You are in your car driving home. Thoughts wander to the game you want to
see or meal you want to eat, when suddenly a sound unlike any you've ever
heard fills the air. The sound is high above you. A trumpet? A choir? A
choir of trumpets? You don't know, but you want to know.

So you pull over, get out of your car, and look up. As you do, you see you
aren't the only curious one. The roadside has become a parking lot. Car
doors are open, and people are staring at the sky. Shoppers are racing out
of the grocery store. The Little League baseball game across the street has
come to a halt. Players and parents are searching the clouds. And what they
see, and what you see, has never before been seen.

As if the sky were a curtain, the drapes of the atmosphere part. A brilliant
light spills onto the earth. There are no shadows. None. From whence came
the light begins to tumble a river of color spiking crystals of every hue
ever seen and a million more never seen. Riding on the flow is an endless
fleet of angels. They pass through the curtains one myriad at a time, until
they occupy every square inch of the sky.

North.
South
East.
West.

Thousands of silvery wings rise and fall in unison, and over the sound of
the trumpets, you can hear the cherubim and seraphim chanting, Holy, holy,
holy. The final flank of angels is followed by twenty-four silver-bearded
elders and a multitude of souls who join the angels in worship.

Presently the movement stops and the trumpets are silent, leaving only the
triumphant triplet: Holy, holy, holy. Between each word is a pause. With
each word, a profound reverence. You hear your voice join in the chorus. You
don't know why you say the words, but you know you must. Suddenly, the
heavens are quiet. All is quiet. The angel's turn, you turn, the entire
world turns and there He is. Jesus.

Through waves of light you see the silhouetted figure of Christ the King.

He is atop a great stallion, and the stallion is atop a billowing cloud. He
opens his mouth, and you are surrounded by his declaration:

I am the Alpha and the Omega.

The angels bow their heads. The elders remove their crowns. And before you
is a Figure so consuming that you know, instantly you know: Nothing else
matters. Forget stock markets and school reports. Sales meetings and
football games. Nothing is newsworthy..... All that mattered, matters no
more....for Christ has come.

Please let me know the exact time you read this. It is mystical--honest.

This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, he saw me, and he
asked: My child, what is your greatest wish for today?

I responded: "Lord please; take care of the person who is reading this
message, his/her family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love
them very much."

The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its beginnings but Not its
end.

This message works on the day you receive it.

To some it may sound dumb, but the person who sent this to me was impressed
with its timing. Let us see if it is true.

ANGELS EXIST, but sometimes, since they don't all have wings we call them
FRIENDS, SUCH AS YOU.

Pass this on to your true friends. SOMETHING GOOD WILL HAPPEN TO YOU TODAY.
SOMETHING THAT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING TO
HEAR.

THIS IS NOT A JOKE; SOMEONE WILL CALL YOU BY PHONE OR WILL SPEAK TO YOU
ABOUT SOMETHING THAT YOU WERE WAITING TO HEAR. DO NOT BREAK THIS CHAIN. SEND
IT TO A MINIMUM OF 4 PEOPLE.

Put the Date and Time in the "Subject" area of when you read it.

The time is coming..

Gloria

Amen!!

Yesterday, my youngest daughter, Halle , who is 4, was rushed to the emergency room by her father for being severely lethargic and incoherent. He was called to her school by the school secretary for being "very VERY sick."

He told me that when he arrived, Halle was barely sitting in the chair. She couldn't hold her own head up and when he looked into her eyes, she couldn't focus them.
He immediately scooped her up and rushed her to the ER, and then called me.
When we got there, they ran blood test after blood test and did x-rays, every test imaginable. Her white blood cell count was normal, nothing was out of the ordinary. The ER doctor told us that he had done everything that he could do so he was sending her to Saint Francis for further tests.
Right when we were leaving in the ambulance, her teacher came to the ER and, after questioning Halle 's classmates, we found out that she had licked hand sanitizer off her hand.

Hand sanitizer, of all things.

But it makes sense. These days they have all kinds of different scents and when you have a curious child, they are going to put all kinds of things into their mouths.
When we arrived at Saint Francis, we told the ER doctor there to check her blood alcohol level, and yes we did get weird looks, but they did it. The results showed her blood alcohol level was 85% -- six hours after we first took her. There's no telling what it would have been if we would have requested it at the first ER.
Since then, her school and a few surrounding schools have taken this out of the classrooms of all the lower grade classes, but what's to stop middle and high schoolers from ingesting the stuff?

After doing research on the internet, we have found out that it only takes 3 squirts of the stuff to be fatal in a toddler. For her blood alcohol level to be so high was to compare someone her size to drinking something 120 proof. So please PLEASE don't disregard this because I don't ever want anyone else to go through what my family and I have gone through.
Please send this to everyone you know who has children or are going to be having children. It doesn't matter what age

Well I fell off the smoking wagon big time.. BAck to smoking once again..Tomorrow is a new day. I will try again....
The stag and doe for my daughter Tammy and her hubby to be Murray went very well.THey made some money to put towards their wedding. WHich is what they were suspose to do. We had fun. And since neither my hubby or I drink I had alot of fun watching people get drunk and act stupid It was better than watching TV sittin at home...No one got hurt and no one drove home drunk and thats the main thing...
We had at least 6 D.D's in place..
THe music was really good as well
I am going to be going into Tammys a few days each week until the 23 rd of June to help her pack as she is moving up to NOrth Bay,Ontario for the next 2 yrs to do her residency.ANd hubby got tractor-trailer from his work to move her..
Ok other than the stuff above all is well up here in Ontario...'
Have a great week and above all stay safe out there folks....

Gloria

Please join us in remembering a great icon of the entertainment
community. The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast
infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the CaliforniaRaisins, Betty Crocker,
and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business , but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions.

Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.


Gloria

HAve a GREAT WEEK END FOLKS !!!!!!

> > A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man
> > was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to
> > him that he was dead.
> >
> > He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside
> > him had been dead for years. He wondered where the
> > road was leading them.
> >
> > After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall
> > along one side of the road. It looked like fine
> > marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a
> > tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.
> >
> > When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent
> > gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and
> > the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
> > He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as He got closer, he saw
> > a man at a desk to one side.
> >>
> > When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me,
> > where are we?"
> >
> > "This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
> >
> > "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man
> > asked.
> >
> > "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought
> > right up."
> >
> > The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
> >
> > "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in,
> > too?" the traveler asked.
> >
> > "I'm sorry; sir, but we don't accept pets."
> >
> > The man thought a moment and then turned back toward
> > the road and continued the way he had been going with
> > his dog.
> >
> > After another long walk, and at the top of another
> > long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a
> > farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed.
> > There was no fence.
> >
> > As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside,
> > leaning against a tree and reading a book.
> >
> > "Excuse me!" he called to the man. "Do you have any
> > water?"
> >
> > "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in."
> >
> > "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to
> > the dog.
> >
> > "There should be a bowl by the pump."
> >
> > They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was
> > an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it.
> >
> > The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long
> > drink himself, and then he gave some to the dog.
> >
> > When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward
> > the man who was standing by the tree.
> >
> > "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked.
> >
> > "This is Heaven," he answered.
> >
> > "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man
> > down the road said that was Heaven, too."
> >
> > "Oh, you mean the place with the Gold Street and
> > pearly gates? Nope. That's hell."
> >
> > "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name
> > like that?"
> >
> > "No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks
> > who would leave their best friends behind."
> >
> > Soooo...Sometimes, we wonder why friends keep
> > forwarding jokes to us without writing a word.
> >
> > Maybe this will explain.
> >
> > When you are very busy, but still want to keep in
> > touch, guess what you do? You forward jokes.
> >
> > When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact, you
> > forward jokes.
> >
> > When you have something to say, but don't know what,
> > and don't know how, you forward jokes.
> >
> > Also to let you know that you are still remembered,
> > you are still important, you are still friends, you
> > are still cared for, guess what you get?
> >
> > A forwarded joke.
> >
> > So, next time if you get a joke, don't think that
> > you've been sent just another forwarded joke, but that you've been
> > thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer
> > wanted to send you a smile.
> >
> > You are all welcome @ my water bowl anytime



HAve a really wonderful week end everyone

Gloria