The four horsemen are coming?!?!?,

I better get to Food Lion and get some more pies.

Happy Turkey Day All 

Semper Fi

The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the

I made the mistake of going to Wal Mart last night. Boy was it crowded. As I was checking out, a lady in front of me remarked how crowded it was. I told her yeah, you couldn't prove to me that we were in a recession. She must have been a disiple of The ONE because she never said another word.

YOU CAN KEEP "THE CHANGE" PALIN 2012

Have a happy, safe and stress-free Thanksgiving.

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I know a lot of people actually enjoy the "banter" of the liberal vs conservative during holiday get togethers, but for me it isn't a time to try to make a point or get someone to see your point of view.  It is a time to enjoy each others company (some of whom you won't see again until next year) so I plan to stay off the politics and stay on happy topics for this one day.  I won't disrespect the turkey by causing a food fight on HIS day. ;-)

I am thankful that 30 years ago I trusted in Jesus Christ as my Saviour. I became a widow when our son was just 10 weeks old. But do not feel bad. My husband was saved and now here I am 25 years later content that the Lord let me stay home and home school my son as we had committed to before my husband died. My son is saved as well.

The Lord provide all our needs.

I am grateful for my son's fiance and for her 11 year old daughter. I have become a Grandmother and love it.

I am grateful for America. Thank you to all my fellow NB fellow commentators and thank you to NB for a great website!

May you all have a great day tomorrow and remember what the real Thanksgiving is all about.

 Here's a little something fun for those who read this:

(it's just a little Thanksgiving puzzle)

http://www.alighthouse.com/flashgames/thanksgiving2008puzzle.html

I Timothy 6:8 And having food and raiment let us be therewith content. KJAV
 

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Here is another story that brought tears to my eyes regarding this special day...thought I would share it here too.

A Truckers Story about Thanksgiving

I try not to be biased, but I had my doubts about hiring Stevie. His placement counselor assured me that he would be a good, reliable busboy. But I had never had a mentally handicapped employee and wasn't sure I wanted one. I wasn't sure how my customers would react to Stevie. 

He was short, a little dumpy with the smooth facial features and thick-tongued speech of Downs Syndrome. I wasn't worried about most of my trucker customers because truckers don't generally care who buses tables as long as the meatloaf platter is good and the pies are homemade. 

The four-wheeler drivers were the ones who concerned me; the mouthy college kids traveling to school; the yuppie snobs who secretly polish their silverware with their napkins for fear of catching some dreaded 'truck stop germ' the pairs of white-shirted business men on expense accounts who think every truck stop waitress wants to be flirted with. I knew those people would be uncomfortable around Stevie so I closely watched him for the first few weeks. 

I shouldn't have worried. After the first week, Stevie had my staff wrapped around his stubby little finger, and within a month my truck regulars had adopted him as their official truck stop mascot. 

After that, I really didn't care what the rest of the customers' thought of him. He was like a 21-year-old in blue jeans and Nikes, eager to laugh and eager to please, but fierce in his attention to his duties. Every salt and pepper shaker was exactly in its place, not a breadcrumb or coffee spill was visible when Stevie got done with the table. Our only problem was persuading him to wait to clean a table until after the customers were finished. He would hover in the background, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, scanning the dining room until a table was empty. Then he would scurry to the empty table and carefully bus dishes and glasses onto his cart and meticulously wipe the table up with a practiced flourish of his rag. 

Over time, we learned that he lived with his mother, a widow who was disabled after repeated surgeries for cancer. They lived on their Social Security benefits in public housing two miles from the truck stop. Their social worker, who stopped to check on him every so often, admitted they had fallen between the cracks. Money was tight, and what I paid him was probably the difference between them being able to live together and Stevie being sent to a group home. That's why the restaurant was a gloomy place that morning last August, the first morning in three years that Stevie missed work. 

He was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester getting a new valve or something put in his heart. His social worker said that people with Downs  Syndrome often have heart problems at an early age so this wasn't unexpected, and there was a good chance he would come through the surgery in good shape and be back at work in a few months. 

A ripple of excitement ran through the staff later that morning when word came that he was out of surgery, in recovery, and doing fine. 

Frannie, the head waitress, let out a war hoop and did a little dance in the aisle when she heard the good news. 

Belle Ringer, one of our regular trucker customers, stared at the sight of this 50-year-old grandmother of four doing a victory shimmy beside his table. 

Frannie blushed, smoothed her apron and shot Belle Ringer a withering look. 

He grinned. 'OK, Frannie , what was that all about?' he asked. 

'We just got word that Stevie is out of surgery and going to be okay.' 

'I was wondering where he was. I had a new joke to tell him. What was the surgery about?' !

Frannie quickly told Belle Ringer and the other two drivers sitting at his booth about Stevie's surgery, then sighed: 'Yeah, I'm glad he is going to be OK,' she said. 'But I don't know how he and his Mom are going to handle all the bills. From what I hear, they're barely getting by as it is.' Belle Ringer nodded thoughtfully, and Frannie hurried off to wait on the rest of her tables. Since I hadn't had time to round up a busboy to replace Stevie and really didn't want to replace him, the girls were busing their own tables that day until we decided what to do. 

After the morning rush, Frannie walked into my office. She had a couple of paper napkins in her hand and a funny look on her face. 
'What's up?' I asked. 

'I didn't get that table where Belle Ringer and his friends were sitting cleared off after they left, and Pony Pete and Tony Tipper were sitting there when I got back to clean it off,' she said. 'This was folded and tucked under a coffee cup.' 

She handed the napkin to me, and three $20 bills fell onto my desk when I opened it. On the outside, in big, bold letters, was printed 'Something For Stevie'. 

'Pony Pete asked me what that was all about,' she said, 'so I told him about Stevie and his Mom and everything, and Pete looked at Tony and Tony looked at Pete, and they ended up giving me this.' She handed me another paper napkin that had 'Something For Stevie' scrawled on its outside. Two $50 bills were tucked within its folds. Frannie looked at me with wet, shiny eyes, shook her head and said simply: 'truckers.' 

That was three months ago. Today is Thanksgiving, the first day Stevie is supposed to be back to work. 

His placement counselor said he's been counting the days until the doctor said he could work, and it didn't matter at all that it was a holiday. He called 10 times in the past week, making sure we knew he was coming, fearful that we had forgotten   him or that his job was in jeopardy. I arranged to have his mother bring him to work. I then met them in the parking lot and invited them both to celebrate his day back. 

Stevie was thinner and paler, but couldn't stop grinning as he pushed through the doors and headed for the back room where his apron and busing cart were waiting. 

'Hold up there, Stevie, not so fast,' I said. I took him and his mother by their arms. 'Work can wait for a minute. To celebrate you coming back, breakfast for you and your mother is on me!' I led them toward a large corner booth at the rear of the room.  

I could feel and hear the rest of the staff following behind as we marched through the dining room. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw booth after booth of grinning truckers empty and join the procession. We stopped in front of the big table. Its surface was covered with coffee cups, saucers and dinner plates, all sitting slightly crooked on dozens of folded paper napkins. 'First thing you have to do, Stevie, is clean up this mess,' I said. I tried to sound stern. 

Stevie looked at me, and then at his mother, then pulled out one of the napkins. It had 'Something for Stevie' printed on the outside. As he picked it up, two $10 bills fell onto the table. 

Stevie stared at the money, then at all the napkins peeking from beneath the tableware, each with his name printed or scrawled on it. I turned to his mother. 'There's more than $10,000 in cash and checks on that table, all from truckers and trucking companies that heard about your problems. 'Happy Thanksgiving.' 

Well, it got real noisy about that time, with everybody hollering and shouting, and there were a few tears, as well. 

But you know what's funny? 
While everybody else was busy shaking hands and hugging each other, Stevie, with a big, big smile on his face, was busy clearing all the cups and dishes from the table. 

Best worker I ever hired. 

Plant a seed and watch it grow. 

"America isn't the problem...America is the solution." ~ Rush Limbaugh

I aint comming if their aint no sweet taters : ]

"Television is a freak show" Bernie Goldberg

You're right, the war is still going on world wide and will continue as long as there is at least one Islamist terrorist alive.

I pray that Hussein does not release the murdering terrorists in GITMO to join in the fight against us.

God bless you and yours especially on Thanksgiving.

Come on Shawn.   If the last 8 years has taught you anything, it's that a president can be bashed, ridiculed, hated, piloried, and blamed for everything and given credit for nothing.  We don't have to have a reason to hate and curse him,  and if something starts looking up, we will just move on to the next thing to blame him for. 

The far left has taught us well, and I am personally looking forward to being able to constantly bash and ridicule the President and not even have to have a  coherrent reason.  I think I'll start now.....

Obama = Hitler.     Impeach Obama NOW!      Find out what Obama knew about the stock market crash and when he knew it.  The great Chicago fire was an inside job....

There... I feel much better now.   That was fun.

When asked if he went to war with Iraq  to derail the impeachment vote:  “I don’t think any serious person would believe that any President would do such a thing." - President Clinton (Dec 1998).

Shawn,

The market was amazingly oversold last Thursday. What the Obama team did last Friday was very clever: with an hour to go before the close, on the day many options expire, they leaked the information about Geithner. This created a nice short squeeze, and produced a solid 500 point rally before a holiday-shortened week.

What we saw in the following three days was a continuation of such INCLUDING the bailout of Citicorp which he had NOTHING to do with. Do you think the HUGE rally in financial stocks this week had ANYTHING to do with the Citicorp bailout? Anything? And, do you think this bailout had ANYTHING to do with this week's rally? ANYTHING?

In the end, it's just four days, and just a bear market rally. Is it an impressive one? Sure. But not as impressive as what happened in 1933. Of course, the market did NOTHING but go sideways the next two years.

And, there was a VERY IMPRESSIVE four-day rally in 1932. That didn't lead to much either:

That all said, should the announcements Obama made this week be credited for some of this rally? Maybe. However, I think the Citicorp bailout, along with a more than 50 bp drop in mortgage rates -- signaling the possible thawing of the credit markets -- along with a tremendously oversold market had much more to do with it.

You asked.  ns

You can do it, we are all counting on you to bring her to the light by 2010. No pressure though

"Television is a freak show" Bernie Goldberg

You too R D. Are you excited for the Georgia Tech Georgia game this week?

Right back atcha' Dave!

Btw....be happy somebody loves you, even though she may not agree politically or see the right light as we think she should ...know what I mean?

I have a mom who rid herself of all of her kids except one...years ago, let alone what she did to us all physically/emotionally, along with my step-father is beyond despicable.

So count your blessings. 

"America isn't the problem...America is the solution." ~ Rush Limbaugh