Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Rant

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While waiting for Yoga to start at the YMCA, I was approached by a Haitian woman who asked me if I was waiting to vote. (The YMCA is also used as a Voting Precinct )This Haitian woman said they (meaning the Republican pollsters) said she could not vote and she didn't understand why.

I asked her if she was a citizen of the United States (she had already told me she was from the Dominican Republic) and she said yes. She said back in 2008 when she went to the Orlando Convention Center to be sworn in as a citizen of The United States, the five groups that were sworn in were surrounded by Democratic Party members afterwards and they were very insistant that she register as a Democrat and that she could use her phone to donate $5 to help Obama's campaign.

My blood pressure started to rise and I became livid! This really just pisses me off!

First I kindly explained to her that unless she is registered  as a Republican she could not vote tonight. I explained that this vote was only for Republicans to vote for a Republican candidate to run against Obama. Florida is also a  Closed Primary state.

Mean while, I asked her if  she had a voter's registration card. She said yes, they mailed one to her back in 2008 so she could vote for Obama but she doesn't want to vote for him again.

I asked her if she still had her Voter's Registration Card. She said no. She said she threw it away because it was only good for the year 2008.

Are you kidding me????

Are you feeling my anger yet?

I told her she should Google all the political parties to decide which party she felt most aligned with her own political beliefs and then she should go the court house and re-register to vote under the party of her choice.

And people wondered how Obama ever got elected as President of the United States.

Now you know.

I'm disgusted that people vote blindly for candidates.

What happened to this misinformed woman when she became a citizen of the United States is considered illegal persuasion.



~Pissed Off in Florida

Monday, January 30, 2012

Saturday Centus~The Message

This week Jenny Matlock has left us with a very creepy prompt offered up by our fellow Centusian Nonna Beach of Tasty Tales

We are back to the usual 100 word limit plus the eight words that make up this week's prompt: We know where all the bodies are buried. Creepy huh?

now on to my contribution .....
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An old man in a pick-up slowed to a stop.
“Going to Mayesville?” Zeke asked.
The old man thumbed to get in.
He hopped on the tailgate, the truck slowly pulled away.
The old man stopped at the Dig Inn Diner /Motel.
Zeke hopped off.
The parking lot was empty.
He turned to say thanks but the old man was gone.
$49 later Zeke punched on the A/C, tossed his duffle bag, and rushed to take a leak.
He turned to wash his hands and froze.
The bloody message We know where all the bodies are buried  ran down the mirror as a chill ran up his spine.

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Would you stay there? I wouldn't.

Are you curious? Then stop by Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent) for some answers. You can click on this link to get there: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/search/label/Saturday%20Centus


Thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Saturday, January 28, 2012

My Take ~One For The Money


I thoroughly enjoyed this movie!

A must see if you are a Janet Evanovich fan, which I am! J

The movie is based on Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum Series. The movie is considered a comedy /suspense /thriller but it was just plain hilarious!

Katherine Heigl plays the perfect Stephanie Plum. She is the ditsy sexy ex~ lingerie sales clerk trying to make money as a Bail Bond recovery agent in “The Burg” of New Jersey. Katherine Heigl is to Stephanie Plum what Med Ryan was to Kathleen Kelly in You’ve Got Mail!

Jason O'Mara plays the sexy cop Joe Morelli. I didn’t recall ever seeing him in anything else prior to this movie until I Googled him. He has played in numerous shows that I watch from time to time (CSI, Criminal Minds, The Closer, and Grey’s Anatomy to name a few). I just never put his face to a name. Regardless, he’s got a baby face sexiness about him and you can cut the sexual tension between Plum and Morelli with a knife. The chemistry between the two characters works well.

Daniel Sunjata, (Grey’s Anatomy) plays the handsome mysterious bounty hunter, Ranger…..well he was just grrrrrrlllll yeh baby! He is one lean sexy testosterone exuding man!

Sherri Shepherd (The View) plays the lovable colorful buxom hooker Lulu.

Debbie Reynolds plays Grandma Mazur. I love Debbie Reynolds but since I have been reading the series, I have pictured Grandma Mazur as the character Yeta Rosenburg (from the Nanny).

If you have never read a Janet Evanovich book, rush out to your local library and start with “One for the Money.”  Evanovich has 18 books in the Stephanie Plum series and each and every one will make you laugh out loud with every escapade of every zany character in each book. You won’t be sorry you read them.

I would definitely say this is a “Chick Flick” movie. Sorry guys!

The only thing I did not like about this movie was the Cinematography. While the movie characters and plot was great, the filming quality was that of a “B” grade movie. Perhaps the series will take off and the next movie will be filmed with a higher quality camera.

Oh just Go and See It!

Let me know what you think about it. ~Ames



It’s a bird! It’s plane! It’s…….

Last night we stepped outside to let the girl’s (AKA our dogs) take their final “Snoop and Poop” before bedtime.
Living across the river from Kennedy Space Center, we are used to strange things in the sky.

Rockets leaving awesome contrails across the horizon.

 





Weather balloons shaped like U.F.O.’s tethered down by the river.



Shuttles arriving

Shuttles Launching …

Shuttles Landing..…


Shuttle and rocket explosions……they call those anomaly's.


Air Force jets chasing strange ghost like U.F.O.’s with cloaking capabilities.

((((Screeeeeeeech!!))))

What the heck was that????

We watched two Air Force jets trying to intercept something that closely resembled the shape of this craft….somewhat…ummm maybe with a longer neck and more ghost like…and completely quiet.


No, I was not drunk.

No, it was not my medication.

No, I wasn’t sleep walking.

No, I wasn't dreaming.

Yes, I had my glasses on.

Got anymore questions?

Hummmm?

The Mullet was jumping….
Maybe they came for the fish.
~Ames

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Alphabe~Thursday "J" is for......



“JAM UP AND JELLY TIGHT”

What does that mean???????
 
Tommy Roe sang this hit song back in 1969.  He also sang “Dizzy” and was considered a “Bubblegum” artist in the late 60’s. Bubblegum  Ha ha! I haven’t heard that phrase in a long time.

But, this song was considered questionable and ahead of the times in the late 60’s and early 70’s.

Why?

Some people are still asking what does the phrase “Jam Up And Jelly Tight” mean?

Some believe it had sexual undertones.

Some believe it mean't “Well done!” or “Alright!”

According to Tommy, it was something his dad said when things were going well.

Jam up and jelly tight
My, my, my baby
Now you're outta sight
Jam up and jelly tight
You look a little naughty
But you're so polite
Jam up and jelly tight
You won't say you will but
There's a chance that you might

I said the first day I met you
Someday I'm gonna pet you
Now you're here and baby I love it
So come on and give me some lovin
Jam up and jelly tight
Jam up and jelly tight

You've got a sweet disposition
So come on and give me permission
For one kiss and maybe another
You'll see we were meant for each other
Jam up and jelly tight
Jam up and jelly tight

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Well alrighty then……. Do you think this was a risqué song of the times?

Don’t forget to stop by Jenny Matlock’s blog (off on my tangent) there’s a whole lot of “J’s” going on over there. You can get there by clicking on this link:  http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/alphabe-thursday-letter-j.html

Thanks for stopping by!~Ames






Tuesday, January 24, 2012

My Take~ War Horse


My dear husband is pretty picky these days when it comes to sitting two hours and fifty minutes in a movie theatre. But he said he really wanted to see War Horse.

 I hesitated to see it because it was about war.

Well right off let me say if you’re going….bring tissues!!

I can’t remember the last time my face twisted up and the tears and snot flowed like rain over a movie!

There were only three people in the theatre (we went to the late show Sunday night) and I was the one with red swollen nose, and puffy red eyes.

I’m very sensitive when it comes to the special bond between man/woman and animals. If you are an animal lover then you know what I am talking about.

Most people don't believe that animals are intellegent or have a soul. Well I do. This film shows that animals are sensitive, they feel pain, they show affection and they can remember.

I love horses. They are such beautiful creatures! And seeing them in distress, well it distresses me and my husband.

My husband and I change the TV channel when we hear Sarah McLaughlin start to sing “In the Arms of an Angel.” It tears us both up. We can’t stand to see any animal abused. And this brings me back to the movie.

For the life of me I couldn’t understand why he would want to sit through War Horse, knowing him like I do.

Would I recommend you see War Horse?

Absolutely!

The end was the best part!

~Ames

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Saturday Centus #88~ The Secret~Epilogue

Welcome to Saturday Centus. This week Jenny Matlock has allowed us to write an epilogue to finish off the two part story from Week #88 dated January 7th. If you want to get up to speed with the story, I have listed both parts below.



~~Epilogue~~


 Midge looked down at her new baby, surrounded by her husband and best friends., she knew she had done the right thing. Both Ken and Barbie were destined to be together.
Barbie, being the stubborn diva that she was, couldn’t understand why Ken wanted to change careers and become a Pediatrician.

 After all, Barbie was already a Pediatrician and had delivered both Ryan and Nikki. Barbie let it be known that Ken couldn’t deliver a bag of groceries let alone a baby.  It was the last straw for Ken.



Ken told Barbie he needed time apart and the friendship between both couples became strained. 

 Midge thought if she had Ken deliver her baby, Barbie would see what a wonderful Pediatrician he was. It worked too. Bringing a new life into the world has a way of changing hearts.


Please stop by Jenny Matlock's blog (off on my tangent). Check out other offerings by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-centus-mea-culpa-and-another.html

Thanks for stopping by! I hope it's back to the mundane next Saturday. :) ~Ames

Friday, January 20, 2012

Can an old dog learn a new trick?



For about 10 of the 25 years I worked, it was alongside a wonderful man I shall call Hector.

Only Hector is not his real name.

Just sayin’

Well not everyone could work with Hector. They couldn’t understand what he was saying.

You see, Hector had a speech impediment. And he was Hispanic.

The rrrrrr’s just rolled out of his mouth.

I was the only person that understood Hector. To me it wasn’t hard; I just focused on every word he said.

He talked to himself a lot. Every time he was frustrated he would say the  “Sh*t” word.

I said “Hector, you’ve got to stop saying that. Someone will hear you and take offense.”

He would say “I dough not know how to stop saying the
 “Sh*t” word.”

I said “Think of something else to say in place of “Sh*t or I will charge you a quarter for each time you say “Sh*t” and we’ll buy ice cream with the money and you won’t get any!”

He looked at me with confusion. I could tell he was thinking. I could tell he was searching for the appropriate word.

From then on, Hector would drop something and we would hear him say “Shoes!”
Photo courtesy of BenettonTalk

“Shoes this and shoes that!”

The years flew by and one day I showed up at Hector’s (not his real name) retirement party. He approached me with his wife, gave me a big hug and told me in his thick Hispanic accent,

“I just wanted you to know, I dough not ever say the word “Sh*t” or “Shoes” anymore.

“That’s fantastic Hector. How did you stop?” I asked.

“Yolanda (not her real name) charges me a whole dollar if I say the word “Shoes.” She said she is sick and tired of hearing it. And she took all my money.”

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Well I guess you can teach an old dog a new trick. ~Ames


Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Alphabe~Thursday Letter "I" is for Incognito


Welcome to Alphabe~Thursday Letter “I”
“I” is for incognito.
Incognito- Concealing one’s identity.


Butch is incognito, to avoid the dog catcher.
If you see Butch, act like you don’t know him.



Jenny Matlock (off on my tangent) is hosting some crazy stuff on the Letter "I" Click here to check her out: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/alphabe-thursday-letter-i.html

Thanks for stopping by!~Ames

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Saturday Centus #88 Part 2~The Secret

It's here! The conclusion of The Secret. If you haven't already read Part 1 you can click here to catch up: http://rivahchick.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-centus-88hanging-off-cliff.html

You know, there are always two sides to every story. Best thing is to know both sides before one jumps to the wrong conclusion.

and now on to Part 2 of The Secret.......

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…didn’t tell her I was secretly going to Ken’s office.

“Ken said we can be discreet until we know about the sex. I just hope Allan will be as excited about the new baby as I am. Barbie and Ken will be perfect God Parents.  And Ken’s an awesome Pediatrician.”

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There. Were you thinking the worst of dear old Midge? Shame, shame shame. Midge and Barbie were the dolls of my youth. They were good wholesome fun for little girls in the 50's and 60's. Our mother's took pride in sewing new stylish outfits for our dolls and we often played in groups and traded their clothes back and forth. Oh the wardobes and accessories they had were so stylish and groovy.

I kept Midge until my own daughter was old enough to play with her. Too bad she traded Midge's head, with her perfectly styled shoulder length red hair in a flip, for a blonde non-Mattel doll head. Oh well. Once you give something to someone it is their's to do with as they please. No sense crying over spilled milk. Right? Too bad though. She probably  would have been worth a pretty penny  by now.
Well there you have it. I must say Jenny messed with my story by limiting the conclusion to just 50 words, but (( Ha Ha)) I pulled it off anyway!
Why don't you read the conclusions of other Centusians stories today. If blogger isn't being too tempermental. Pop on over to Jenny Matlock's  blog (off on my tangent) You can get there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-centus-hanging-off-cliff.html
Thanks for stopping by my blog!~Ames

Friday, January 13, 2012

Help! Something is Wrong with Blogger!!


I don't know about you, but I can't seem to visit other blogs or even leave comments today. All I get is a blank page.

(((Help!)))

What the heck?

I was behind on my reading.

Now I'm even further behind!!

I know some of my other bloggy pals have been having the same issues and have emailed me.

Does anyone have a fix for this??

~Ames

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Do you own things? Or do they own you?


My mom saved all her cards, newspaper clippings, recipes, old envelopes with addresses of people that were probably dead and gone, not to mention old receipts from the utility companies that dated back 40 years ago.

When mom died, we were left with the big mess of tossing out the little bits and pieces of her life. As cruel as that sounds, it almost turned me into a horder. I started asking myself "Why did she save this or that? These must have been important to her." And then I started a pile of these bits and pieces to keep.
Whoaaaaa Nellie!!

My thoughts are do you own things? Or do they own you?
I purge everyday.

Rule of thumb:
1.) If I haven't worn it or it's not seen the light of day for 1 year...donate it.




2.) Everytime something new comes in the house something has to leave. Or else you end up with a ton of crap and then your closets start filling up.

3.) Donate, Donate, Donate and take the tax write-off. Having a garage sale is a pain in the keester. My tax man says you can claim more per item donated on your taxes than what you are practically giving it away for a  garage sale. After earning $68 for a week's worth of setting up for our semi-annual neighborhood garage sale, I decided it was no longer worth my time. Time = money.

4.) Divide and Conquer. Spread the love. Who died and made me keeper of all the family photo's that no one wants to deal with? I have 3 sisters. They think because I am retired that I have all the time in the world to scan the family pictures onto CD's and send them each a nice compact CD of old family photo's. As a matter of fact, the last visit I had from my oldest sister I sat down with her and asked her the names of all the dead people. I scanned the one's I wanted to keep and then I divided up the photos and mailed them to each sister. Let them scan their own CD's. Ha!

5.) I set an empty bin on top of my dryer and anything that is going to be donated gets tossed in the bin daily. You would be surprised how fast that bin fills up. I go weekly to the thrift stores to donate.

6.) I also buy stuff from those same thrift stores only now when I'm there I really have to decide "Do I just want this? Or do I really need this?" Helps to keep me in line.

7.) Everytime someone in my family dies or moves away, suddenly everyone thinks my house is cheaper than renting a U haul or a warehouse. Well it is but not anymore! I box things up and mail them out to my family members. That will be $36.78 sister dear. They start to figure the u haul or warehouse would have been cheaper after they sign for the second, third or even fourth box.

8.) Which brings me back to getting rid of the clutter. Well don't let it in your house in the first place! When the mail comes, I stand right over the paper shredder and discard the junk mail. Then I recycle the shreaded paper in the mega bin the city has provided for each household on our street. Mine is usually filled to the brim.

I don't want to leave behind a mess for my daughter to toil over. So I pretty much stick to my plan.
Wahlaaaaaaah!!!
((The heavenly angels are singing here)))
This house is clean.
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Got any tips? Want to share them?
~Ames



Alphabe~Thursday “H” is for Hair

This is not me. But it could have been me.
I’m here to tell you that I was born with two heads of hair.


No kidding.

Beauty Shops hate to see me come in for a shampoo and a blowout. It grows twice the speed of everyone else’s hair and it takes twice as long to blow it dry.

They all think they should charge me double but I’m such a good tipper that they better not even try or I won’t come back.

So anyway where I was going with this was…………

Oh yes. Now I remember …..hair.

My niece Toni was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia when she was two. By five she was deemed clean. A few years after that she was diagnosed with a different leukemia called chronic lymphocytic leukemia. I hope I didn’t get those backwards. It’s been 17 years ago. She eventually had a bone marrow transplant and was deemed clean again only to die at the age of thirteen from chickenpox going to her brain. She had no immune system.

She was the most wonderful child any parent, grandparent, aunt or uncle could have asked for. And she was such a loving sister. She didn’t ask for much in her short life.

She wanted to be a teenager. Check!

She wanted to drive a car. Check!

She wanted to be engaged. Check!

She wanted hair. Check! Check!

Thanks to many generous people that donate their hair, children and adults can have their dignity back.

Because of our little Toni, I have grown and cut, grown and cut, grown and cut my hair to donate. I have two heads of hair remember!

Well I am no spring chicken but I am no old hen either. I wonder if they will take gray hair.

See, I never dye or bleach my hair. They won’t take processed hair that has been bleached.

Maybe I’ll try one more time.

For Toni.

If you think this is something you might care to try, there are plenty of organizations to send your hair to.

Locks of Love are who I use. You can Google one in your area.

Shed some hair and spread some Joy!

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Thanks for stopping by. I hear there’s some awesome topics on the letter “H” over at Jenny Matlock’s blog (off on my tangent). You can get there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/alphabe-thursday-letter-h.html
Thanks for stopping by!~Ames♥

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Saturday Centus #88~The Secret

Hi all. I'm back for Centus this week and I think Jenny picked a strange one. But I'm up for the challenge. I needed a push to jump start my writing again, just not off a cliff.

The prompt this week is: "Hanging off a cliff " and the word count is 104 total.

Here's my take......

The Secret



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Already struggling with her marriage, Midge Sherwood couldn’t tell Barbie, let alone Allan. Barbie would surely put two and two together and figure things out. She was good at that, always knowing Midges business, and that would push Midge's marriage to the edge.



“What to do, what to do?” Midge felt like she was at the end of her rope, hanging off a cliff!


“Some Happy Family I’ve created.” It was hard enough on Allan to make ends meet after Ryan and Nikki came along.


“Now I’ll lose my job at Wal-Mart and Barbie won’t speak to me when she finds out that I”…….

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Stay tuned next week for this cliff hanger. Please stop by Jenny Matlock's bog (off on my tangent) and see how many Centusians went over the cliff. You can get there by clicking on this link:

Until next week~Ames

Friday, January 6, 2012

Alphabe~Thursday "G"

I’m very late this week on posting, meeting appointments out of town and all. So I’m going to squeeze this in even if I didn’t meet the deadline.


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“G”


“G” is for the Girl I left behind after I became a wife.




“G” is for the Gift of life; my little girl I gave birth to and then became her mother.




“G” is for Grandma, what I have become and have embraced.




“G” is for Geriatric, what I feel like after babysitting grandchildren.


“G” is for gratitude: giving thanks for all the blessings in my life.





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Check out what others have to say about the letter “G” by stopping by Jenny Matlock’s blog (off on my tangent) and you can get there by clicking on this link:
http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2012/01/alphabe-thursdays-letter-g.html




Thanks for stopping by! ~Ames





Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Arrrgh! What a day.......

After babysitting my screaming  darling 9 month old granddaughter, who wasn’t interested in taking a nap, I left the strung out and wired for sound darling child with her dada and rushed home to cover my landscaping.
It is expected to freeze tonight.
Okay Okay...so it doesn’t snow like that here in Florida.
But, after replacing the plants from last year’s freeze ($$$$) I didn’t want to take a chance on losing the new plants to the elements again. Burrrr!!!
You know….I am a native Floridian… and I am just not used to such cold temperatures. Burrrr!!!!

In other words I have very thin blood! Burrrr (Burrrrrrr)



Well,….once that was all taken care of I poured myself a glass of much needed diet root beer.....

(now don’t tell me that you never drink a cold brewsky in cold weather)

…well, anyway I tried to open my office door while juggling a stack of mail and my glass of diet root beer, and dropped the beer (root). Arrrrgh!!!!!

(((Root beer flew everywhere! )))  :(

I am talking carpet, wood floor and walls, jammies and my toasty warm socks!

So here I am, 9:30 at night, shampooing carpet, mopping floors, washing walls and starting a load of wash and my hubby tells me the heater element in the dryer is shot.
Grrrreatt!! :(

I think I’ll go on to bed now before anything else happens


~Ames

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Five Finger Prayer


Do you say prayers daily?

Do you pray a certain way?

Or do you just have conversations with God?

Sometimes I pray several times a day, at random, about things that pop into my head. 

Mostly I just talk to God as though he were sitting across the room from me.

Well, I don't talk out loud or use hand gestures or anything like that or my other half would think I am slipping gears.

Sometimes I wonder if I even really know how to pray.

Does anyone out there ever feel that way too?

Or is it just me?


One Sunday I was watching  a program on TV and low and behold there was the retired pastor from  a Baptist church in my small town.

And he was talking about how to pray.

Well my ears perked open and I watched and listened as he explained how to pray.

He prayed this way every morning before he started his day.

He said it made him feel good because he could go on about his day  knowing that God was taking care of those he loved and worried over.

I think I will hang this on the wall above my desk so I can see it every morning.

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The Five Finger Prayer






1. Our thumb is nearest you. So begin your prayers by praying for those closest to you. They are the easiest to remember. To pray for our loved ones is, as C.S. Lewis once said, a "sweet duty."


2. The index finger is our pointing finger. Pray for those who teach, instruct and heal. This includes parents, teachers, doctors, and ministers. They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the right direction. Keep them in your prayers.


3. The middle finger is our tallest finger. It reminds us of our leaders. Pray for the president, no matter how you voted, leaders in business and industry, and administrators. These people shape our nation and guide public opinion. They need God's guidance.

 4. The next finger is our ring finger. Surprising to many is the fact that this is our weakest finger, as any piano teacher will testify. It should remind us to pray for those who are weak, ill, in trouble, depressed, abused, confused, misunderstood, in pain, or lonely. They need your prayers day and night. You cannot pray too much for them.

5. And lastly comes our pinkie - the smallest finger of all, which is where we should place ourselves in relation to God and others. As the Bible says, "The least shall be the greatest among you." Your pinkie should remind you to pray for yourself. By the time you have prayed for the other four groups, your own needs will be put into better perspective, and you will be able to pray for your own needs, roles, and goals more effectively.


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Feel free to share this with everyone you know.

Because prayers really do work miracles.

~Ames