DJ Rednec DSC FRA and i will RTF's blog: "My LIFE"

Hey yall this is for a friend of mine, plz help her out, and I will repay you some how. Thanks. http://fubar.com/viewimage.php?u=86943&albumid=863736&i=3634305215&idx=5

I have a friend that needs help on a contest she is in. If you can bomb the hell outta this pic. http://www.fubar.com/viewimage.php?u=813171&albumid=822967&i=1744764210&idx=18 This is for the Owner of Stinkeye Radio and it's lounge.

Starting tomorrow mornin at 6 A.M. your favorite DJ will be back on the air waves. I will also be in that lounge of ours so you can holla at me for your favorite songs. We will also be like a regular mornin show where we talk about stupid stuff, read headlines, and just have a great ole time. Our lounge is right here on Fubar but if you need the addy here it is: http://www.fubar.com/new_lounge.php?w=1&lid=51165 Now set your alarms for 6 A.M. CST. and get ready to laugh your morin off to a great start.

http://www.fubar.com/new_lounge.php?w=1&lid=51165 There is the link for the NEW and IMPROVED Stinkeye Radio Lounge. We would love for you all to join us for the New Year. 2008 will mark 3 years of us spinnin the great hits that you know and love. You ask us to play anything and we will do it. No matter what it is. From 1950's to now. Our motto is: YOU NAME IT, WE PLAY IT! So come on over and join us. http://www.fubar.com/new_lounge.php?w=1&lid=51165

Get on over here and listen to great music. You name it we play it. http://www.fubar.com/new_lounge.php?w=1&lid=51165 I heard that there is gonna be a surprise at 6 P.M. CST. I have no idea what it could be but trust me, I will be there to find out what it is gonna be.

The Night Before Christmas T'was the night before Christmas, He lived all alone, In a one bedroom house, Made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney, With presents to give, And to see just who, In this home did live. I looked all about, A strange sight I did see, No tinsel, no presents, Not even a tree. No stocking by the mantle, Just boots filled with sand, On the wall hung pictures, Of far distant lands. With medals and badges, Awards of all kinds, A sober thought, Came through my mind. For this house was different, It was dark and dreary, I found the home of a soldier, Once I could see clearly. The soldier lay sleeping, Silent, alone, Curled up on the floor, In this one bedroom home. The face was so gentle, The room in such disorder, Not how I pictured, An American soldier. Was this the hero, Of whom I'd just read?, Curled up on a poncho, The floor for a bed? I realized the families, That I saw this night, Owed their lives to these soldiers, Who were willing to fight. Soon round the world, The children would play, And grownups would celebrate, A bright Christmas Day. They all enjoyed freedom, Each month of the year, Because of the soldiers, Like the one lying here. I couldn't help wonder, How many lay alone, On a cold Christmas Eve, In a land far from home. The very thought brought A tear to my eye, I dropped to my knees, And started to cry. The soldier awakened, And I heard a rough voice, 'Santa, don't cry. This life is my choice. I fight for freedom, I don't ask for more, My life is my God, My country, my corps.' The soldier rolled over, And drifted to sleep, I couldn't control it, I continued to weep. I kept watch for hours, So silent and still, And we both shivered, From the cold night's chill. I didn't want to leave, On that cold, dark night, This guardian of honor, So willing to fight. Then the soldier rolled over, With a voice, soft and pure, Whispered, 'Carry on Santa, It's Christmas Day, all is secure.' One look at my watch, And I knew he was right, 'Merry Christmas my friend, And to all a good night.' This poem was written by a peace keeping soldier stationed overseas. The following is his request. I think it is reasonable. PLEASE. Would you do me the kind favor of sending this to as many People as you can? Christmas will be coming soon and some credit is due to our American service men and women for our being able to celebrate these Festivities. Let's try in this small way to pay a tiny bit of what we owe. Make People stop and think of our heroes, living and dead, who sacrificed themselves For us.

Sometimes we just need to be reminded! A well-known speaker started off his seminar by holding up a $20.00 bill. In the room of 200, he asked, "Who would like this $20 bill?" Hands started going up. He said, "I am going to give this $20 to one of you but first, let me do this. He proceeded to crumple up the $20 dollar bill. He then asked, "Who still wants it?" Still the hands were up in the air. Well, he replied, "What if I do this?" And he dropped it on the ground and started to grind it into the floor with his shoe. He picked it up, now crumpled and dirty. "Now, who still wants it?" Still the hands went into the air. My friends, we have all learned a very valuable lesson. No matter what I did to the money, you still wanted it because it did not decrease in value. It was still worth $20. Many times in our lives, we are dropped, crumpled, and ground into the dirt by the decisions we make and the circumstances that come our way. We feel as though we are worthless. But no matter what has happened or what will happen, you will never lose your value. Dirty or clean, crumpled or finely creased, you are still priceless to those who DO LOVE you. The worth of our lives comes not in what we do or who we know, but by WHO WE ARE and WHOSE WE ARE. You are special - Don't EVER forget it." ! If you do not pass this on, you may never know the lives it touches, the hurting hearts it speaks to, or the hope that it can bring. Count your blessings, not your problems. "And remember: amateurs built the ark . professionals built the Titanic. If God brings you to it - He will bring you through it. Pass this message to all you love, except you and me. You will receive a miracle tomorrow.

VERY SHY BABY. We did NOT get to learn the sex. Today, did not go well. During the sonogram, Liz got so lightheaded (lying on her back) that she almost passed out. They turned her to her left side so she could get her breath back, but she missed the last part of the sonogram. We checked to see the gender, because at 18 weeks, we SHOULD have been able to tell - had things gone well. But, all we found out, is that the baby is SHY. He/she (assuming she!) kept their legs CLOSED SHUT TIGHT. Which confirms our suspicions as far as we're concerned - if it was a boy, it'd be showin his stuff off. Girls are a little more modest ;-) And then, the consultation with the doctor. First off, I must say, Dr. O'Hara is FABULOUS. She is not Liz's normal OB - but Dr. Depew referred us to her for the amnio, because she is "The" high risk doctor in our town. Her resident, Dr. Hoskins, is learning from a WONDERFUL example, and if he follows her lead, he will have an amazing career ahead of him. We LOVED this office. Dr. Hoskins gave us the brief rundown of the sonogram. Basically, the baby has a 0% chance now of survival. The lungs have collected fluid around them, as has the liver. The kidneys are failing, and the baby three heart defects, as well as fluid gathered around the lungs. The heart defects include VSD, ventricular problems (Left ventricle is very small, right is very large. It's pumping a LOT of blood in, but not much out.), and it's reversed - what should be on the right is on the left, what should be left is on the right. With the heart problems ALONE, this baby would have a very small chance of survival - and it's survival would depend on a heart TRANSPLANT, VERY shortly after birth. When you factor in the huge chance for a chromosomal problem (There were SEVERAL indicators of such), and the Cystic Hygroma (which, as of today, is almost the same size as the baby is), and the newly developed Hydrops & organ failure....The doctors told us we probably had 4-6 weeks left of being pregnant. We were given the option of a termination now, instead of waiting for the inevitable, but any time with the baby is special, whether it's inside or outside...She said the baby is feeling no pain, so we're going to let this last as long as possible. We also had to have the conversation of a burial or letting them use the baby to learn from, and we have decided to donate the body - if they can gain any information to help another family & baby - be it surviving, or getting by emotionally - we're all for that. And then, we went in for the amnio. Michelle, the ultrasound tech, Dr. Hoskins & Dr. O'Hara did the amnio together. The amnio did NOT go well for us, because her abdominal muscles fought the needle, pushing it away from the path they were setting it on. They had to reSTAB (12 gauge 9 inch needle) her four differant times. She said she felt like her stomach was going to fall out through those holes - but this seriously hurts as bad as when they took out your appendix. OUCH. And now...we're home. Letting things soak in, I still don't know that they've really hit us. We've talked about it, explained it to Granny, loved on Alex, and just...existed. Tonight is about family & comfort food. I'm going to go lay back down....I feel like shit, need to go relax.