MichaelCraig

OK..OK Lizzy, if you MUST know. The word is... TWUF, it means - The Wireless University Forum. a global online community for academia and industry interested in wireless and software development. Are you satisfied now?

Ya'll don't know nuthin about cornbread. We do it right down here in the booger bushes of Georgia. You don't need nuthin but a bowl of pot liquor and a big spoon. (pot liquor=juice off the collard greens) You break a hunk of cornbread off and sop away. Kinda like the way you eat biscuits and syrup...but different. When I die I'll have a biscuit in one hand and a bottle of syrup in the other cause I'm gonna SOP my way to Heaven!!! HmmmmmmM!

Hi and welcome, Amy. :)

The words spoken by LM are very true whether we wish to believe or acknowledge the facts or not. Yes it is sad, but if any parent/adult thinks it's not possible or true in pretty much every town to some degree or the other then I hate it for them. For kids raised LDS some of the reasons may be what I refer to as the "preachers son/daughter" syndrone. It's not really a syndrone but I think most of you know what I'm trying to say. You crack the door because they have reached a certain age, give them a little breathing room and they loose it. I've tried to think of ways to help. To get involved more in the lives of teens in our town. Easier said than done. Prayer, and lots of it is the most I can do right now besides keeping my eyes and ears open and doing everything I can to keep the communication thing between me and my sons strong. Ages 13, 19 and 20. There has been things they've talked to me about going on in our town that is unbelievable. And I thought I was a rebel at that age.

Mamby-Pamby land.. Hmmmm, who says that isn't a totally awesome place to be??? Many of us could use a little more self-confidence and besides, if GySgt R. Lee Ermey goes there then it's GOT to be really nice. OohRah!!!

Huh? This site has rules? I'm thankful for the mods. It's pretty much a thankless job and I would imagine a high percent of the messages they get are not positive no matter how hard they work to please everyone. It's just not possible. I've said it before and I'll say it again because I think it's worth saying, I love this forum and the reason is directly related to the hard work the mods do. All of them. Thank you to all mods especially the Angelical Pam, moderator extraordinairess. :) (I just made a new word!) Wait while I check the site rules about new word making.

I feel like I'm an alien who's lost his green card and the I.C.E. van just drove up into my driveway. I'm so very thankful that I have an awesome lawyer though. His name is Christ Jesus. :) Through Him I will be at my REAL home one day and I'll sit where ever He tells me to. Sorry, topic is way over this simple country boys head.

Don't know about worst book but the I can tell you the craziest, but in kind of a cool way, was "The Shack" by William Young. The first part was really hard for me being a parent but I got thru it, then the crazy stuff started. It's fiction of course and for entertainment only but after getting thru it I actually enoyed the relationship part. Not that I think of Heavenly Father, Jesus and the Holy Spirit of being IN ANY WAY like the characters in the book, it made me think. So many people seem to put all three of them in a "box". Kinda like Heavenly Father is an old man with a long white beard sitting in a big chair on a cloud somewhere. Also making Him like He's untouchable I guess because He's so awesome. It is my personal feeling that He wishes for us to have more of a father/son or daughter type relationship with Him. Calling on Him when we fall down or even when we have a good day. Keeping Him at the center of our lives like we did our earthly Dad's when we were oh....5-9 yrs old. I'm lucky cause I never matured any farther than that mentally any way...so my wife says!!!

Wecome CoinPurse! I'm fairly new here too and when I first heard someone mention testimony I was slightly confused because even though the meanings are pretty much the same I found that some peoples meaning of testimony, mostly people of Faiths other than LDS, think of it as being possibly many different experiences during the course of their lives when they found themselves in the presence or closeness of the Holy Spirit, but from what I now understand, and I could still be a bit confused, many LDS people feel it is, in a nut shell, the conglomeration of events or I guess could have been just one but either way it is THE point in time when they became clearly aware of a strong Truth, one that they hang their entire Faith on. For me I am one of those who's testimony first came after a very bad automobile accident I was in during my early 20's that pretty much ripped the car to shreds turning it into a mere $90 worth of scrap metal that the owner received from the salvage yard. We ran off the dirt country road, flipped the small Toyota Corolla 5-6 times and then hit a telegraph pole with the car ending up on it's roof, petrol and oil pouring everywhere. Myself and the driver received not one puncture mark from the windows that were broken out which were all of them except the drivers door window, that includes both front and back windshields, blew out all 4 tires and much more. We had not one single bruise, not one single broken bone..not even a simple scratch. We were both NOT buckled up. A veteran patrolman on the scene told us that he had never witnessed such an accident where the occupants where not either very seriously injured, but most died from the accident. He did not understand how we made it out without a scratch. He was so unsure of it he asked the EMT's to examine us both making sure we did not have an injury but did not realize it due to possible shock. They did, and still. Not a scratch. Others can argue the law of physics if they choose but I know how it happened and continue to pray asking Heavenly Father what it was that He needed me around for? Hoping that there has been or will be something that I do that fulfills His reason, but realizing He is the all knowing I'm very sure what ever His purpose was for doing that so many years ago on that dark country road it will come to pass, or already has. When my time comes to leave this Earth He may, or may not choose to make His reason clear to me. I'm just so glad He did what He did. I now have a beautiful wife and three awesome young men, one who is just 6 months from finishing his mission on the south Pacific island of Fiji teaching the Gospel of Jesus Christ. He alone may have been the reason. Not sure. :)

I could wait about two more weeks till I'm done with the final tracks but, oh well. Here are the lyrics. For musicians it's pretty much just, (whole notes on bass guitar), D-G-A and a short walk down during the chorus D,C#, B and G. Title: Thank God for Granny Granny gave me to Jesus when I was a boy, but I had some wild oats to sow. When just about everyone gave up on me, Granny, she wouldn't let go. Chorus: Thank God for Granny who knew how to pray, to keep me save from all harm. I went on my own, and I went astray... (walk-down) she prayed me back into God's arms, whoa she prayed me back into God's arms. When I was just 19 my best friend and I, were flyin down Whispering Pines Road When I woke up, my best friend was gone, and Granny knew just who I owed. Chorus last verse- Now I've got a message to send way over yonder, Jesus, please let Granny know. I'm NOT where I'm goin, but I'm on my way...YES I am. Cause, she showed me the right way to go. Chorus again and end. I'll post the real song if there is a thread when I finish tweakin the final tracks. Couple weeks or so. Mostly accoustic guitar and bass and I'm thinking about possibly some lite fiddle, not sure yet.

Do the songs have to be listed as links? What about originals? Can I just type the lyrics to one of mine? Wouldn't exactly call it sad but it does make me cry every time I play and sing it. But, it's a personal kinda song so you folks might not take a liken to it.

Man I'm old...

I'm married because I needed someone tall enough to get the bread down from on top of the frig, and to change blown out light bulbs. I'm divorced because my former wife, (a little person like me) could not do either. Just kiddin. My first marriage was for all the wrong reasons. The entire relationship was built on loose sand and when hurricane season came there was nothing left. Wasn't much at all really there to start with. It was equaly both of our fault. My second, and LAST marriage..(I know this because my wife is from Alabama and when we were walking out of the church she looked me in the eye and said "one of the two of us ain't gettin out of this one alive!"), was built on a firm foundation. Over two years courting, learning each others likes, dislikes, life goals, ethics and morals, short and long term life plans, funky habits, sexual expectations-do's and don'ts, feelings/agreements about kids, needs and expectations from each other and the biggest of it all.....FAITH. She was raised Baptist, poor girl but I love her anyway. All we did to make sure this one was right helped but honeslty...it is by the pure Grace of Heavenly Father that we have stayed together as long as we have. If anyone ever needs the real definition of Grace don't look in Wikipedia, just let me know and I'll post a picture of my wife. Yeah, she's hardheaded, down right mean sometimes, but, when the stuff hits the fan and buddy it has and I mean big time on many occasions thru the years she has not batted an eye and has stuck right by my side not budging one inch even when I was going thru my mid-life crisis. MrMarklin is right about the puppy love ending pretty quick and if there's nothing there from the very beginning holding you to a strong foundation it's prob just a matter of time before the siding and roof peels off of your trailer and you're left with one wheel and a twisted frame. (we live in south Ga you know) No disrepect to anyone who lives in a trailer, just a little redneck south Ga humor. :)

My 2 cents. If evolution was really true mother's would have 5 arms by now.

I've been in a way interested in the ghost thing since I was a kid. I've even gone as far as driving to the so called "haunted" areas in and around my south Georgia USA county which has a very long history of condeferate/union soldier hauntings. Andersonville Prison (Camp Sumter) is just north of here and holds military fallen dating from the Revolutionary War to present day KIA's and vets including close to 13,000 union prisoners that died from disease, poor sanitation, malnutrition, overcrowding, and exposure to the elements during the Civil War. You would think with that many souls and the awful way they passed that in my 50 yrs living here I would have seen at least one, but...nope! Maybe it's the "watched pot" thing but as hard as I've tried I have not to this day actually witnessed a single ghost. What I did find or finally come to realize is that Heavenly Father put us here, in this world/dimension, to live our lives. Have fun. Make some mistakes, some really bad ones in my case but through it all grow spiritually, each lesson learned drawing us closer to Him. He gives us enough to do and focus on in this spiritual realm than to worry or seek things in other places/times. I also found out one more very important fact that I think others should keep in mind and that is...you need to be real careful what you are looking for. Because, you just might find it. :0

I'm not sure how it is in other parts of the country or the world for that matter but it appears to me that many of the youth of today are really into the 1960's era music and art. My 19 yr old middle son loves tie-die and has several posters like Bob Dylan, Bob Marley etc. I may be naive but it looks like he's not interested in the "free love" part of that era especially knowing his long time Italian girlfriend would call her Dad in New Jersey and he'd have to live on the run for the rest of his life. He also is really into natural food and prefers to buy fresh veggies etc and cook them himself in light olive oil. I think that's pretty cool considering it was just a few years ago kids his age didn't know there was any other type food besides BurgerKing or McD's. :)

Only one creature that makes me run for cover. It's known habitat is eastern Tn. The beast stands about 5ft tall on her hind legs. Un-naturally hairy especially on chin and unibrow. Emits this extremely high frequency VERY high volume sound roughly around 215 db's when approached, or maybe it's just when I'm in the area. Not sure. I would post a picture of it here but I respect everyone more than that and also am not willing to be responsible for forum members mental health and/or treatment bills after gazing at the beast. It's name varies from state to state depending on who you ask but I've come to know it by the name of.....X-MOTHER-N-LAW!!!! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!! If seen in your area, DO NOT ATTEMPT TO APPROACH. Seek cover immediately allowing 1 to 2 states distance between you and the beast if possible. I have nightmares to this day and it's been many years since my eyes last made contact which required extensive treatment to the retna but the mental scars are permanent.

I know I'm old so please forgive me but, in my ancient opinion a person listening to any genre of music must be able to hear CLEARLY a minimum of at least one word related to religion like, Jesus, Heaven, Heavenly Father...etc before the song or band can be legally name Christian or inspirational. Screamo by definition cannot provide this so I'm sorry. To me screaming at the top of your lungs = violence or another type of negative action. Screamo-pig squeel and many other funky named genre's are NOT, to me personally, considered religious because frankly, they just sound evil. Excuse for being old fashion. I mean no disrespect to the fans or the bands of such type music...if it can actually be called that. But it's America! SCREAM ON!!!

Sorry if this one has already been posted. :) Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly Heavenly Father was tired of hearing all the bickering. Finally fed up, Heavenly Father said, 'THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from those results, I will judge who does the better job.' So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away. They moused. They faxed. They e-mailed. They e-mailed with attachments. They downloaded.. They did spreadsheets! They wrote reports. They created labels and cards.. They created charts and graphs.. They did some genealogy reports . They did every job known to man. Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than heck. Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off.. Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld. Jesus just sighed.. Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming: 'It's gone! It's all GONE! 'I lost everything when the power went out!' Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work. Satan observed this and became irate. 'Wait!' he screamed. 'That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?' Heavenly Father just shrugged and said, JESUS SAVES.... AMEN!!!!!

I believe the Lord interfered with the events that took place one night in my early 20's when the car I was a passenger in ran off a dirt country road, flipped over and over about 5 times breaking every glass in the car except the driver door window, and then it hit a telephone pole...on it's roof. There was a veteran state patrolman there who told me that he has never in his 20+ yr career observed a wreck that bad where the people were not injured really bad or killed. The driver and I had not one punture mark from the flying glass, not one single bruise from the tumbling, not one broken bone. Neither of us were wearing seat belts. When I awoke, I'm assuming after going into shock, the first thing my eyes focused on was the roofs dome light because I was laying on the roof and the light was under my arm when I came to and it was smashed all to pieces. I lost a shoe and found it sticking out from under the trunk stuck in the mud right before they pulled the veh out of the ditch and flipped it back on it's tires. Why? I stand only 3 ft 6 inches tall and with both windshields out and three door windows why am I still alive? I know it was for a reason and I promise it's not because I was a good boy. It doesn't work that way. The Bishops death proves this. That was the most blatant, in my face...HI I'M THE LORD...and I'M IN TOTAL CONTROL incident I've ever experienced in my life. You can argue the law of physics all you want but I believe it was someone who has the power to break that law of physics any time He wants because He created it. That one event changed my agency big time and holds it strong to this day. It changed my life forever.

It's good to stand up for what you believe in. :)

And getting smaller. Like you, I've been employed by the green machine for 26 years now. OOh Rah

Michael | Facebook My son was 19 when he arrived on the south pacific island of Fiji last May. He's 20 now and is on his third transfer. 1. Sigatoka (west side of island). 2. Suva (south and the capital) 3. Lautoka (north). He's having the time of his life. He made Zone Leader about a month ago so he must be doing something right. :) We're so proud of him. He did say there are female missionaries there but did not say how old they were.

I'm online right now ordering me another gross of Zombie Survival Kits. The end is near!!

I remember growing up. The bedroom me and my brothers slept in had a nekid light bulb ceiling fixture with a 50 million watt bulb that my Mom would flash on/off about 5-10 times to get us up for school about 6:00am. It was so bright you had to get up quick or you'd get a sunburn, that or your eye lids would melt together and you'd never see again. I think those early morning boot camp Bl8tant type reverly mornings warped my brain because I, to this day, wake up alarm clock or not between 5:00-6:00 am 7 days a week. Between the childhood trama and my osteo-arthritis I haven't had a full 8 hrs of sleep since I spent the summer at my aunts when I was about 12 in Beebee Arkansas. Mornings are so awesome. So quiet. a quick shower/shave etc, 45 mins to an hour of scripture reading then prayer. Just me and the Creator. Then I'm off to face the day!!! :) I'd go to bed at 8:00pm if I could get away with it but I can forget that!!! Our Westie chasing our house cat who is eye ballin our African Grey who is whistling AND talking like a madman constantly...and then there's the teenagers. It's a jungle in my house. I can rest when I die. :) Nothing moves in my house on the weekends until 10:00am. My wife is not able to speak until 10:30, and don't look at her either. You won't do it twice, I promise ya. Not and live. Her bedtime is somewhere between 2:30 and daylight, I'm not really sure.