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Hope is an anchor, and love is a ship.
Time is the ocean, and life is the trip.
You don’t know where you are goin’
till you get to where it is that you are at.
If you cannot read the stars,
you might have to take a map.
A compass and a conscience so you don’t get lost at sea.
On some old lonely island where no one wants to be.

From the beginning of creation
I believe our maker had a plan.
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand.
To a place where we will climb up that mountain,
shout out, and let our voices ring.
And those who have never tried it,
they will be the first to sing.

I will see you on the other side if I make it.
It might be a long hard ride but I wanna take it.
Even when it seems that I don’t have a prayer,
I will let the weather take my ship anywhere.
I just know, that I want to go, where the streets are paved with gold,
cause I know that You will be there.
Oh my, my.

We don’t bring nothing here with ya,
and we cannot take anything back,
I never seen a funeral followed by a Brinks Money Truck
Or a hearse with a luggage rack.

I have torn my knees from praying, scarred my back from falling down,
spent a lot of time flyin’ high, and now I often find my face in the ground.
I know Jesus and I talk to God,
Faith, Hope and Love are some of the things he has given us,
and the greatest of these is Love.

I will see you on the other side if I make it.
It might be a long hard ride but I am going to take it.
Even when it seems that I don’t have a prayer,
I will let the weather take me anywhere.

All I know, is that I want to go,
where the streets are paved with gold, cause I know that You will be there.

Oh my, my.

12th week of the year, 78th day, 288 remain. How you doing on your New Years resolutions? I seem to be doing pretty good, hit a few and missed a few, but all in all, the prospects of being successful are good.

To my astonishment, this is the year I feel I will beat 70 percent of my fear of succeeding and I have dissolved 80 percent of my tendency to sabotage my ambitions. Not only that. I have almost reconciled my checkbook at least twice, and that is encouraging.

To my great satisfaction, I shed 70 percent of my “martyr everybody doesn’t understand me complex,” lost 45 percent of my fascination for glamorous suffering, and smashed at least 85 percent of my perverse attractions to the victim archetype. I am now only marginally afraid of the dark, and can for the first time in years, sleep with the lights off.

A full three hours a night.

I started walking two miles per day, and as of last Tuesday, I was within eleven miles of Amarillo, Texas. Having lost something like 24 pounds since the first of the year, I am no longer as big as a barn, about the scope of a medium sized tool shed now.

So far this year, I have met many new people and expanded my network and reached a bigger audience. Truly life has been kind to me, I no longer fear pasta made from semolina and shaped in the form of slender tubes. I’m ecstatic that I have deepened my connections with pragmatic idealists who share my core values on this and other web-pages thru out this nation and some regions of Asia minor.

Things are truly looking up and the New Year seems to have promise. I have come to be a citizen of a totally New World (Live Journal), and have just discovered I have at least one new friend here. It is my profound hope that in the late hours of the night, I will hone my messages and scribbling so well that I will have even more profound influence than ever before. It is entirely possible by this time next week; I could have at least TWO new friends here.

But that remains to be seen.

Far, this new year, is living up to the promise of high expectations. There is the distinct possibility that my application at McDonalds has been approved. I will now be able to sign up for the new work-until-you-die minimum wage program for Seniors. I can now finally put my resume fabricated Batchelor of Liberal Arts degree (G.I. Bill) education to work for me. Did you want fries with that?

And finally, there is the distinct possibility that I may have been approved for the paper route in my neighborhood. Why not, I am always up and never asleep at this ridiculous hour anyway.

This has, so far, proven to be one of the best years ……. Ever.

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Okay, this is NOT funny, who sent me this email?

Mr. Smith, I just wanted to read you something from the Internal Revenue Code. It is the last sentence of section 509A of the code: “For purposes of paragraph, 3, an organization described in paragraph 2 shall be deemed to include an organization described in section 501-C-4, 5,6, which would be described in paragraph 2 if it were an organization described in paragraph 2 if it were an organization described in section 501C-3.”

Now “that” was not funny. No sir.

In the words of that Great American Crazy Horse, Chief of the Dakota Sioux: “All we wanted was peace and to be let alone.” Here is something else, come to think about it (stir their senses! Make them feel alive!).

What is the difference between an “American Indian” and a “Native American?”

Anyone out there know, anyone, anyone.

Let’s throw this one out on the porch and see if the cat will lick it up? Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States ….. Ask any Indian.

File your taxes yet? (Nice blend huh.)

We have already filed this year, did it early to beat the rush. We used that new electronic filing form. “How much did you make … Please send in that amount.” Which is a lie, the Government never uses the word …. Please.

Worried about an audit? Avoid what the I.R.S. calls a “Red Flag.” You know what a red flag is right? That is money left in your bank account AFTER you have paid your taxes … That is a red flag.

And finally …“A government big enough to give you everything you want is strong enough to take everything you have.”
  Thomas Jefferson

See you Monday, I think I am getting a touch of carpal.

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