CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS
IHAVE JUST SPENT THE PAST FOUR HOURS WITH A LOCAL CAB DRIVER AND THEN THE LAST HOUR AND A HALF WITH TWO DEDICATED PUBLIC SERVANTS. We have all sat in wonderment over the incompetence of the "1-800" numbers for "customer services. this two fine public servants have been standing here with over 30 pounds of excess "communications" on there belt and persons. Even though this dispute Has cost me excessive stresss, time, and added stress to my mind and body, as well as my sense of saftey-----I continue to march forward, tread lightly, and laugh. What else can you do when the ubsurdity of the funding two or local and community services are drained??????????? It only makes me wonder if impeachment wasn' t such a bad idea after all. As I said, I thought I heard eight years ago "no nation building". All of here just chuckled, and it was peaceful to hope that the possibility of our country piecing itself back together doesn't look so bad, scary, or ugly. He' s got the mommas and the papa' s in his hand.............More later
Saturday, February 23, 2008
HERE I AM TO SAVE THE DAY
hope ya' all show up----i'm on the pony express heading that way after i see charlie brown, or was it peppermint patty???????
FORMER MEMBERS UNITE
hey- are there any SOUL SISTERS--MEMBERS--OR TRAUMATIZED OUT THERE---Dance party tonight!!!!!!! You Remember me---sayitaintsooooooooo!!!! Douche Fag---Gummie Bear--cha-cha-cha--chia--shity "f". Sisters unite--we got them by the cahones!!!!!
CJH FONDATION:
FOR REHABILATIVE SERVICES
Hi!
My name is Shelley, but only my family calls me that. I was fortunate (or unfortunate??) to be the oldest if seven children. We are a blended family, as are many today, but my Pop’s tried always to instill in us that we were one family. That is a Universal Truth that I try to live by today!
I live and breathe through my father’s courage and spirit. With every measured step, with every sight I see, and with every voice I hear. Sometimes the only voice I hear (or sound) is that of my fathers tortured cries of pain as he lay dieing. Mostly due to the fact that he chose to serve his country proudly as a marine in the Vietnam War.
This one hundred percent combat disabled veteran, returned to his home state of Indiana and after his first daughter was born he toted her off to college with his one good arm (he lost total use of his right arm from shrapnel wounds). After he received his degree in business, Chuck went onto serve his country by working at the Veterans Administration, fighting for veterans rights.
After that he returned to the public sector in varied potions, using skilled networking to earn enough to support his family. Soon after he married my mother, Susan, and soon after discovered that he had contracted Hepatitis C (they did not test blood transfusions during the war). Several years later, after a heroine battle to find a good match from a donor, he received a liver transplant at MCV Hospital in Richmond, Va. This is the time that he and I became the closest. Even though he had only been in my life for a short time, he was the best man and most loving (by nature) father I had ever known. I would sneak into the ICU “lime-aids” from across the street, to soothe his aching throat as he recovered from surgery. We formed a bound, in spirit, which can never be broken.
Five years later he returned to school to get his MBA, and Jurist Doctorate at NCCU in Durham, NC. He established a Law Firm, but was only able to practice a brief two years, fighting his body the whole time to march forward. God graced us with his presences for fifteen years past his transplant. He recently passed (feels like yesterday) onto the “Spirit in the Sky”. I’ m sure he is up there in the heavens…..Rallying the troops, putting all those in charge on point------And preparing EVERYONE for “Boat Drinks” or better days ahead!!!!!!!!!!
Sincerely,
Michelle Barmore (919)451-1586
FOR REHABILATIVE SERVICES
Hi!
My name is Shelley, but only my family calls me that. I was fortunate (or unfortunate??) to be the oldest if seven children. We are a blended family, as are many today, but my Pop’s tried always to instill in us that we were one family. That is a Universal Truth that I try to live by today!
I live and breathe through my father’s courage and spirit. With every measured step, with every sight I see, and with every voice I hear. Sometimes the only voice I hear (or sound) is that of my fathers tortured cries of pain as he lay dieing. Mostly due to the fact that he chose to serve his country proudly as a marine in the Vietnam War.
This one hundred percent combat disabled veteran, returned to his home state of Indiana and after his first daughter was born he toted her off to college with his one good arm (he lost total use of his right arm from shrapnel wounds). After he received his degree in business, Chuck went onto serve his country by working at the Veterans Administration, fighting for veterans rights.
After that he returned to the public sector in varied potions, using skilled networking to earn enough to support his family. Soon after he married my mother, Susan, and soon after discovered that he had contracted Hepatitis C (they did not test blood transfusions during the war). Several years later, after a heroine battle to find a good match from a donor, he received a liver transplant at MCV Hospital in Richmond, Va. This is the time that he and I became the closest. Even though he had only been in my life for a short time, he was the best man and most loving (by nature) father I had ever known. I would sneak into the ICU “lime-aids” from across the street, to soothe his aching throat as he recovered from surgery. We formed a bound, in spirit, which can never be broken.
Five years later he returned to school to get his MBA, and Jurist Doctorate at NCCU in Durham, NC. He established a Law Firm, but was only able to practice a brief two years, fighting his body the whole time to march forward. God graced us with his presences for fifteen years past his transplant. He recently passed (feels like yesterday) onto the “Spirit in the Sky”. I’ m sure he is up there in the heavens…..Rallying the troops, putting all those in charge on point------And preparing EVERYONE for “Boat Drinks” or better days ahead!!!!!!!!!!
Sincerely,
Michelle Barmore (919)451-1586
THE LATEST
CANDLE LIGHT VIGIL, PROCESSION, AND PARADE
IN HONOR OF KIM
AND ALL WHO HAVE BEEN DISABLED DUE TO TRAMA
SATURDAY February 23rd
From Putnam Plaza (NYSC)
Carmel, NY
To
15 N. Putnam
Brewster, NY
4:00 pm.
A reception will be held afterwards at
South East Grille
7:00-11:00 pm
2459 Rt. 6
Brewster, NY
(845)279-8131
$20 at the door
IN HONOR OF KIM
AND ALL WHO HAVE BEEN DISABLED DUE TO TRAMA
SATURDAY February 23rd
From Putnam Plaza (NYSC)
Carmel, NY
To
15 N. Putnam
Brewster, NY
4:00 pm.
A reception will be held afterwards at
South East Grille
7:00-11:00 pm
2459 Rt. 6
Brewster, NY
(845)279-8131
$20 at the door
LET THE GAMES BEGIN
HEY SISTERS--SOUL SISTERS--SOUL SISTERS
TIRED OF THOSE DARK CIRCLES IN THE MORNING, TIRED OF PICKING UP WET SOCKS AND NEWSPAPERS BEFORE YOU SHOWER. TIRED OF MAKING EXCUSES FOR THOSE YOU LOVE. WELLLLLL LET CALGON TAKE YOU AWAY. SISTERS UNITE. ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!!!!!!!!!!
TIRED OF THOSE DARK CIRCLES IN THE MORNING, TIRED OF PICKING UP WET SOCKS AND NEWSPAPERS BEFORE YOU SHOWER. TIRED OF MAKING EXCUSES FOR THOSE YOU LOVE. WELLLLLL LET CALGON TAKE YOU AWAY. SISTERS UNITE. ALL FOR ONE AND ONE FOR ALL!!!!!!!!!!
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