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Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Inside/Out Dad Facilitator Training
Hand signal to thank the military
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
Angola Kairo #49 Part 3
I was finally able to take a little break after running to the dollar store for a request my husband made before he left for the prison that morning. I also picked up some snacks as it was too hot outside for me to eat heavy meals. I had a few letters to finish writing and since I'd gone in late the night before I wanted to take a nap but that was not possible. It felt better just to get off my feet for a bit, pray, rest and watch a little TV.
My table at Agape Central was a mess. It gets that way when things get really busy. I tried to straighten it out because when the guys came in from the prison, it was going to get hairy since the names would be arriving at the same time. I was not very comfortable with that because it is last-minute stuff. Cyndi had been up to the prison and back. It was too hot for her to stay up there with her legs bothering her and she needed to finish her letters, too.
Each team member writes forty-five letters to the resident candidates for the workshop. We're supposed to start writing about six weeks in advance and bring the same pen we started with. That way when we have the names of the candidates we can fill in their names with the same pen. We usually have forty-two participants but in case something happens we write forty-five as a cushion. One leader for an earlier team allowed forty-six inmates to participate. He didn't realize what that does when preparing food and agape. I asked that that not be allowed again. Besides that, it throws off the sponsor/sponsoree system and they table families. There's suposed to be seven table families made of about two or three of our volunteers and six inmate residents. I don't know how any extra will sit comfortably at a table meant for nine. I bring forty-three paper bags with handles for the agape bags and those who get Sunday school classes of kids to make sets of 42--well, it throws that off too. The local Fred's and Dollar General don't have the same kind of bags so I had to buy a shiny party bag that didn't match the rest. Since there were not enough volunteers, chairs and two tables were eliminated from this workshop rather than added.
There were going to be only five tables instead of seven. That is easier to deal with, however, it is nice to be prepared for that at least a week before the weekend. The head cook orders the food in advance and she had too much food. She said if she'd known she would have called to restaurant supplies and asked them to cut back on some of her order. I was happy to see my mother and daughter come up to help fill the bags.
The ladies from the kitchen came in to set up the food while the leader and observing leader came in with a list of inmates names. It was a scratch list because they had to cut the participants. Then some alternates took the place of others. The names were not in alphabetical order. This was going to be a mess. To emphasize the mess, one of the men who had finished addressing his letters, came over to agape central to ask, "So can you tell me when you will have the names on the agape bags?" I wanted to kick someone or something really hard.
It was not easy using a label maker to print out the thirty-two names for the name cards on each bag. It was a painfully slow process. The list was a scratch list so it was marked up and not in alphabetical order. There is a lot to be said for delegating jobs beforehand! My temp was rising. I had to get into prayer mode when I could rest and think about things past my headache and aching legs and feet. I'm certain I'd already said some things and had the facial expression I would not have had if I'd not been so tired.
But they got done and all the guys had their letters in the bags, including the one who asked me if I had his paper for him to write his letters that very evening AND if I had some envelopes for him. Ok, Kathy, breathe and do not explode. Jesus, stay with me and Satan get behind me!
I had one more set of bookmarks that the printer recognized but they would have to wait until morning. So the next morning, my husband was not waking me too early. He wanted me to get more sleep. Although he was not aware of everything I had to do, he was not enjoying the organizational style. His PTSD is not comfortable with change nor what he perceives as disorganization.
I was happy to be able to sleep a bit later and had told Cyndi that I wasn't coming into the conference room until 9:00am. She was happy about that, too. With two or three of us (we had been expecting Carolyn to come and help) it wouldn't take more than an forty minutes to organize the bags by table families, seal them and put them in garbage bags by table families.
BUT at 8:30 the next morning Cyndi called and said Carol had gone up to the prison to go to the kitchen with the other ladies and she'd left her driver's license at the hotel. She'd called Cyndi to bring it to her. One cannot enter the prison without ID. It wouldn't make sense for Cyndi to take a twenty-mile trip just to turn around and come back to help me. It made more sense for her to go on into the kitchen early. That threw off my schedule for bagging up the agape bags if they were to be in the prison for 10:00am with just one person getting them together rather than three.
My head was pounding as I left the hotel for the prison with the bags in my car. I was about thirty minutes behind my usual schedule. By the time I got to the gate their was everyone and their mama at the check in station. Visitors were piled up in their. I waited in one line for a security officer to tell me that I didn't have to wait in the visitor's line since I was not riding the bus and going to join the Kairos ladies at the culinary school. That put me back about thirty more minutes. I got to the culinary school at the main prison complex by 11:00. I breathed a sigh when I saw that the runners' truck had not left. Matt, one of the runners put the bags on the back of the truck for me.
I all but collapsed into a chair in the eating area.
After I rested a bit, I stayed to have lunch with the ladies and the two inmates that serve in the culinary school kitchen. Then we played a couple of games of spoons. One of the ladies gave me a couple of Tylenol to help me make it back to the hotel where I could rest.
My table at Agape Central was a mess. It gets that way when things get really busy. I tried to straighten it out because when the guys came in from the prison, it was going to get hairy since the names would be arriving at the same time. I was not very comfortable with that because it is last-minute stuff. Cyndi had been up to the prison and back. It was too hot for her to stay up there with her legs bothering her and she needed to finish her letters, too.
Each team member writes forty-five letters to the resident candidates for the workshop. We're supposed to start writing about six weeks in advance and bring the same pen we started with. That way when we have the names of the candidates we can fill in their names with the same pen. We usually have forty-two participants but in case something happens we write forty-five as a cushion. One leader for an earlier team allowed forty-six inmates to participate. He didn't realize what that does when preparing food and agape. I asked that that not be allowed again. Besides that, it throws off the sponsor/sponsoree system and they table families. There's suposed to be seven table families made of about two or three of our volunteers and six inmate residents. I don't know how any extra will sit comfortably at a table meant for nine. I bring forty-three paper bags with handles for the agape bags and those who get Sunday school classes of kids to make sets of 42--well, it throws that off too. The local Fred's and Dollar General don't have the same kind of bags so I had to buy a shiny party bag that didn't match the rest. Since there were not enough volunteers, chairs and two tables were eliminated from this workshop rather than added.
There were going to be only five tables instead of seven. That is easier to deal with, however, it is nice to be prepared for that at least a week before the weekend. The head cook orders the food in advance and she had too much food. She said if she'd known she would have called to restaurant supplies and asked them to cut back on some of her order. I was happy to see my mother and daughter come up to help fill the bags.
The ladies from the kitchen came in to set up the food while the leader and observing leader came in with a list of inmates names. It was a scratch list because they had to cut the participants. Then some alternates took the place of others. The names were not in alphabetical order. This was going to be a mess. To emphasize the mess, one of the men who had finished addressing his letters, came over to agape central to ask, "So can you tell me when you will have the names on the agape bags?" I wanted to kick someone or something really hard.
It was not easy using a label maker to print out the thirty-two names for the name cards on each bag. It was a painfully slow process. The list was a scratch list so it was marked up and not in alphabetical order. There is a lot to be said for delegating jobs beforehand! My temp was rising. I had to get into prayer mode when I could rest and think about things past my headache and aching legs and feet. I'm certain I'd already said some things and had the facial expression I would not have had if I'd not been so tired.
But they got done and all the guys had their letters in the bags, including the one who asked me if I had his paper for him to write his letters that very evening AND if I had some envelopes for him. Ok, Kathy, breathe and do not explode. Jesus, stay with me and Satan get behind me!
I had one more set of bookmarks that the printer recognized but they would have to wait until morning. So the next morning, my husband was not waking me too early. He wanted me to get more sleep. Although he was not aware of everything I had to do, he was not enjoying the organizational style. His PTSD is not comfortable with change nor what he perceives as disorganization.
I was happy to be able to sleep a bit later and had told Cyndi that I wasn't coming into the conference room until 9:00am. She was happy about that, too. With two or three of us (we had been expecting Carolyn to come and help) it wouldn't take more than an forty minutes to organize the bags by table families, seal them and put them in garbage bags by table families.
BUT at 8:30 the next morning Cyndi called and said Carol had gone up to the prison to go to the kitchen with the other ladies and she'd left her driver's license at the hotel. She'd called Cyndi to bring it to her. One cannot enter the prison without ID. It wouldn't make sense for Cyndi to take a twenty-mile trip just to turn around and come back to help me. It made more sense for her to go on into the kitchen early. That threw off my schedule for bagging up the agape bags if they were to be in the prison for 10:00am with just one person getting them together rather than three.
My head was pounding as I left the hotel for the prison with the bags in my car. I was about thirty minutes behind my usual schedule. By the time I got to the gate their was everyone and their mama at the check in station. Visitors were piled up in their. I waited in one line for a security officer to tell me that I didn't have to wait in the visitor's line since I was not riding the bus and going to join the Kairos ladies at the culinary school. That put me back about thirty more minutes. I got to the culinary school at the main prison complex by 11:00. I breathed a sigh when I saw that the runners' truck had not left. Matt, one of the runners put the bags on the back of the truck for me.
I all but collapsed into a chair in the eating area.
After I rested a bit, I stayed to have lunch with the ladies and the two inmates that serve in the culinary school kitchen. Then we played a couple of games of spoons. One of the ladies gave me a couple of Tylenol to help me make it back to the hotel where I could rest.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Daily Motivation
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Angola Kairos #49 Part 2
My sister called and told me she had joined our prayer vigil. I saw that 70-something slots were open before I left for school that morning. One of the brothers from new Orleans called and asked me if I'd noticed that some of the times--mostly on Thursday--had been doubled. I thought there were more than usual! I had another short list of people to write in after I got to the hotel so I was hoping that would fill it. By the time I got to print it--and the printer froze a few times--the count was down to about 20 which was perfect for the write-ins. So all blank speace were taken care of. YAY!! It always works!
There were several things going wrong, like with the printer. But also, the Internet connection at the hotel was lousy. I never expect it to work in the conference room and my Kairos sister, Cyndi told me she was having trouble connecting in her hotel room. I disconnected my netbook (AKA "Baby Laptop, as my things have names) from the printer and took it to the breakfast area, where there the WiFi usually is. The operative word here being "usually."
Eventually, I was able to get on line in my room and download the prayer vigil chain, right before the Internet connection shut off again. I pasted it into a Word document so that I could number the pages. It came out to sixty-one pages. I finally got the printer gods to smile on my teeny printer. Everything that didn't print the day before printed first after turning it off and rebooting Baby LapTop. All of this took a number of hours so that by the time the guys returned from the prison, Cyndi and I were still working on cutting apart the prayer chain links and making a paper chain of them.
My mantra by this time was, "I will not be up past midnight. I will not be up past midnight." Just then, one of the first guys to return from the prison came to Agape Central gingerly hold a Kairos name tag. "Um, they said to come to you with name tag changes," he said.
OoooooooK. The problem with that was that while we were having Saturday formation meetings, I'd asked the leader if he'd need help with name tags. They'd all been made for team members for the meeting so he said he had it covered. Well, having it covered came to mean that if there were any changes to be made at the hotel, it would be on me. Not cool. I was hot. There were about eight changes to make, including three team members who'd taken theirs home and forgotten them. We never let the team members take their name tags home if we wanted to have all of them during Kairos Weekend.
So...I left Cyndi cutting and stapling the prayer chain while I tried to get a name tag template. I had some card stock. The leader's wife also had a laptop and tried to log on in her room. The Internet was out again. She asked the desk employees about it and they stretched an ethernet cable across their check-in desk to her laptop while I looked for a rainbow Kairos logo to put at the top of the name tags so they'd looked like those that were previously printed.
Although the Internet still didn't come up, she located the template already installed in her laptop. We both had the same version of Windows, so she showed my where it was on hers so I could find it on Baby. I only had a blue and black logo on Baby so we were just going to make blue logos. "They'll just have to be different," we both agreed.
Then she remembered that her husband had snet her a PDF with the logo and it was on her laptop. "Can you copy a logo from a PDF to a Word document?"
"YAHOO! Why sure you can!" I laughed. We were making it possible.
We got the print the same size and the logo cut and pasted. And since the cardstock was not perforated like the paper that comes with the name tags, I held an old name tag up to the light, matched the print, so I could draw he lines for the edges of the new name tags and cut them out.
The guy's meeting was long over and they had slipped off to bed. The ladies who'd worked in the kitchen were hot and tired as they dropped off an evening meal and gone to their rooms. The mantra had been useless. The three of us were up past midnight.
I was still rather hot. It's much asier to be so when you've been up since 4:30 AM, gone to work, picked up a car, packed--in other words when you're exhausted. I'm far from the most organized person and I'm most disorganized when I'm overwhelm with many things on my plate. However, this was a result of not thinking things through and being organized. That comes for from trying to think and do too much on your own and not delegating the small stuff. My husband was still half awake and I vented that before he went to sleep. I was too tired to unpack my clothes, so I just took out my contact lens juice, washed up and went to sleep.
The next morning, my husband was up and dressed when I awoke. He'd made coffee and set aside a cup for me. "Ugh! Pink, stuff!" was all there was for sweetening my coffee from the world of artificial sweeteners. I liked the blue stuff better.
"Hunnee, I'm gonna slip on some clothes and get me some blue stuff and couple of muffins, " I said.
"I think you should wait a while. I wouldn't go there right now if I were you," he warned.
I thought I'd just get my sweetener and come back to the room, have coffee and muffins and get in the hot shower.
I was ambushed at the lobby entrance with "Did you bring my name tag? I need my name tag." "I need you make me a name tag this morning before we leave for the prison." "I have two more inmate name tags."
Baby Laptop said, "Sorry, I'm sending the message to the printer but Li'l HP is saying he ain't hearin' that!"
I had a labeler and printed he names with that. Then we stuck them over the names that needed correcting. "Here's a temporary solution. Use these and when you come back this evening Li'L HP will have heard the print message and printed your name tags."
The muffins were hard by the time I got to them. Fortunately, Ms. Linda, the breakfast lady was looking out for me and went to the back to get me some soft blueberry muffins.
I finally got back to my room for that shower when my sister called from Denver. We talked for about 30 minutes. I had not talked with her for a few weeks so I called Cyndi to let her know I wasn't lost. Cyndi sounded like she hadn't had a good sleep. He legs were bothering her the day before so she was talking to me in one of those twilight stupors that say, I'm talking to you but my eyes are closed. Poor thing. She needed to rest and I was not going to call her back to wake her.
I checked on Baby Laptop and Li'l HP to see if they were talking to each other. They were friends once again. On the empty name slots I typed names I made up like "Downenda Treme" and "Fidnta Blow." I could put those in my own name tag and change out every few hours. Linda came to check on me from her breakfast bar and we talked for a while. I went to the dollar store and started on the agape bags.
By that time, Cyndi was up and ready to work. She was apologizing for not coming down from her room earlier. Her legs had hurt her all night long. I told her there was no need for an apology and that when I'd called her I could tell in her voice that she wasn't actually awake.
We had no resident list or table family list, so I couldn't put names on the cards on the bags. I had that "it's gonna be another late night when the guys get back from the prison" feeling. I used the name tag template and some photos from the team formation meetings. I lightened the photos about 50% so they'd make a nice background for the names which would be printed with the label maker.
We had no children's agape brought in by the guys. I couldn't believe that! That has never happened before. Later my mother and my daughter came up to help. My mother brought some craft material and some leftover items from Bible School. My daughter and Cyndi helped make some book marks. Then I found a plastic envelope full of agape leftover from the previous Kairos weekend. There was enough for each of the thirty-two bags to receive about three letters from children.
There were several things going wrong, like with the printer. But also, the Internet connection at the hotel was lousy. I never expect it to work in the conference room and my Kairos sister, Cyndi told me she was having trouble connecting in her hotel room. I disconnected my netbook (AKA "Baby Laptop, as my things have names) from the printer and took it to the breakfast area, where there the WiFi usually is. The operative word here being "usually."
Eventually, I was able to get on line in my room and download the prayer vigil chain, right before the Internet connection shut off again. I pasted it into a Word document so that I could number the pages. It came out to sixty-one pages. I finally got the printer gods to smile on my teeny printer. Everything that didn't print the day before printed first after turning it off and rebooting Baby LapTop. All of this took a number of hours so that by the time the guys returned from the prison, Cyndi and I were still working on cutting apart the prayer chain links and making a paper chain of them.
My mantra by this time was, "I will not be up past midnight. I will not be up past midnight." Just then, one of the first guys to return from the prison came to Agape Central gingerly hold a Kairos name tag. "Um, they said to come to you with name tag changes," he said.
OoooooooK. The problem with that was that while we were having Saturday formation meetings, I'd asked the leader if he'd need help with name tags. They'd all been made for team members for the meeting so he said he had it covered. Well, having it covered came to mean that if there were any changes to be made at the hotel, it would be on me. Not cool. I was hot. There were about eight changes to make, including three team members who'd taken theirs home and forgotten them. We never let the team members take their name tags home if we wanted to have all of them during Kairos Weekend.
So...I left Cyndi cutting and stapling the prayer chain while I tried to get a name tag template. I had some card stock. The leader's wife also had a laptop and tried to log on in her room. The Internet was out again. She asked the desk employees about it and they stretched an ethernet cable across their check-in desk to her laptop while I looked for a rainbow Kairos logo to put at the top of the name tags so they'd looked like those that were previously printed.
Although the Internet still didn't come up, she located the template already installed in her laptop. We both had the same version of Windows, so she showed my where it was on hers so I could find it on Baby. I only had a blue and black logo on Baby so we were just going to make blue logos. "They'll just have to be different," we both agreed.
Then she remembered that her husband had snet her a PDF with the logo and it was on her laptop. "Can you copy a logo from a PDF to a Word document?"
"YAHOO! Why sure you can!" I laughed. We were making it possible.
We got the print the same size and the logo cut and pasted. And since the cardstock was not perforated like the paper that comes with the name tags, I held an old name tag up to the light, matched the print, so I could draw he lines for the edges of the new name tags and cut them out.
The guy's meeting was long over and they had slipped off to bed. The ladies who'd worked in the kitchen were hot and tired as they dropped off an evening meal and gone to their rooms. The mantra had been useless. The three of us were up past midnight.
I was still rather hot. It's much asier to be so when you've been up since 4:30 AM, gone to work, picked up a car, packed--in other words when you're exhausted. I'm far from the most organized person and I'm most disorganized when I'm overwhelm with many things on my plate. However, this was a result of not thinking things through and being organized. That comes for from trying to think and do too much on your own and not delegating the small stuff. My husband was still half awake and I vented that before he went to sleep. I was too tired to unpack my clothes, so I just took out my contact lens juice, washed up and went to sleep.
The next morning, my husband was up and dressed when I awoke. He'd made coffee and set aside a cup for me. "Ugh! Pink, stuff!" was all there was for sweetening my coffee from the world of artificial sweeteners. I liked the blue stuff better.
"Hunnee, I'm gonna slip on some clothes and get me some blue stuff and couple of muffins, " I said.
"I think you should wait a while. I wouldn't go there right now if I were you," he warned.
I thought I'd just get my sweetener and come back to the room, have coffee and muffins and get in the hot shower.
I was ambushed at the lobby entrance with "Did you bring my name tag? I need my name tag." "I need you make me a name tag this morning before we leave for the prison." "I have two more inmate name tags."
Baby Laptop said, "Sorry, I'm sending the message to the printer but Li'l HP is saying he ain't hearin' that!"
I had a labeler and printed he names with that. Then we stuck them over the names that needed correcting. "Here's a temporary solution. Use these and when you come back this evening Li'L HP will have heard the print message and printed your name tags."
The muffins were hard by the time I got to them. Fortunately, Ms. Linda, the breakfast lady was looking out for me and went to the back to get me some soft blueberry muffins.
I finally got back to my room for that shower when my sister called from Denver. We talked for about 30 minutes. I had not talked with her for a few weeks so I called Cyndi to let her know I wasn't lost. Cyndi sounded like she hadn't had a good sleep. He legs were bothering her the day before so she was talking to me in one of those twilight stupors that say, I'm talking to you but my eyes are closed. Poor thing. She needed to rest and I was not going to call her back to wake her.
I checked on Baby Laptop and Li'l HP to see if they were talking to each other. They were friends once again. On the empty name slots I typed names I made up like "Downenda Treme" and "Fidnta Blow." I could put those in my own name tag and change out every few hours. Linda came to check on me from her breakfast bar and we talked for a while. I went to the dollar store and started on the agape bags.
By that time, Cyndi was up and ready to work. She was apologizing for not coming down from her room earlier. Her legs had hurt her all night long. I told her there was no need for an apology and that when I'd called her I could tell in her voice that she wasn't actually awake.
We had no resident list or table family list, so I couldn't put names on the cards on the bags. I had that "it's gonna be another late night when the guys get back from the prison" feeling. I used the name tag template and some photos from the team formation meetings. I lightened the photos about 50% so they'd make a nice background for the names which would be printed with the label maker.
We had no children's agape brought in by the guys. I couldn't believe that! That has never happened before. Later my mother and my daughter came up to help. My mother brought some craft material and some leftover items from Bible School. My daughter and Cyndi helped make some book marks. Then I found a plastic envelope full of agape leftover from the previous Kairos weekend. There was enough for each of the thirty-two bags to receive about three letters from children.
MountainWings:Sunday - Jury Duty
See what other things you can do while waiting PATIENTLY. Take time to observe the world around you. (I like Mountain Wings and miss 'em)
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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#3072 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Jury Duty
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~A MountainWings Original by James Bronner~
Issues written while waiting:
Jury Duty
The Flashlight http://www.mountainwings.com/past/2280.htm
God Did It http://www.mountainwings.com/past/3195.htm
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MountainWings A MountainWings Moment
#3072 Wings Over The Mountains of Life
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Jury Duty
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Last week I served on jury duty.
When I received the notice in the mail, I admit like most people
I sighed and said, "I don't have time for this; I have too much
to do."
I also thought about the mere $25 I would get paid for the whole
day. I said, "Why don't they pay me what I make on my job for a
day's work?" But then, the thought came to me, "What if I were
the one with the case and needed jurors to attend my trial?"
From that moment on, I was honored to serve on jury duty.
Besides, if everyone were paid what they made on their jobs,
taxes would go up and we would pay it one way or another.
As I sat in the juror assembly room, I looked around and noticed
that these jurors made up our society. Even though we were all
different in many ways, we were all connected and the same in
many ways.
A man sitting behind me looked as though he had nothing at all
in common with me. He asked me what I did, and I told him.
I asked him the same, and he said he owned a yoga center. I
told him I had been to one yoga center in the city and offered
him the name. His eyes lit up, "That's the one I own,"
he responded.
He told me it was a small world.
Sometimes it is not the size of the world that we overestimate
as it is the link between us all that we underestimate.
The other observance that became apparent to me while waiting
were the activities people performed while waiting to be selected
for a courtroom. It reflected what they did with their spare
time in life.
Some people were asleep; sleep was important to them.
Some people were working on their laptops; work had to be done.
Some people were reading the newspaper.
They wanted to stay abreast of what was going on in the world.
Some people were reading books.
They understood the power of reading.
Some people were talking to others.
They enjoyed good conversation.
Others were watching television.
They just wanted to be entertained.
Some looked at this time waiting as time wasted. Others looked
at it as a blessing to finally be able to slow down for a minute
and take a breather.
Jury duty was representative of life.
The same time, the same job, the same place, the same pay,
and the same responsibility represented different things to
different people.
Just like life, the jury duty selection process will seem like
they are picking on you at times. I have been here four times
in the past five years, yet my mother is over twice my age and
has never been summoned.
The next time you are summoned for jury duty, imagine it was
your case and be thankful for the freedom realized in the
judicial system. While waiting to be chosen to perform your
duty, take notice of how you spend your time.
By the way, I wrote three MountainWings issues while waiting.
I had intentions of writing them for weeks and just now found
the time.
~A MountainWings Original by James Bronner~
Issues written while waiting:
Jury Duty
The Flashlight http://www.mountainwings.com/past/2280.htm
God Did It http://www.mountainwings.com/past/3195.htm
Thank you for inviting MountainWings in your mailbox.
See you tomorrow.
Send issue 3072 to a friend click http://www.ztaf.com/mw.htm
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