids have stepped in, helping me meet my responsibilities. But we live alone, and I'm still a caregiver. So, I wash dishes with a bread bag taped over the bad hand. and chopping wood, doing laundry. cooking and cleaning are coming in line as well. and one handed Enema's well, we're workin on it.
I'm learning the lesson, I'm appreciating more n more Gods gifts. . We are never to old to learn, . This week we work on how to put on my socks with one hand. last week was a challenge, last week we had to learn to wipe our butt,, so we're gainin,,,,,,,,,,,,Gods Best Al

Serious azza Heart Attack

I've never been big on forgiveness. to be honest, it's always been a pretty petty issue. If you got a problem , deal with it. Just keep it in your own yard n leave me out of it. But often, bitter people are a pain in the butt and i didn't want to come off as a crab so i played it middle of the road. I tucked the bitter parts way down deep. deep enough so as not to show, but still in reach so i could chew on em from time to time. Stuck a big ole grin up front n nobody was the wiser,,,or were they.
life, is a rating game. weather your willing to admit it or not is a separate issue. we compare ourselves with everyone. look at what she does, or at least I don't act like him. or , I could never do that. Forever searching to raise myself a little higher than "those folks".
We are really a peculiar people if you take a little time to think on it. Stress is literally killing us off by the numbers now. New studies are coming forth every few days pointing to stress as the underlying key linking itself to Heart trouble, Cancer and the list keeps building. Come to think of it even God mentioned it in that dusty old book settin over there on the unused end of the bookshelf. But we all know no one reelee believes any of that stuff anyway,,,,,,,,,,,,,,.
Forgiveness plays a huge role in our stress level. and it's free. Forgiveness causes much more harm to those who wont forgive than it ever could to the offender, God said it, not me. Go blame him if your not happy.
It's all very simple if you care to check it out. You are Gods Child, created in His image. designed by your Creator to function in a world he created. pee n Moan, kick n holler, scream if you like, it all comes out in the wash. Man,,,(and woman), have lived and died according to the laws that govern this world since Time began, and it will remain so until He calls the game ended. If this was your game, we'd be playin by your rules, Hence,,,,,,,,,
Your days are numbered, governed by the way you decide to run your life. I'm excited , now that I've gotten to know the Lord. But I still don't wanna be on the next load goin north. So I'm learning to follow directions.
It tickles me when "fellow Believers" point at one of my Sins and thumb their noses , cuz God already told me that we all have a basketful of our own, enough to keep us busy right here at home. and I have little trouble "reminding " folks when the question comes up. My Sins go a long ways in reminding me that we all screw up. And it takes the fire away from any notion to not forgive a brother or sister for, being human.
Don't tell me your particular incident is different. They are all covered in scripture. Its Either Gods way, or your way, and quit frankly any other game is not played here.
Gods not coming back to judge the world. Hes coming to judge YOU. And unless you have an Ace your not showin, this is on You!!~!
Judgement will be Final. And the answer,,, just a prayer away. A. L. R.

Atheist Group Challenges National Day of Prayer

The fabric of America is being challenged. If You believe in God your right to worship as you chose is being threatened.
As noted by David Barton, founder of WallBuilders (www.wallbuilders.org), a prayer service is even held at the U.S. Capitol on this date, with elected leaders attending.

But this annual event is upsetting to an organization that believes it “constitutes an unabashed endorsement of religion.” Apparently this organization, The Freedom From Religion Foundation (FFRF), is offended that their fellow Americans follow in the tradition of Washington and Jefferson and Lincoln and Reagan as we beseech the Almighty to bless this great nation.

The FFRF last month sued President Bush, his press secretary Dana Perino, Wisconsin Gov. Jim Doyle, one of 50 governors who issues state prayer proclamations, and Shirley Dobson, who heads the National Day of Prayer Task Force.

In its lawsuit, filed in federal district court, FFRF argues that the Presidential proclamation violates the murky “separation of church and state.” The organization states that the day of prayer implies to nonreligious Americans that “they are expected to believe in God,” and sends a message that “religion is preferred over non-religion.”

The problem with this lawsuit, as I see it, is that America has a rich history of honoring God. From our nation’s very first inaugural by George Washington—in which he requested that the Bible be opened to Deuteronomy chapter 28—we see the tradition of publicly paying tribute to God.

In his speech that day, April 30, 1789, President Washington stated, “No people can be bound to acknowledge and adore the invisible hand which conducts the affairs of men more than the people of the United States. Every step by which they have advanced to the character of an independent nation seems to have been distinguished by some token of Providential agency.”

George Washington understood that this nation is a gift from the Sovereign God and he recognized the need for the nation to honor Him. “It is the duty of all nations,” Mr. Washington said, “to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God and to obey His will.”

Another of our great founders, Thomas Jefferson, stated, “God who gave us life gave us liberty. Can the liberties of a nation be secure when we have removed a conviction that these liberties are the gift of God?”

This is the same Jefferson who permitted the use of public buildings—including the U.S. Capitol—for church services and urged the government funding of a Catholic missionary to the Kaskaskia Indians. It is very apparent by Mr. Jefferson’s words, deeds and policies that he did not want to create a religion-free society. The modern civil libertarians are completely wrong to suggest that he did.

In more modern times, our Presidents continued in the traditions of Washington and Jefferson. Consider the D-Day radio address of Franklin D. Roosevelt during World War II, in which he called the nation to join him in prayer: “O Lord, give us faith ... Let not the impacts of temporary events, of temporal matters of but a fleeting moment, let not these deter us in our unconquerable purpose ... Thy will be done, Almighty God.” (Listen to this touching prayer here: http://www.historyplace.com/speeches/fdr-prayer.htm)

Newt Gingrich, writing in “Rediscovering God in America,” wrote, “Franklin Roosevelt was a man of deep religious belief who understood, just as powerfully as Washington before him, that religion and morality were indispensible supports to the preservation of our liberties and our country.”

This is our history, our legacy, as a nation.

If we were to actually eliminate the National Day of Prayer, what will be next? Will we erase “In God We Trust” from our currency (as Barry Lynn of Americans United for the Separation of Church and State has said we should do)? Will we strip the crosses and stars of David from the hallowed graves at Arlington National Cemetery? Will we chisel the frieze images of Moses and Solomon from the U.S. Supreme Court building? Will we cover the image of the Ten Commandments at the National Archives?

Where will it stop?

It won’t.

We must fight to preserve our history, my friends, because there are those who want to ignore and destroy it. We must ever keep the words of Supreme Court Justice David Joseph Brewer (1837-1910) in our hearts: “The American nation from its first settlement at Jamestown to this hour is based upon and permeated by the principles of the Bible.”

I forgive you Pop

The Winter of 1961 was a cold one. Frigid winds howled outside rattling the windows in the old rental. It was warm under the old feather tick and i pulled it close hiding all but my face. I could see my breath in the dim reflection of the street light and was making a game out of watching the steam leave my mouth. 8 O'clock was bedtime on school days but i was not tired. Our bedroom was above the kitchen. And I could hear Ma n Dad arguing. it was pretty normal. Whenever he decided to come home from the bar there was always some kind of trouble. Ma would do her best to get us up to bed before he got back. And listening to his loud voice happened all the time.
but Tonight it was louder, and Ma was callin names. i covered my head tryin not to listen. hoping that soon it would be over and the house would get quiet. Suddenly a loud bang and the sound of something falling. then more noises and Mom's voice Yelling now "Buck Stop it'', and go to bed"
Then more arguing and more yelling. Then I heard another loud sound and mom crying . I got out of bed and went to the bottom of the stairs just in time to see him hit her with the back of his hand throwing her up against the wall. She got up and he moved towards her swearing and yelling. Without thinking I ran in and jumped on his back begging him to stop. With little effort he grabbed me and threw me off like a rag doll. At 14 I had little more than the will to make this stop. But no power against a grown man. whatever had transpired here it stopped his assault on my mother. But it changed things completely for me that day.
My life up to that point had been very miserable. Dad was a man of discipline. But the booze caused many unfair episodes. I cant tell you the number of nights I sat at the kitchen table until dark because I wouldn't eat my carrots or the beatings I took for sassin back or comin home late.
I remember driving him back from the bar at 14 yrs old. I was with him and he got so drunk I just opened the back seat of the 49 dodge and he crawled in. So I got in and took us home , and home was 20 miles away. There were many, many incidents of abuse throughout that period in my life causing me to carry much resentment and hate for him. But the night he hit my mother my life changed. as I lay there on the floor wiping the blood from my busted lip I made a conscious decision to kill him. He had taught me how to shot the 12 gauge, and I knew where it was. and I knew where the shells were. And a plan began to take place right there on the floor to take his life. I remember no thoughts of concern for my mother or my brothers n sisters, no thoughts of jail , nothing. But it was crystal clear that I'd wait my chance and kill him.
Several weeks passed as I searched for the right way to do it but the determination was solid. and as his drinking and abuse continued it only reaffirmed my decision.
I had a partime job in a gas station, and was filling a car when the ambulance went by as it had done many times before. But this time I got a very uneasy feeling in my stomach. A few minutes later a friend drove in to tell me that Dad and my brother were just in an accident and i needed to hurry to the hospital. When i got there Dad was dead and my brother was receiving treatment for cuts n bruises but would recover.
Three days later , at the funeral. I was told that now I was the man of the family and I should greet people and help them down to the casket. I remember standing back at the door and saying ""You SOB, you had me doing your bid when you were alive and now I'm expected to take your place here."" So much hate was in me that I wanted nothing to do with him.
I'm 61 now, And I love my Dad. But it took receiving Jesus Christ to get me to let go of the bitterness that consumed me. I need to tell my kids I love them because its something I always wished for and never got. I could never share with my Brothers and Sisters. They were younger and never saw his wrath. So it was my burden, my secret.
My Dad and I missed many good times, and we cant get them back. But He fought in a tough war to keep us safe and the resulting trauma made him drink to hide the pain. I know that now. But the booze took away those chances. And changed Him . He grew up in a bad environment, and walked life with what he was givin. He made some bad choices, but now I see that I've made some too. If I watch a movie were a dad hugs a son, I gotta turn away because the hurt is right there and all consuming . All these years and it still hurts bad. The tears flow again as I write this, so many years later. And I have to wonder what I would have done If He would have not gotten killed.
I'm a better Dad because of him. My values were shaped because of him. And I lift Him up in prayer now, hoping God will give him another chance.
Society views things differently. we like to point at pedophiles, killers, rapists. it makes us feel better I think. But God says sin is sin. And that pen I stole from the bank, or the time I turned my eye to a person in need, Makes me equal with them all.
I love you Pop,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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Christmas Week, Minnesota 1980

I heard the "Whoosh!!~!" as the glass flew past my ear . Splinters sprayed in every direction as it hit the shelf above the stove tossing spices and little bottles everywhere. Out of habit I ducked again , expecting she'd adjusted her aim and centered on the back of my head. Thirty years of marriage had fine tuned her skills and I cowered in submission to her angry charge. Her words hateful, the volume loud. Delivered with the force of one who was intent to kill.

I know my place, I've learned it well. when the Indian part manifests itself I'm all done. So I raised the white flag and began to mutter the honey baby snookums stuff that has sustained me throughout the years. I watched her face, not attempting to move until some of the color returned. When she put the fryin pan back down I got up and moved carefully towards her, keeping the back door free to my right. Chancing fate I placed my hand to her shoulder hoping to calm her fury. Then gently, carefully led her to the one chair that had survived the battle.
And then, as if by script here came the tears. How does she do this? How can she be Raging Bull's mother in law one minute and in a twinkle sit hear blubbering like some lil sick puppy??
In all these years together you'd think I could get a grip on this but here i sit ready to do her bidding and this just after experiencing her terror.
And all this because our son is snowbound on a farm 20 miles away. This is

Minnesota and winters get rough. Common sense tells you to wait out the storm. The radio n TV are both saying NO travel, danger, stay home. But Mama wants her son here on Christmas Eve .
Now just for clarity I re read the above account and its possible I may have embellished or even added a facet or two to the events leading up to this point. I have been known to get carried away from time to time. But lets move on.

To begin with Minnesotans live in snow 4 -5 months a year. As a result survival was something dad taught you somewheres between kindergarten and first grade. We know you can die outside very quickly if you cant stay warm. And we've seen and heard the stories of those who tested Ma nature unprepared. We are also a people who play and work outside throughout the winter months. I said all that so you 'd give me a little credit when I decided to go after my son that night in a near blizzard snowstorm.

Twas the night before Christmas an I and my friend, set out to the ridges and over the glen. The snow wazza blowin, the roads a big mess, my mind was a jumble of doubt I confess. We took my old Chevy all loaded with stuff n set out to get him our fuel just enough. The north wind was howlin the snow just a mess to stay on the roadway was any ones guess. My friend gripped the dashboard and stared thru the snow while I wrestled the Chevy to the place we would go. When we got to the hilltop we started to spin for the snow was much deeper and we bucked a strong wind. I tried to move closer but the drifts were to high, sat back in my seat and gave a huge sigh. Outside the fogged windows a huge winter storm that shook the old Chevy as we tried to stay warm. As we peered thru the darkness and started to talk the decision came quickly that I'd have to walk. I knew we were close but the drive way was long , in a snow storm like this one things can go wrong. So I zipped tight my snowsuit and pulled on my gloves, grabbed hold of the handle and gave it a shove. The door latch was open the snow blasted in, I tossed some at junior then left with a grin. The darkness was creepy, the snow deep and white, my eyes still adjusting to the cold winter night. I looked toward the farmhouse thru eyes blind from snow and off in the darkness a small yellow glow. I made my way closer keeping watch on the light that would give me direction thru the cold winter night. As I walked even closer I was moving up hill and it puzzled me fiercely but I kept going still. Then all of a sudden the snow gave away and I found my self falling till below there I lay. When I gathered my senses and wiped my self clean, I was standing be side a road grading machine. The strong winds had drifted the snow to its top and buried the whole thing till the blizzard would stop. Heading on to the farmhouse I gathered my son then back to the Chevy this time on a run.
When we walked in our doorway, my brood gave a cheer for we'd all be together at Christmas this year. The moral I guess could be construed many ways , but a fun thing it's not on a cold winter day. But I'm in her good graces and I'm off of her list, my plates on the table, and my forehead she kissed. While its still kinda early I'll bid you good cheer and hope that your Christmas is merry this year. A. L. R.

Be Blessed this day

Life has taken a couple extra turns on me. And that yellow legal pad that used to remind me of where i was headed is somewhere in a drawer, pages by now both wrinkled and faded. My purpose now is caregiver to a very tough Lady. Some days long and tedious, others none Eventful and mundane. At any rate I have a lotta "thinkin" hours.
My prayer closet doubles as a bathroom, my seat a throne in its own rite. And In the early hours me n God talk. He does a lot of Listening, While I try to give Him good advice on how this stuff should go. Sometimes, if I can remember to stay quiet , He'll try to give me His View. And I've learned over the years that He's pretty wise. A while back, on one of those "pity Party days. our conversation got pretty heated. And I remember shaking my fist at the ceiling, telling Him I didn't see Blessings goin on here n if He thought I was then He should show me. He answered with Silence as usual, but very soon revealed to me how wrong I was.
He's an awesome friend. and I'm always amazed at His timing. I've been feeling down the past few days, wondering on this thing n that with concern that I'm doing His will. And today I'm blessed, flooded once again by the many many blessings that are mine. Blessing that I know I don't deserve.
At this very moment there are those in turmoil, The Homeless, the sick, folks struggling for just one more day. A lady next door, who struggles just to take a full breath. Or an old Gent up the road who fights for enough strength to lift himself from his chair.
Every week for years I watched hundreds of folks move through the cancer clinic, each burdened with a cancer. Each returning for yet another treatment, knowing full well it would mean more sickness, vomiting and weakness just for the chance at a few more days here.
We don't have to look far to see that life could be worse than the place we stand. But often we forget and get wrapped up in our little space, our little issues.
We need to remind ourselves that things could change in a heartbeat and its only Gods grace that has put you were you are. And that our status can change at anytime.
Today, my Son and Daughters are healthy and Productive, my Grand Babies well, obviously they are the cutest, the best and smarter than all the rest. The house warm, the cupboards full. And my father owns the cattle on a thousand hills.
Much of the world stands in fear of, the Economy, World peace, and the Job that pays the bills. But God remain in control, with a plan that Biblically has been correct since time began. And until he begins to worry I'm gonna leave it be. I have his promise that He will carry us through.
Be blessed this day. Reflect on what you have and where you are, and consider where you could be. Gods very best SSNUFFY

Just A typikal, normal weekday, Nuthin spechul,,,,,,

One of my most speshul fantisies is to sneak a loaded 357 into my bedroom and hide it carefully under my pillow. Then crawl in ,get comfy n drift off to sleep. in the Morning, when that agggrivating alarm keeps ringin n ringin I drag that baby out n blow that sucker right through the bedroom wall. Mmmmmmmmmmmm,,, just once. I think it would feel just awesome.
Now thats probably a bit extreme but it was honestly one of my dreams as a young fella, and even today I still feel it would feel perdy darn good.
Lets go back to that Pillow and that contented, warm cuddly feeling just before the alarm. Your bodies rested, rejuvenating as you sleep , and your Immune system has done it's best . It could have done better if your pillow had not been cleaned with detergents laced with formaldehyde. but as you breathed in slumber It struggled , filtering toxins from your lungs. A quick shower in the nice soft water leaves your skin covered in a light film of salt, the soap and shampoo more bleaches and formaldehyde. A little deodorant, some hair gel and off to the kitchen for a quick breakfast while all those mouses n creams n jels ooze in thru your open pores.
no time for a real meal so it'll hafta be bleached white bread, or a Bagel loaded with MSG. or maybe a bowl of processed cereal with Bleached white sugar. Msg is a concoction created by scientists to give lab rats huge appetites. And its found in many many foods under several different names and is not regulated. and on top of that its all DOCUMENTED!!!
So as you trot off to work, or the gym your body is on full alert as your Immune system kicks into overdrive to stop the toxins oozing in from your head arms, underarms, face n hair. sending more little fighters to lungs to continue that battle while yet some more little guys try to head off the junk you've just introduced to your stomach.
This fight goes on, trying desperately to gain on things before lunchtime because It knows from experience that there's more to come.
And sure enough a hurried lunch of a couple hot dogs n a diet pop. hotdogs are made of whats left in butchering. scrap , fat, grizzle n trim n a lotta "stuff" that yu don't wanna know about. Itz all ground together with couple nasty binders an placed quaintly in a cute lil weenee skin. The bun is white bread. lab rats will die in a week under a total diet of white bread. And diet soda's contain Aspartame which is a great ant poison. If yu got ant problems get yu a bottle of aspartame. And Aspartame, yeah, it too comes by many different names.
We are not gonna go into Dinner , as by now you should be getting my drift. By now your Immune system is overwhelmed and begins to lose ground. and this?? , just one day in most of your lives. And these days, one stacked on another, break down the system God provided you with to sustain you and fight disease.
IS it really any wonder that one in two now are getting cancer??
We need to become aware of the things we are using. And we need good effective supplements to help boost out Immune systems. I have no purpose in this except to share what we've learned in this 12 yr struggle. you can reverse this by yourself before you have to do it to survive. If I can help please ask. Thnx SSNUFFY

SHAKE IT UP BABY !!~!

I have soft spot for patients with heart issues because they are Dealt a doublewacker. Most are told to alter their life style And stop using salt for the rest of their lives. As Far as I'm concerned eating foods that taste like the good part got left in the pan sucks hose water. So, before we throw that baby out with the saltwa, er,, welll,, bathwater lets look at the issue of salt thru sombody elsez Eyeballz.
Processed salt is washed, then heated, then washed again with BLEACH so it looks perdy. Then Iodine is added just in case yu fergot yours. Then its tempered, and an anti-caking agent is added, then a drying agent. heat destroys minerals, bleach is a poison, and the drying/caking agents are also chemicals. I have to wonder if the salt is really the culprit. by the time that salt gets to you, its tired at best.
CELTIC SEA salt is my choice.
This traditional style of sea salt is harvested in true Celtic fashion. Taking the salt from clay ponds ensures the high mineral content. Naturally moist, these crystals dance on the palette leaving earthy notes. Paired with fresh ground pepper, this salt is perfect for seasoning meat and fish. Certified organic in France by Nature and Progress, this salt is perfect for everyday use.
It's harvested by hand and dried in the sun, and its not cheap. but toss some on your tongue and actually taste the minerals that come along free. Free of chemicals a low in sodium content but packed with the natural powers to embrace the immune system and promote healing.
SO many times I've heard the comment "well yeah but, it's expensive""and my standard answer is,,,, YEAH it is ,, and So is Treatment'' INVEST in your health,, because your worth it,

OH !!!,,,,,,,,,,,""MY GOD!!~!~""

Goin Organic was a an awful experience. And very early on I was totally convinced that this would be one of the toughest transitions I've ever attempted. We have a "local Co-op" and that was the place to go for Organic foods. But my first trip inside was like a scene from StarWars in Mayberry. A blast of strange smellin air nearly took me off my feet as I swung the ancient 3 paneled door open. The floors were unpainted wood and hundred years old, the Counters Were hand made saw horses with sheets of trimmed plywood set on top. wood crates held the special items and most items were serve yourself with little brown bags to carry your purchases. A tank of bulk honey sat in the corner, the spigot oozing honey drippings into a plastic pail cover on the floor. A bulk peanut butter tank sat next to it, a two foot spoon sticking from the cover and empty Mayonnaise jars in a cardboard box beside, provided for your convenience. Two check out stands were available. A young fella with green hair , s&m black diamond studded leather wrist cuffs n full body Tattoo's stood at one and a young gal stood at the next, her nose held 3 diamond piercings, her ears many more . A bandanna and wrist cuff set off her red flannel shirt partly covering her scuffed n worn blue jeans with checkered patches and 8 inch lower cuffs.
It was a "colorful" place both in sight and smell. the mix of foods coupled with the sharp scents of a couple dozen Herbs bombarded me as my eyes began to water and burn . I was here to learn so I stuffed it all and began to "shop." There were many strange and new products so I bought a few I figured I could use. Then towards the back was a couple kettles of steaming soup and crackers. i wasn't real turned on by the smell so I took a little on a cracker,,,,,,, and that's when the reality of the whole thing hit me, right in the taste buds ,, OH MY GOD!!~! where do I Spit!!?? Well truthfully , what do I do?? I have a mouthful of the most awful "Stuff" i have EVER tasted in my mouth, in the store. ,,, and its not getting any better. What do I do??
Finally , I swallowed the "juice"then found a napkin, or two and put the whole mess in my pocket. I quickly checked the sign thinking maybe it was left over pig swill but no, it was called black bean Medley. It was then and there that I said I'm going to die of cancer and feel I've picked the lesser of two Evils. As I hit the parking lot I carefully pulled the nasty napkins from my pocket and tossed it in the trash before it ate through my jeans.
Well, I moved beyond that experience learning after that those folks just liked different Stuff than I did and they surely could have it. and I began to use formula's, or recipes from my own stock to transition the foods I like into their Organic counterparts. Organics will cost you a bit more but you take home a pretty solid promise that its good clean foods lacking the poisons that are causing most of your doctor visits.
today we enjoy many of our favorite recipes only in a more pristine form. And I'll share one here today. My life's work has been as a professional Baker /Chef. While baking has been second nature to me in a commercial setting , I have a very hard time cooking at home. I'm used to 180 quart bowls as big as a washing machine. So a one quart or two quart just seems so small.
So Ill finish this with both a formula, and a recipe just for giggles.. Enjoy A. L. R.

White bread 120 loaves

2 pounds of Salt
4 pounds of Sugar
6 pounds of Shortening
4 Pounds of yeast
8 gallons of water
6 pounds of milk powder
1 pound of Malt
124 pounds of white flour Bake at 420 degrees for 35 minutes

Organic chili Sunday batch,, 4 quarts

brown 1 pound grass fed chemical free lean hamburger
add to it one lg onion, 2lg or 3 sm sections of garlic, minced
add also one heaping tablespoon of Organic chili Powder.
one heaping teaspoon of Celtic salt
and one level teaspoon of coarse black pepper
Simmer all to brown.

In a 4 qt pan
put two 28 oz cans of ground n peeled Organic tomato's
two cans Organic Aduki beans
and one jar , 24 oz. Strained Tomato's and heat to just below boil 200 degree's
When Berger is browned do not drain, but add to the 4 qt mix.
mix well and simmer 30 minutes.

Batch is large enough so I freeze half Enjoy

HMMMMM !!~!~

Spread the Stupidity

Only in America......do drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.


Only in America.....do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries, and a diet coke.


Only in America.....do banks leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.

Only in America.....do we leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless junk in the garage.

Only in America......do we buy hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.

Only in America.....do they have drive-up ATM machines with Braille lettering.

EVER WONDER ... Why the sun lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?

Why women can't put on mascara with their mouth closed?

Why don't you ever see the headline 'Psychic Wins Lottery'?

Why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?

Why is it that doctors call what they do 'practice'?

Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dishwashing liquid made with real lemons?

Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?

Why is the time of day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?

Why isn't there mouse-flavored cat food?

Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?

Why do they sterilize the needle for lethal injections?

You know that indestructible black box that is used on airplanes? Why don't they make the whole plane out of that stuff?!

Why don't sheep shrink when it rains?

Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?

If con is the opposite of pro, is Congress the opposite of progress?

If flying is so safe, why do they call the airport the terminal?

DAD & MOM, WHATS THE COST??

A while back I got word that an old friend was in financial trouble. He owned a farm not to far away so we took a day to go visit. We had a great time, we shared a meal and the girls talked. And Fritz and I took a wonder around the barnyard. Times were tough He said and the money just wasn't streachin , and soon it would be time once again for winter feed and the cookie jar was almost Empty. It was one of those rare Moments When I didn't have an extra sack of cash or I would have slipped ole fritz a few thow. So we just sorta let the conversation drift off in another Direction. After a hug n a blessing we left Fritz n Gloria and headed home. And Of coarse on the way home I had all the answers. And more than likely given the chance i could have turned that lil farm around in no time flat. I'm a good finger pointer. For some uncanny reason I kin see lots of peoples problems. I don't know why that izz I'm just good.
On the day that jesus Went up to be with the father He said somethin like, " Be cool ya all "
I'm not gonna leave you by yur lonesome, I'm gonna send a comforter, The Holy Spirit. He will help you while I'm gone. And Sure enough, When I gave my life to Christ very soon after, I learned that I had company! If my squirrly little mind gets off in areas I shouldn't be a little fella sits right on my left shoulder, n whispers in my good ear. Now I gotta tell ya I don't always listen to him, cuz he whispers. And I feel like maybe I kin git away with stuff by sayin things like I didn't hear im. But I'm finding that doesn't work to well.
So back to my story. I'm tellin my wife as we drove along that ole Fritz was messin up bad. and I could see clear how he was wastin his money. He Had three Tractors, one for this and another for that n one just for a spare. Just look at the money he's wastin right there. And as I'm talkin, this little guy on my shoulder just wont shut up. He's jabberin so much I kin hardly keep my story straight. somthin about a speck n a board or something along them lines. Well I cut my story short , mostly because of the confusion and we were getting close to home.
Once home, and in the quiet of my room I realized what had been going on so I prayed and asked forgiveness cuz that's how yu get back on the good side of the little guy. and in his quiet gentle way he revealed to me that I needed to not worry about the speck in my friend Fritz's eye and take care of the board in mine. God has a way of puttin things right on the table so there's no point to question. Yeah, my brother Fritz had some issues, but God wanted me to know that there was plenty right here on my plate to deal with before I found fault in my friend. And Fritz's three Tractors were indeed unnecessary stuff that needed gas n maintenence and were taxing his cash flow . But then my three cars, three TV's two VCR's and Other fancy toys made me no better off and maybe worse.
Its all fine if we can "afford" them. But we go to great Extremes in making excuses in that department.
Recently My Daughter decided that having a daycare was not her thing and decided to get out of it. When she told the young Moms that this was her last month I'm told the tears flowed like water. The Mom's, already stressed by having to leave two yr old Babies with someone else , now would have to find another sitter and get the kids re-adjusted ,,, again.
And As I thought about that I had to wonder how many of those Mom's really needed to be out working. Who had demeaned the job of Motherhood and reduced the responsibility of teaching and raising our young to a part-time position. And how many are out there just so we can have more toys.
Mothers have been stretched so thin. They are now asked to bare the children , watch them in the off hours and put in an 8 or 10 hour day besides.
That wasn't Gods plan. Women hold an honored place. And mothering a most important roll. TO place a baby in the care of others during his formative years makes little sense unless its absolutely necessary. And I'm afraid new homes n new cars or new toys do not qualify.
We've become a people grabbing for more "Stuff" that's costing us much more than we realize.
I have sincerely tried throughout my life to reach for my million. but it never happened. We've seen both good and bad times. A while back our kids were asked to tell what the most fun time in their life was. When they shared it I almost choked. In the 80's the Economy dumped. And I was forced to close our Bakery. With very little money and winter approaching I found an old Abandoned farmhouse for 50 bucks a month rent. So bad I had to work for days to get it cleaned up, water running and holes patched up. I dragged an old potbelly stove up to the house from the pig barn, and hooked it up for heat. For Christmas we threaded popcorn and trimmed a tree I cut up on the hill. we made ornaments and made each other gifts. And After living in Nice places , eating very well and owning our own Bakery The kids picked this dilapidated old farm house as the best time in their lives!!~!
When asked how that could be , the answer was becaause both Mom n Dad were home. At another time and place some years back I was whining to my pastor that God was not providing and my poor kids were having to eat Macaroni 5 days a week and it was sooooooooo aweful. And A wise young preacher set me in my place by saying "come on now, admit it. Your the one missin the steak. The kids are just fine with the Macaroni as long as you are here with them. He was right on, it took me a few days to get by that, but the little guy up there on my shoulder just kept whisperin,,, come on now,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Getting back to basics is not that tough, and it solves a whole lotta problems. It allows time to remember how much in love you once were, even free's up time to smell the flowers, make some popcorn, or share a movie.
I was the fool, My value system never came together until my kids were gone. Hopefully you have time and the wisdom to take another look at where your heading.
What are you reaching for? And what is the real cost to those you love? There is ahead of you a time when your options will be gone.
Stress and Worry are huge factors in getting sick. Our Diets another factor. The figures say one in two will get cancer. That puts this in your backyard. The New Cancer Clinics are popin up all over. Complete with revolving doors. You don't have to be in that number. If you'll address the issues now. Fear Grips us today as we watch the Economy and wonder which way it will go. Will I have a job? keep my house? There is much peace in knowing that He Who hung the stars has his hand on everything. And nothing will happen without His knowledge.
The most Valuble item we can own is free, and it works. Bow your head and ask a Holy God to help you sort it all out. He Promises to answer...........