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Glad you found your way to my beach. I'm sure you noticed there was no entrance fee or hours of operation. My beach is always open to everyone.

You can surf the waves or pull your chair up to the shoreline and let the warm salt water run over your tired aching feet. There are no fines for picking the sea oats and no limit on the amount of shells, star fish, and sand dollars you take with you when you leave.

After basking in the warm sunshine, I'm sure you will enjoy refreshments at the concession stand. Please drop me a comment and let me know you visited. And, come back soon and often.

If you like the Blog Design, please drop by the Great and Amazing Carlos (Suntana's) blog and let him know. He is responsible for teaching me CSS code and helping me put this site together.

Also, Jen (Javaen) is responsible for imparting to me her knowledge of how to make this WELCOME Sticky Post. Stop by, check out her cool graphics, and say hi to her.


Sunny, this explains WHY

In a recent email, I read about a woman named Pam, who knows the pain of considering abortion. More than 24 years ago, she and her husband Bob were serving as missionaries to the Philippines and praying for a fifth child. Pam contracted amoebic dysentery, an infection of the intestine caused by a parasite found in contaminated food or drink. She went into a coma and was treated with strong antibiotics before they discovered she was pregnant.

Doctors urged her to abort the baby for her own safety and told her that the medicines had caused irreversible damage to her baby. She refused the abortion and cited her Christian faith as the reason for her hope that her son would be born without the devastating disabilities physicians predicted. Pam said the doctors didn't think of it as a life, they thought of it as a mass of fetal tissue.

While pregnant, Pam nearly lost their baby four times but refused to consider abortion. She recalled making a pledge to God with her husband: If you will give us a son, we'll name him Timothy and we'll make him a preacher.

Pam ultimately spent the last two months of her pregnancy in bed and eventually gave birth to a healthy baby boy August 14, 1987. Pam's youngest son is indeed a preacher. He preaches in prisons, makes hospital visits, and serves with his father's ministry in the Philippines . He also plays football. Pam's son is Tim Tebow.

The University of Florida's star quarterback became the first sophomore in history to win college football's highest award, the Heisman Trophy. His current role as quarterback of the Denver Broncos has provided an incredible platform for Christian witness. As a result, he is being called The Mile-High Messiah.

Tim's notoriety and the family's inspiring story have given Pam numerous opportunities to speak on behalf of women's centers across the country. Pam Tebow believes that every little baby you save matters.

My Opera Mail

This message appeared in my Messages Inbox today.

Mail is replacing messages

At the end of January, our messaging system will be changed to My Opera Mail.

The good news? You already have My Opera Mail! Just visit your mailbox to start sending and receiving e-mail. Your e-mail address is your My Opera username followed by @myopera.com; SummerAngel@myopera.com.

Going forward, all correspondence with other My Opera members will go through My Opera Mail. Any earlier messages you have in your inbox will go into a read-only archive.


I do NOT want, nor do I need another email account. I do not want to be bothered with having to sign into this email account. I did not ask for it and I won't be using it. So...I respectfully request that NO My Opera Member send me email to the myopera.com account.

Thank you

Merry Grinchmas Dear Ole Dad

This post is for my daddy because this was his favorite Christmas movie.



The Grinch Song

You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.

You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch.

I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.

You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile.
Mr. Grinch.

Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.

You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch.

The three words that best describe you, are as follows, and I quote:



You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch.

Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
rubbish imaginable,
Mangled up in tangled up knots.

You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked hoss.
Mr. Grinch.

You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce!




How the Grinch Stole Christmas Part 1

How the Grinch Stole Christmas Part 2

Bad Parrot

Bad Parrot



A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.

Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back.John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. John, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.

Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer.

The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."

John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude.

As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird spoke-up, very softly,
"May I ask what the turkey did?"


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