My oldest Daughter lives in New York State and I have not seen her and her
family for a few years now. I have not met my Granddaughter Lucy. I have talked to her on the phone and seen pictures and She is truly amazing, as is her brother Taylor. One day soon I should hope God will grant me the means to be with them. I would love to be able to spend some time with them, To get to know them and unite with my Daughter and her husband.

This last Month of July, Mark and I were Blessed with a trip to Utah. My Son,
Daughter and their families arranged the trip for us so we could come and stay with them for two weeks. Praise the Lord, for the Blessings he gave to all of us that we may have this time together. I had not seen my Daughter Jenny in about 20 yrs, Nor met any of her 3 children or Husband. My Son Jason visited us here in Texas about 5 yrs ago with his Daughter, my Granddaughter Ciera, so it has not been as long away from them. Although he does have a wife Tanya that I had never met.

He tried to arrange for us to come to the Wedding, but when they got married
a couple of years ago there was no way we could go there. It was not meant to be at that time. For so many reasons. Even though we where unable to attend this Great Union between Jason and Tanya they were and are married. They go together so very well and may God continue to Bless them.

It was a grand day of celebration for Irishmen, City View customers, employees and everyone involved in this Holiday.

Of coarse some said no thanks to eating green. One young lady attending Ogle
School said “no it creeps me out.”  Others said “sure why not?”  As with anything
some like to change up the daily routine and have some fun. One young man said,
“my Mom told me not to eat green bread.” I really enjoy this answer. What a
good thing to tell your son, and my what a good son to listen, that is priceless.

We even had a customer
come in to eat with his hat on. What a treat to greet a fellow hat wearing fun giver.  As you can see he is way cool. One of our regular customers paid for the elderly lady in line behind him. She got to the register to pay and behold she had been blessed with lunch.  After she ate she came and told me to tell that young man thank you. She had been to the doctor earlier and got a good report and that is why she had stopped at Subway. Praise the Lord for his hand is upon her today.

At City View Subway my goal is to give everyone a good memory. Whether you are a guest, employee, or someone needing a drink of water, I hope your time here will be remembered as being good. A good experience can keep you going, and
coming back.

Hi welcome to Subway for Saint Patrick’s Day. Would you like Saint Patrick’s Day bread Today? What is that? It is green.
Would you like to eat green today?

Thank you Gail and Subway family

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Fort Worth, Texas

Really you need to come in when I am working , because I am the wild and crazy one. I like to yell out welcome to Subway and greet you as you enter our store. The other family members are not as energetic as I am. I also like to sing 5 dollar, 5 dollar, 5 dollar footlong when you order a 5 dollar footlong. Our store is clean and our food is fresh.  I also have a special ingredient I put in my subs. It is called LOVE. It always makes everything better when you make it with love.

Of course we do have unhappy and grumpy people sometimes, but I try to be extra nice to them. Hopefully when they leave they will think, why was I so horrible? That lady was really nice. She went out of her way to make me happy and I was rude. Shame on me.

Then you have the people that can not put their phone down long enough to give you their order. To me this is really rude. We are trying to fix their meal and they are so important they can not even turn off the phone long enough so you can get thier order. But just keep being nice and good to them , and soon they want to look you in the eye, share a smile, perhaps a laugh or to. We get close to some of these folks and when they do not show up for a few days, we start to wonder if they are ok.

Last week we had a homeless guy come in and want to use our restroom. I told him sure just keep it clean. The second day he came and told me he had a problem. He said he needed a plunger and a mop. I got them for him and he cleaned the restroom tip top. I have not seen him since this cold spell and I sure hope he has a warm place to stay.

In February, Subway is bringing back all footlongs for 5 dollars, not just the 8 we have right now. So plan on making Subway your lunch stop for the day. We also have a great breakfast so stop in and get breakfast and lunch with one stop shopping. I open for breakfast and I have several people that like to stop by just so they can see a happy smiling face before they go to work, and get a great start for the day.

Subway eat Fresh
Thank you, Gail
I am a four letter word. LOL

A lot of people still cook , but alot order pre made dinners.  Stores are open and people have to work instead of being home with their families. After eating, lets go shopping. I have visions of people setting at the tables with cell phones texting each other, please pass the tato’s. Or something like that. No eye contact and no voices. I hope my visions are wrong and it is a great time for all.

Let us gather together and be thankful for all in our lives. Let us praise
God for all we have and Pray for more Blessings each and everyday. May we all prosper and grow. Bless this house oh Lord we pray, keep it safe by night and day. Thank you Lord for bringing us together on this Thanksgiving Day.
Thank you, GOD BLESS You
Amen

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What???? How can such a thing Happen? Are we all asleep at the wheel? So wrapped up in ourselves we do not notice what is happening around us. Or is it we the people are just not heard anymore in this world of hunger,
greed and hate.  It seems if some do not get their way, they are leaving and taking others with them. If any of you are so unhappy or mad please share your pain and be released of this evil grip that has you. No matter your religion, you know there is a higher power to pray to and help. For me it is God and My Saviour Jesus Christ. Seek help and rid evil thoughts. How selfish to harm others.  But you know we cause pain to others every day. We kill with our words and think nothing of it because that person is still alive. We do not see or feel the pain we have caused, perhaps we choose to be blind. But the pain is still there. I feel the pain. Do YOU? How often do we say things we know will hurt, and say it anyway?  To Many!!! Each Day may be our last.  How do we know we will make it home again? We all  need to wake up and live life to the fullest each day.   Tell those you love, you love them. Show others some kindness with a smile and kind words  Turn off that wonderful cell phone and talk to a real person. Eye contact. Pray and take a walk with God. Each day may be our last, make it count.  The ones you love may not come home so what are you going to do?

May God Please Bless All the Families involved.  May peace come to them soon. Please accept all in to your KINGDOM and heal all these hurting souls. Oh Father heal the wounded, body  mind and soul.  Bless us all that we can learn from this  evil act and cast out the devil.  Grant us the wisdom to help each other. By the Grace of God , please , Help us all to help each other.  Bless us to not harm others and to show love and joy to all we come in contact with. Help Us to help others in their time of need.   Praise the Lord for he, IS GOD, and GOOD.  Please Bring Justice to all .  IN GOD WE TRUST
In the Name Of Jesus Christ

Amen

Coming soon to a computer near you “Mercantile Mart” online shopping at it’s finest We will carry the full line from Western Wood Crafts, Glorious Trusty Treasures, and other fine artists and crafters.

Antique Alley  spans the historic communities of Cleburne, Grandview and Maypearl via FM 4 (S) to FM 916. Mark your calendars for our next show on September 18-20, 2009. It gets bigger every time, so don’t miss out! This show is unique because of the miles and miles of shows and sales organized by independent landowners, small businesses and individual entrepreneurs. Twenty five miles of wonderful treasures, entertainment and beautiful country side.  What a great way to spend your time. There are beautiful ranches and farms hosting vendors from all over the united states. Fundraisers for local churches and schools, live entertainment and
something fun for the entire family! Be sure to stop by the smaller
historic downtown’s of Grandview and Maypearl where the streets will be
lined with vendors, musical entertainment and festival style foods.
On the other end of the trail is Cleburne, the county seat of Johnson
County. There you will find various sales scattered through out the
community.
Scenic adventure filled shopping is the name of the game here where you
can enjoy hunting for that “one of a kind” item you’ve always been looking
for. Great food, good fun and a wonderful way to spend a weekend!
Antique Alley Texas occurs twice per year on the third Friday, Saturday
& Sunday each April and September.
Antique Alley Texas is a “Rain or Shine” event! The vendor fees
collected advertise each show – so if Mother Nature brings us rain, then
you get out your mud boots and rain slicker! Be safe; if it’s lightening, duck indoors until that is over. Vendors will uncover their tables immediately when the rain stops. In the mean-time, browse indoors and eat allot! Have fun – life is not  a “dress rehearsal” – this is it! Western wood crafts, Sew cute along with Penny and Daphne’s crafts will be set up inside in the sweet town of Maypearl. 
Hope to see YOU there as well.

NBC a sinking ship? Bonehead decisions like this is what is keeping this network in last place. This show just was not funny, just the same old stupidity Conan is famous for. One bit involving a “stolen” letter D from the famous Hollywood sign was just plain stupid. In an attempt to show how big his new studio is a crew rolls it through a to short doorway and destroys it. I just don’t know what the suits at NBC were thinking putting him at the helm of the Famous Tonight Show after such greats as Carson or Leno. The only person laughing at this show is Letterman as his audience will swell as Leno fans switch over, at least some of his stuff is funny. I will either be tuned in to Letterman or reruns of the Twilight Zone on one of the local channels for my late night entertainment.

The paradox of our time in history is that we
have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower
viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have
bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have
more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold  more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands,  overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.  It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stock room. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and  a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious
thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

In honor of the 44th President of the United States, Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream has issued a new flavor, “Barocky Road”.

Barocky Road is a blend of half Vanilla, half Chocolate, and surrounded by Nuts and Flakes.

The Vanilla portion of the mix is not openly advertised and is usually denied as an ingredient.

The Nuts and Flakes are all very bitter and hard to swallow.

The cost is $100.00 per scoop.

When purchased it will be presented to you in a large beautiful cone, but then the Ice Cream is taken away as you reach for it, and is given to the person in line behind you.

Thus you are left with an empty Wallet, no change, holding an empty cone, with no hope of getting any Ice Cream.

But – somehow – you feel stimulated!

The Kia Soul enters into the automotive market with It’s hamster commercials, each featuring a different Genre of music. Featured here is the full length version of “Do What You Do” by Marz from one version of the commercial.
Do What You Do

The Senate is considering new federal taxes on soda and other sugary drinks to help pay for Obama’s overhaul of the nation’s health-care system.

The taxes would only pay a fraction of the cost of  health-insurance coverage for all Americans and would face strong opposition from the beverage industry. This could create a backlash from consumers who would have to pay several cents more for a soft drink. In addition to soda, sugary drinks containing less than 70 percent fruit juice would also be subject to the tax, milk, juice, diet soda and bottled water would not be subject to the tax.

The American beverage association denounced the tax proposal as purely a money grab that would be paid for by hardworking Americans, and warned that it could jeopardize jobs.

Michael Jacobson, executive director of the Center for Science in the Public Interest, says:

“Soda is clearly one of the most harmful products in the food supply, and it’s something government should discourage the consumption of.”

What right does our government have to choose what we as Americans consume? This is a free country and we have the right to choose what we put in our bodies and how much. What will they tax next? This has to stop, people can’t even afford to eat as it is with the high prices of food now. Maybe they need to impose an “Idiot” tax, no they couldn’t do that every politician would go broke.

An oldie but a goodie, It’s just plain funny so give it a listen for a good laugh.

Flatulante

Found this on the web a while back, this is a must read for any animal lover. It amazes me how cruel humans can be not only to their fellow man but to a poor defenseless animal. This story although fictional tells of some of the cruelties that occur in a ”Puppy Mill” from the dogs point of view.

 A Puppy Mill Nightmare:

I remember it like it was yesterday, It was dirty and smelled horrible.
One of my mom’s neighbors from above us was rotting away, and had been for several months. The body fluids of her that hadn’t already leaked on my mom months before, were leaking on me. There were feces falling in between the wires of the cages over us. Urine was dripping on my head and the mom next to me lay rotting and decomposing.
My mom started licking me but soon stopped. Her fur was very soft but badly tangled. It had feces from various dogs matted in it and it was soaking wet with urine. I cuddled in her fur, in hopes to escape this awfull place.
She was very skinny so her warm body didn’t provide much comfort. She
just licked me and said, “Don’t worry. It’ll be alright.” Then she told me that
my brothers and sisters would be here soon so I had to move. My mom was very exhausted and tired because she had no water to drink that summer day.
The next day I awoke to my mom licking me. I had about 4 brothers and sisters. Mom was trying to feed us as much as she could but she could only produce so much milk. She barely produced enough to feed us since she had no food or water for herself.
I quickly fell asleep to have a short escape from this terrible place. I really
wanted to lie on something dry and cool, not wet and hot. But I had no choice. I had to manage to live in this filthy cage.
I turned around but the cage had holes that were much bigger than my feet.
A couple times I fell through the holes and the dogs below growled and snapped at me. My mom taught me to balance on the wires. That was very difficult, though, because they were really slippery from blood, urine, feces, and body fluids.
A weird looking man took me out of my cage and pulled out scissors. His hands were very cold and and very dirty. What he did next was unbelievable, he cut off my tail. Oh, the pain! I whined and he yelled at me. He said,
“Oh shut up you f*ckin piece of sh*t!” Then he proceded to hurt my brothers and sisters like he did me. Our tails were bleeding for hours…and hour…and
hours. It hurt so bad I thought dying would be better.
As I grew older, my mom had another litter of puppies so I was forced to eat something other than her milk. She didn’t have enough to feed two litters. I only had a couple of pebbles of food a day, and if I was lucky, maybe a sip of water. The food tasted like cardboard and was swarmed with flies. Any water that I recieved was basically just diluted urine. My toe also got caught in the wires. As I tugged at it, the wires managed to
slice it right off. The pain was tremendous but when I was a really young pup, I learned to take it and deal with whatever fear or anguish or pain I may be forced to deal with. My toe also bled for many hours. It hurt really bad because the wires that I had sliced it on were covered with urine and feces. A man walked by my cage and I crawled away in fear. I remember him say, “They’ll make some dough. We should keep this one though. She’ll produce good lookin’ pups.” He was pointing at me.
Later I noticed that my mom stopped moving. I pawed at her face but she wouldn’t give me any encouraging words like she normally did. I tried to get her to wake up but she just layed there, Lifeless. I cried all night long, hoping I would wake up to my mom licking me and telling me it would be all right like she used to. But that never happened. I just crawled up next to her and cried. I cried for her and all the other dogs in this horrible place. I missed her greatly but also knew I had to be strong for her and myself.
My siblings and I were taken out of our cage. I was put into a smaller cage, and my siblings were put into a truck and left, I never saw them again. My mom was left in the cage, she was taken out 6 months later and thrown on the ground in front of me. They only took her out of there to replace her with two young male and female pups.
I saw the man walk over to another cage. He said, “Oh he’s cute. He’ll make some good lookin’ ones.” Another guy next to him then said, “…and maybe he’ll make us more dough someday!” Then they placed him in the cage with me and both laughed.
So there we were, he was my age, we became best friends and played all the time. But one day when we were playing I got scared. He just said, “Don’t worry. We’re just playing and having fun.” He was later taken out of my cage, he was gone forever, my one and only friend.
It was getting colder out and water was falling from above. From above the
cages. From above the clouds. From heaven. From God. I figured God was on my side, giving me water and all. I was still struggling for food though.
One day my stomach started hurting and I had this sudden urge to poop, I
thought. Out came 5 little pups, 3 girls and 2 boys. They were my babies. I was barely producing enough milk to feed them with because I had no food and water for myself. Those little babies were my only hope. My darlings grew older and the girls were taken away. Soon one of my sons started playing with me like my friend did. I tried to get away but he insisted. Plus there wasn’t any room to move around in this small cage.
When summer rolled around, I turned a year old and was giving birth to my second litter of pups. It was getting extremely hot but I had no water to drink. No food to eat. But as long as I had my darlings, I figured I could live through this.
My neighbor from above died. His body fluids were leaking all over my puppies and me. I tried to cover them like how my mom did but I could see how she had little success. I was so skinny that it didn’t even really matter anymore.
A lady walked by and I tried to hide, I crawled away in fear. The only
experiences I ever had with humans were awful and I didn’t want to get yelled at or beaten again…and I especially didn’t want my pups beaten or yelled at. I also didn’t want her to take my newborns away from me like how I was taken away from my Mom and not how my first litter was taken away from me. They needed me. And only me. Next to the lady were two men. They had blue shirts and stiff hats on. They had these gold badges on with long numbers attached. Next to that was a name tag. They were even scarier. They reached for me and took my puppies and me out of
the cage. That was really scary. Were they going to hurt me? What were they planning to do with my puppies? My pups were only a week old!
The next thing I knew I was lying on a cement floor in a really big cage. The
place was huge and extremely clean. There wasn’t feces, urine, or corpses
everywhere. It was a lot cooler than where I used to be, there were lots of
dogs there, but I had my very own cage. I had this cone shaped thing around my head and My stomach itched. Was I going to have another litter? My puppies were all with me. We had a bowl of cold water and a tray of dog food. Was I being saved?
The lady came over and took me in a small room with someone called a “vet”. He trimmed my fur and did tests on me to see if I was ok. He also said
something about Rabies, Mange, congenital problems, mild hip displaysia, an infection in the front right foot, and an infected tail that “needed to be
treated immediately”…whatever that means. He also said he’d have to run tests to be sure I didn’t have parvovirus, since “…80% of the dogs from that God awful place had this horrible disease”.
The lady gave me pills to “get rid of my illnesses”, or so she said. She also
rubbed this cream stuff on my foot and my butt. It stung a little bit, I cried
but soon stopped, remembering that I would get yelled at if I cried, but I
didn’t. She assured me that it would make me feel better and get rid of my limp. Then she called a lady over and they both looked at my tail. They were talking about how it could have gotten infected and why it was so short. The second lady suggested dirty scissors, I began to like her. I always felt some sort of security when I was around her.
Two people came by my cage a few weeks later, the lady said they might want to take me home with them. What was home? Was I going back to that horrible place? They asked questions like, “What breed is she supposed to be?” and “Approximately how old is she estimated to be?” and sometimes an occasional “Oh, I don’t know” or a “We want a puppy” and a “What about the pet shop, hun?” They kind of scared me.
The next day I was in something called a car. The lady said they were taking me home. I was so afraid that I was going back to what they called a “puppy mill”. When we arrived, my “owners” showed me a corner with a pile of blankets. They were really colorful and didn’t have any holes in them or dogs above and below them. They said I could lie down there. This place was even better than the “clinic.” There was carpeting, and it was oh-so-ever soft. I kept slipping on the tile floor in the kitchen though. My owners always giggled when I slipped, and I was glad they were happy, which in turn made me happy. They also showed me where my water and food was and where to go when I want to go outside to “do my job”. They were confusing me. What was “doing my job”? Why would I want to go outside?
My “name” was Millie, and whenever they said my name they gave pet me or would play with me. If I was lucky, I got a scratch on the butt, behind the ear, or even a belly rub. I never had this kind of attention from humans at the “puppy mill”.
I was taught how to play, at first they threw a ball for me and I was like,
“What do you want me to do?” I wanted to please them but it was hard because I never learned any of this when I was younger. So they taught me how to fetch balls and play tug of war. I got to play with other dogs, which I couldn’t do at the puppy mill. My only purpose at the mill was to make a profit for the owners.
This was heaven to me, I got to go swimming and play frisbee, chase balls and play tug of war. Never had I been in such a great place with such nice people.
Now I know I can trust people.
I had been living there for three years when I began experiencing great
difficulty to breathe. It was hard to walk and I couldn’t balance very well, so
I was taken to the vet. The vet ran some tests and said, “Even at the age of
four, she has cancer In her lungs and in her brain. This is because of poor
breeding at the puppy mill. It also appears that she has a very severe case of Hip Dysplasia.”
Then he said, “I think it would be best to end her suffering and put her to sleep.” I happily agreed, because I liked to go to sleep!
A week later I went back to the vet. My two owners held me and cried. They kept repeating, “I love you so much. I love you so much…” Then the vet pulled out a big pink thing with a needle on the end. I figured he was going to make me go to sleep. I got excited. My owners signed some papers and cried even harder. The vet told me to relax and told my owners that “it would be a pain free and a very soothing moment for her.”
A flash of colors came across my eyes, my vision started to blur and I felt so
extrmely relaxed. It is hard to explain, really, I felt as if I were dreaming.
I started feeling guilty, though, because I was so happy, yet so sad because my owners were sad. I hated enjoying myself while my owners were heartbroken. Suddenly it came to me, I knew what was going on. I was dying…but peacefully. So I said goodbye the only way I knew how…a gentle wag of my short, stubby tail and a lick of my owners hands. They set my head on their arms and told me that I could let go.
Then I saw a fresh green field, with all my neighbors, children, friends, etc.
They told me I would be ok now and that I’ve escaped the agony and pain that the puppy mill had caused me. But the most important soul I saw was my mom, I cried and told her about that fateful night she died and the day they took her out. All she said was, “I know, I was there watching over you to make sure you would be ok and would be saved, and to make sure you got a very good home. Then she started to lick me and said, “Don’t worry…it’ll be alright.” Then I told her, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for such a very long time.”
We all played together until I saw some of my friends owners were coming across a big bridge. I felt absolutely wonderful…no pain. Except in my heart. I missed my people so much.
There I waited, At the bridge with my mom, my mom who was unlucky, my mom who was too weak to live until the rescue came. My mom who should have had a home, my mom who had no owner.
But she did, in fact, have a home, In my heart. So there we waited For my
owners, and when the time came, we would all cross the bridge together and never be separated ever again. No longer would any of us feel any pain or grief, from then on…we wouldn’t ever suffer again.
My owners are coming now, They’re meeting my mom and it’s like they’ve all known each other since the beginning of time. As we cross the Bridge now, my mom licks me and says, “Don’t worry. We’ll be alright now and forever…” All of our pain is gone and it will never come back again.

Author: Unknown (Edited)

Remember this when you visit a pet store next time.

Their are many animals in your local animal shelter looking for a good home so don’t support “Puppy Mills” by buying from a pet store or any other mass animal breeders.