Do any of you have a home based business? What do you do? How did you get started? I was just on the radio talk show host, Dr. Laura website and she has a link their to home based businesses. I want to trust that it's legitimate but I can't help but be leery. The site is asking for $9.95 for the information. Any advice? I know, probably what I'm already saying to myself that it's a scam.
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10Home Based Business?
by sandy indo any of you have a home based business?
how did you get started?
i was just on the radio talk show host, dr. laura website and she has a link their to home based businesses.
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Who cleans the KH?
by solo ini just had a flash back to when we used to have to clean the kh.
each group had to take it in turn to do the cleaning.. in our group we had a bunch of lazy b*****ds, so it was left to us kids and our dad to clean the kh, bogs, etc.
even my mum used to find some excuse to duck out.. so if meetings, door knocking, studying, praying wasn't enough we also had to spend a couple of hours cleaning every month or so.
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sandy
LOL at this topic . . . It reminds me I have picture of myself standing on stage standing at the podium pretending to give a talk. What was that about!!! LOL My sister took that picture of me one Saturday when we were their cleaning the KH.
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What Were You Doing When You Found Out about 9-11 5 Years Ago??
by mama1119 ineveryone has a story about what they were doing and the emotions that followed after the twin towers were hit...what is your story?
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I was at home just getting ready to get out of bed and turn on the news just as I do every morning before getting ready for work. I was living at home and my Dad came and knocked on my door and told me to turn on the t.v. I saw the second tower being hit by the plane. I had this deep empty feeling inside all day. But not once did I fear armageddon. This was the point in my life when I really started to stop ignoring my doubts about the org. I wondered why I was not so afraid of armageddon when all my family was.
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How many were raised as a witness, and are now Christian ?
by troubled mind ini was raised a witness and have not known anything else .
i go back and forth with myself on whether i even believe in god at all anymore .
i keep hoping that there is ....from a young age i had a strong desire to understand god .
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Not sure which other thread you are talking about . . . So I'll answer you here I do not go to church myself. And I too am not sure about the existance of God, at least the God of the bible. I do believe there is something out there bigger than us. I'm just not sure what it is. So I just live my life as honestly as possible, trying not to do anything that will harm anyone. Like you said I didn't feel that joy about "the truth" either. I prayed constantly for it and never felt it . . . Except when it comes to Jesus. I realize now that I always loved reading about Jesus. I loved the great teacher book, the sories about him in my book of bible stories, and then the greatest man that ever lived book. I LOVED going to the weekly book study meetings when we studied the greatest man book. That was about the only time in my life when my comments at meetings were heartfelt and more that what was printed on the page. The life of Jesus really touches me even though I am not sure if I believe in the bible.
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Dieting
by sandy ini heard this read on the dr. laura show the other day and thought it was great.
very funny and encouraging.
http://www.abqtrib.com/albq/fe_columnists/article/0,2564,albq_19842_4950744,00.html
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Ok, I tried once again to correct the formatting but it didn't work. I just loved this lady's writing, her sense of humor is great.
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Dieting
by sandy ini heard this read on the dr. laura show the other day and thought it was great.
very funny and encouraging.
http://www.abqtrib.com/albq/fe_columnists/article/0,2564,albq_19842_4950744,00.html
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It's time to say goodbye to the fat lady in the mirror By Lisa Abeyta Tribune Columnist August 28, 2006 She'll chronicle the ups and downs of dieting the second and fourth Fridays of the month. Contact her at Diet Diaries Read Lisa's blog I woke up this morning and found that some fat woman had invaded my body. I'm not sure how long she's been around, but from the size of her middle, I'd say she's been sneaking up on me for quite some time. I still picture myself much as I looked on my wedding day. Or how I looked when I sold fashion clothing to snobby women back before my children wreaked havoc on my stomach muscles. The larger sizes I have to buy at the store are a fluke, some sort of weird cosmic trial of my patience that I thought every woman faced. It is kind of like the final test to see if a woman is worthy of being a mother. But today that fat lady looked back at me and let me know she was here to stay. She wasn't going to melt away like some wallflower at a sweet sixteen dance. She was gearing up for a good long stay on my hips. She planned to eat her way through a few more desserts, a lot more Mexican food, and as many emotional upsets as I was willing to throw her way. She promised to help me cope with the loneliness of staying at home all day while the kids went off to school and my husband went off to be someone important behind a nice desk and fancy chair. That fat lady said she could even help me feel like a part of the working world every time I'd buy her a cafe mocha at Starbucks. There was talk of me tagging along with friends to try out the newest dining craze in town. And she even promised to try any recipe I was willing to develop. That chubby woman in the mirror was one persuasive talker. I almost fell for her promises, but then I looked at her chin and realized there was a second one growing right below the first. Now I don't remember a lot about anatomy class, but I recall that we grow another set of teeth, not another chin. She raised her arm to comb her hair, and I was horrified to see a small sag on the underneath side. Biceps bulge on top. Anything bulging on the bottom just doesn't belong. And her thighs. The horror. It would take the milk from several cows to make that much cottage cheese. Enough said. This fat woman in the mirror - I realized I've been avoiding her for years, scurrying by the reflection with my eyes averted as I headed to the shower. She deserves her privacy, after all. You shouldn't just stare at someone when they're in their birthday suit. It's rude. Now that I think about it, there are a couple people at my health club's locker room who haven't learned that lesson yet, but I certainly have. All these years, that woman in the mirror has had all the privacy she's needed. But this morning, I looked just a little too long. And when she started talking like that, letting me know she wasn't going to go easily, I knew it was time. She was a visitor who'd failed to see she'd worn out her welcome. She's been angry at me all day, dragging me into the pantry to parade me past all the goodies that she likes so well. Vanilla wafers almost fell off the shelf as she pulled me in. The cake mixes vied for attention, competing with the last fudge brownie mix. Even the stale chips looked attractive. I smiled politely at this fat woman trying to convince me not to make her leave. It's for the best, I tell her, hoping she'll understand. All day, she whined and complained. After a while it grated on my nerves. The telephone pierced an eardrum on the first ring. My boys' laughter sounded like fingernails on the chalkboard. And the dirt movers digging out the arroyo next to our home snapped my last link to sanity. It's almost evening now, and she sits sulking in the recliner. I can tell what she's thinking by the look on her face. Tomorrow will be better, she thinks. I'll tire of this silly diet by then. I'll take her to Whole Foods and just happen to go by the display of single-serve desserts, where she'll tempt me with the coconut cream cake. The vanilla cheesecake. Or maybe the flourless chocolate cake. The fat lady thinks I won't be able to resist that one. But I plan to win. She's made me grouchy now, and she'll pay. I'm not giving in that easy. The days are numbered for the fat lady in the mirror.
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Dieting
by sandy ini heard this read on the dr. laura show the other day and thought it was great.
very funny and encouraging.
http://www.abqtrib.com/albq/fe_columnists/article/0,2564,albq_19842_4950744,00.html
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Sorry, I tried to correct the formatting to make it easier to read. I'm not sure why I can't.
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Dieting
by sandy ini heard this read on the dr. laura show the other day and thought it was great.
very funny and encouraging.
http://www.abqtrib.com/albq/fe_columnists/article/0,2564,albq_19842_4950744,00.html
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I heard this read on the Dr. Laura Show the other day and thought it was great. Very funny and encouraging. http://www.abqtrib.com/albq/fe_columnists/article/0,2564,ALBQ_19842_4950744,00.html Diet Diaries: It's time to say goodbye to the fat lady in the mirror By Lisa Abeyta Tribune Columnist August 28, 2006 I woke up this morning and found that some fat woman had invaded my body. I'm not sure how long she's been around, but from the size of her middle, I'd say she's been sneaking up on me for quite some time. SMART BOX Abeyta is an Albuquerque writer and mother of three. She'll chronicle the ups and downs of dieting the second and fourth Fridays of the month. Contact her at Diet Diaries Read Lisa's blog I still picture myself much as I looked on my wedding day. Or how I looked when I sold fashion clothing to snobby women back before my children wreaked havoc on my stomach muscles. The larger sizes I have to buy at the store are a fluke, some sort of weird cosmic trial of my patience that I thought every woman faced. It is kind of like the final test to see if a woman is worthy of being a mother. But today that fat lady looked back at me and let me know she was here to stay. She wasn't going to melt away like some wallflower at a sweet sixteen dance. She was gearing up for a good long stay on my hips. She planned to eat her way through a few more desserts, a lot more Mexican food, and as many emotional upsets as I was willing to throw her way. She promised to help me cope with the loneliness of staying at home all day while the kids went off to school and my husband went off to be someone important behind a nice desk and fancy chair. That fat lady said she could even help me feel like a part of the working world every time I'd buy her a cafe mocha at Starbucks. There was talk of me tagging along with friends to try out the newest dining craze in town. And she even promised to try any recipe I was willing to develop. That chubby woman in the mirror was one persuasive talker. I almost fell for her promises, but then I looked at her chin and realized there was a second one growing right below the first. Now I don't remember a lot about anatomy class, but I recall that we grow another set of teeth, not another chin. She raised her arm to comb her hair, and I was horrified to see a small sag on the underneath side. Biceps bulge on top. Anything bulging on the bottom just doesn't belong. And her thighs. The horror. It would take the milk from several cows to make that much cottage cheese. Enough said. This fat woman in the mirror - I realized I've been avoiding her for years, scurrying by the reflection with my eyes averted as I headed to the shower. She deserves her privacy, after all. You shouldn't just stare at someone when they're in their birthday suit. It's rude. Now that I think about it, there are a couple people at my health club's locker room who haven't learned that lesson yet, but I certainly have. All these years, that woman in the mirror has had all the privacy she's needed. But this morning, I looked just a little too long. And when she started talking like that, letting me know she wasn't going to go easily, I knew it was time. She was a visitor who'd failed to see she'd worn out her welcome. She's been angry at me all day, dragging me into the pantry to parade me past all the goodies that she likes so well. Vanilla wafers almost fell off the shelf as she pulled me in. The cake mixes vied for attention, competing with the last fudge brownie mix. Even the stale chips looked attractive. I smiled politely at this fat woman trying to convince me not to make her leave. It's for the best, I tell her, hoping she'll understand. All day, she whined and complained. After a while it grated on my nerves. The telephone pierced an eardrum on the first ring. My boys' laughter sounded like fingernails on the chalkboard. And the dirt movers digging out the arroyo next to our home snapped my last link to sanity. It's almost evening now, and she sits sulking in the recliner. I can tell what she's thinking by the look on her face. Tomorrow will be better, she thinks. I'll tire of this silly diet by then. I'll take her to Whole Foods and just happen to go by the display of single-serve desserts, where she'll tempt me with the coconut cream cake. The vanilla cheesecake. Or maybe the flourless chocolate cake. The fat lady thinks I won't be able to resist that one. But I plan to win. She's made me grouchy now, and she'll pay. I'm not giving in that easy. The days are numbered for the fat lady in the mirror.
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The Wedding Pictures!
by Yizuman inhere it is folks!
the one you've been waiting for!
not all of the pics here, but our wedding pictures is here.
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Congratulations!!!
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Baby Suri
by sandy inok, i'm not a fan of tom cruise anymore b/c i think he is totally wacked out now and needs meds.
but did anyone see the pictures of their baby?
oh my god!
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sandy
I agree I think they do look really happy over the baby. Who in their right mind wouldn't be. Well, I'm not too sure Tom Cruise is in his right mind. LOL
But the baby is so adorable and sweet looking and she certainly looks like a happy baby.
But I couldn't help but get excited over that sweet little baby. It's actually all babies lately that get me excited and make me feel motherly.
So, I apologize for being rude and snapping at you.