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Thursday, October 21, 2010
If you had access to a time machine, where and when would be the first place you travel to?
right here right now this is my destiny
What would be the best workplace perk?
to be able to have music laughter and friends that love their jobs surrounding you
If you could go back in time 10 years and tell your younger self something, what would it be?
Be gentle with yourself stay strong in your faith , keep a song in your heart, try to eat a little better, and keep a sense of humor because it's going to be a hell of a ride!
When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
First I wanted to be a ballerina, then a singer, then a nun, then a detective, then a actress... I became a waitress then a mom and meemaw. So in retrospect maybe I should have auditioned for the Flying Nun while doing a tap dancing toe spin with a pair of handcuffs in one hand and a bible in the other! '-)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
This IS AMERICA... ALL MEN EQUAL
The time for cover ups is over!!!
I tried to call my daughter at 3:30 this morning *they* had my phones shut off yet again. She was taking an early flight this morning and I wanted to let her know that I was thinking of her and was praying for her and my little granddaughter.
I love living in America, I love everything that WE the people united stand for. The first three letters in America is AME...ALL MEN EQUAL.
The beauty of living in such a diverse and amazing land of freedom and liberty is the God given gift of freedom through democracy. The Constitution tells we, that WE the people have been given the right as Americans, to be ourselves and to speak out clearly, loudly, and courageously when something is wrong.
When I could not reach my daughter at 3:30 this morning. Since I was now very much awake and getting frustrated that once again my rights were being violated as an American Citizen. I decided to make it an early morning prayer time at the waters edge, as I have been daily bugging God to know end to spare our lands and have mercy on our nation. I felt led to pass by my usual little place of serenity and drive into Alabama instead. I love living so close to the border, because it makes me feel a part of two states and it brings a sense of unity and purpose into my life. I feel as if I can be a part of two communities of families and friends at leisure within few miles what a true blessing.
As I drove down the road, I could see the night crews on the beaches. I was happy that people could be working, helping and making an income in such difficult financial times. I am not against anyone making a living, I am completely against corruption and cover ups, and just for the record, common sense 101 clearly reminds us = so is God.
I saw all these trucks in a huge parking lot filled with portable bathrooms and huge lights, so I decided that I would ask what all the bathrooms were for. As I pulled in it felt like Fort Knox. There would be no getting passed or through these yellow vested pros and their barriers all lined up! lol Yeah, okay that is going to stop me how??? Where the good Lord leads me He alone always provides a clear passage.
Once parked I saw the crews getting loaded unto buses and it had a yuck, feeling to it. I could not place what I was sensing at first, but I knew all to well that my horse sense was rearing up inside of me. I have that kind of a built in radar button thingy, that womens intuition gift that God blesses us with, that alone told me something was just not so copacetic on the scene.
Being close to 4:am at this point and knowing my fellow man was probably pretty darn tired after a night shift. I was trying to maintain a quiet low profile and honestly had every intention of just heading down to the shore line and quietly sing and pray in the daylight. My intent was simply to be there on the shore thanking God for a brand new day.
As most of the time our loving all knowing Creator had other plans for me today. "If you want to make God laugh, just try and tell Him your plans," Rest assure He will stir it up a bit just because He can!!! When will mankind begin to get *it*? Why do we still after all the messes still try and hide from one another what God sees openly???
"WE are only as sick as our secrets" It is time for truth, it is time for healing, it is time for REAL HOPE!!!
I know that Jimmy Buffet and the Zac Brown band are doing a free benefit concert to support our Gulf Coast next week, so at first I thought all the bathrooms were the crews getting ready for the show and that made me so happy, that happy thought like a "happy meal" quickly vanished. "
"Miss, stop! stop right there, don't go any further, you can't go down on that beach."
My name is Julie Mallen, why are you stopping me? I was on the pathway to the beach at this point. These huge tractors were driving back and forth across the sands. I saw the *supervisors* eye balling me from their chairs, yet they remained seated. Within minutes of passing the *supervisors* sitting under their little tent. I was kind of chuckling to myself thinking, I know they know this jacket, they see me and they know who I am and what I stand for AMERICA, INTEGRITY.
I sensed the unwelcoming vibe but ignored it, I was on a mission once again. I could careless of what man was thinking, I knew I was being led by God's spirit. I had my denim jacket that has our American Flag on it draped over my one shoulder and my hairs on my neck were now sticking up. Something was very wrong indeed the pit in my stomach quickly told my mind. The adrenaline in me, was also telling me that I was on unwelcomed territory. Again I reiterate. yeah, like that was going to stop me how? God, has made me quite relentless when it comes to digging up facts that need to be passed on to WE the people.
I tried to keep it on a nice note, and introduced myself to him, I informed him that everything was being documented by NASA. Pedro seemed like a decent guy just following orders if you know what I mean. You can't go on the beach BP says know one but the top 3 guys can go on that beach and you can't park your truck in our parking lot."
With great amusement I must share with you the ONLY top three *3* as in Trinity in my book, just happen to be Father Son and the Holy Spirit and they have given *US* all mankind, permission to walk as a free man in our homeland and across our world.
Are you trying to tell me I can't go down on our beach? This is America, this is Alabama, BP does not own me, or America, or that beach, or that public parking lot. You can just take that right over to your supervisors." I walked off wishing Pedro a goodnight.
I went to the waters edge and was quietly just softly singing and praying. As the big tractors did their thing behind me. I just kept my eyes focused on the beauty of the waves. The tractors were making very long smooth lines back and forth it looked cool, and they were doing a good job **smoothing** it over. Speaking of covering things up, It goes back to a speech I heard once it* sounded good* but had no real hope, or depth, or substance, if you Alafreakinbama get it.
So me being my silly self, I did what I do best I clumsily slipped,I fell into oil and a lot of it. On my pants, on my purse, I was now wet, sandy, oily and really pissed, I was so not a happy camper. I stomped my way up to the tables and tent area now conveniently empty. The supervisors were all gone, the workers all bussed off Only a few guys standing talking to one another and securty guards were left.
I started on my Julie Mallen rant out-loud mode. I could not help it I was beyond furious, I was livid. I shouted out-loud for God and mankind to hear, NO MORE COVER UPS!!! This is America, WE do not cover up the oil, WE clean it up!!!
Immediately Joe blow security god, little g, is going to assert and move his body for other reasons then yapping on his cell phone for the first time, I am quite sure in *guessing* probably for the first time all evening. "The guys" standing around have a panic stricken look, the jig is up and they know it. They so knew that they were busted and they so knew who I am. trust me my voice gets t me sometimes, there is no mistaking this little annoying noise box that simply refuses to go away or be silenced. I look at then and repeat with conviction and passion my stance once again. Meanwhile Joe Blow is busy taking down my license number off my truck and saying into his little cell," we have a situation on our hands." That was so beyond it, I was done now he had really sent me flying like an eagle into the heart of patriot mode with those words!!!
" A situation? You are calling me a situation? I am NOT a situation, I am an AMERICAN!!!
"I stand up for our country, and I stand up for what is right, and know one will get away with covering up the oil mixed into sand with smooth lines this time, NOT this time!!! "I went on stomping as I walked to my truck with JB following closely behind me, sharing loudly that I was a Citizen Soldier that has been taking a stand for America since 9-11. Sadly, he could not hear a word, he was too busy trying to sound good on the phone like he was really doing something of importance by calling my plate in! lol I told him to take a number that my plate, like my voice, like my 1969 made in America Ford truck, was just a little more well known then he had a clue about and I drove away with a heavy heart.
I decided to stop by the local Waffle House knowing that at least I could document what had just happened on camera for WE the people (thank God for surveillance in public places) and pass on the latest mess I had not only just uncovered but had probably stirred up a hornets nest sure to *try* and follow me home.
I had a good little chat with my young crew who had just worked the over night shift and wished them a good night. A man stopped in just as I was leaving to get quarters to buy papers outside. He looked at me and with eyes that clearly told me he knew who I was. He then said the ever so prevalent words of warning that have become a every day reminder that taking a stand comes at a price..."be careful driving home."
It was about 5 minutes after leaving the restaurant when the 4 guys, in the 4 trucks quickly closed in behind me. I had that split second flash of memory from the film Norma Ray and thought to myself oh, no way, not tonight, not me. I have too much living to do and I will see my children again, this is NOT how this story ends!
A quick sharp sudden turn to my right left them all only a hair distance from running into one another as they all swerved to miss one another, I knew instantly and confidently that the danger once again by the grace of God had passed.
I tried to call my daughter at 3:30 this morning *they* had my phones shut off yet again. She was taking an early flight this morning and I wanted to let her know that I was thinking of her and was praying for her and my little granddaughter.
I love living in America, I love everything that WE the people united stand for. The first three letters in America is AME...ALL MEN EQUAL.
The beauty of living in such a diverse and amazing land of freedom and liberty is the God given gift of freedom through democracy. The Constitution tells we, that WE the people have been given the right as Americans, to be ourselves and to speak out clearly, loudly, and courageously when something is wrong.
When I could not reach my daughter at 3:30 this morning. Since I was now very much awake and getting frustrated that once again my rights were being violated as an American Citizen. I decided to make it an early morning prayer time at the waters edge, as I have been daily bugging God to know end to spare our lands and have mercy on our nation. I felt led to pass by my usual little place of serenity and drive into Alabama instead. I love living so close to the border, because it makes me feel a part of two states and it brings a sense of unity and purpose into my life. I feel as if I can be a part of two communities of families and friends at leisure within few miles what a true blessing.
As I drove down the road, I could see the night crews on the beaches. I was happy that people could be working, helping and making an income in such difficult financial times. I am not against anyone making a living, I am completely against corruption and cover ups, and just for the record, common sense 101 clearly reminds us = so is God.
I saw all these trucks in a huge parking lot filled with portable bathrooms and huge lights, so I decided that I would ask what all the bathrooms were for. As I pulled in it felt like Fort Knox. There would be no getting passed or through these yellow vested pros and their barriers all lined up! lol Yeah, okay that is going to stop me how??? Where the good Lord leads me He alone always provides a clear passage.
Once parked I saw the crews getting loaded unto buses and it had a yuck, feeling to it. I could not place what I was sensing at first, but I knew all to well that my horse sense was rearing up inside of me. I have that kind of a built in radar button thingy, that womens intuition gift that God blesses us with, that alone told me something was just not so copacetic on the scene.
Being close to 4:am at this point and knowing my fellow man was probably pretty darn tired after a night shift. I was trying to maintain a quiet low profile and honestly had every intention of just heading down to the shore line and quietly sing and pray in the daylight. My intent was simply to be there on the shore thanking God for a brand new day.
As most of the time our loving all knowing Creator had other plans for me today. "If you want to make God laugh, just try and tell Him your plans," Rest assure He will stir it up a bit just because He can!!! When will mankind begin to get *it*? Why do we still after all the messes still try and hide from one another what God sees openly???
"WE are only as sick as our secrets" It is time for truth, it is time for healing, it is time for REAL HOPE!!!
I know that Jimmy Buffet and the Zac Brown band are doing a free benefit concert to support our Gulf Coast next week, so at first I thought all the bathrooms were the crews getting ready for the show and that made me so happy, that happy thought like a "happy meal" quickly vanished. "
"Miss, stop! stop right there, don't go any further, you can't go down on that beach."
My name is Julie Mallen, why are you stopping me? I was on the pathway to the beach at this point. These huge tractors were driving back and forth across the sands. I saw the *supervisors* eye balling me from their chairs, yet they remained seated. Within minutes of passing the *supervisors* sitting under their little tent. I was kind of chuckling to myself thinking, I know they know this jacket, they see me and they know who I am and what I stand for AMERICA, INTEGRITY.
I sensed the unwelcoming vibe but ignored it, I was on a mission once again. I could careless of what man was thinking, I knew I was being led by God's spirit. I had my denim jacket that has our American Flag on it draped over my one shoulder and my hairs on my neck were now sticking up. Something was very wrong indeed the pit in my stomach quickly told my mind. The adrenaline in me, was also telling me that I was on unwelcomed territory. Again I reiterate. yeah, like that was going to stop me how? God, has made me quite relentless when it comes to digging up facts that need to be passed on to WE the people.
I tried to keep it on a nice note, and introduced myself to him, I informed him that everything was being documented by NASA. Pedro seemed like a decent guy just following orders if you know what I mean. You can't go on the beach BP says know one but the top 3 guys can go on that beach and you can't park your truck in our parking lot."
With great amusement I must share with you the ONLY top three *3* as in Trinity in my book, just happen to be Father Son and the Holy Spirit and they have given *US* all mankind, permission to walk as a free man in our homeland and across our world.
Are you trying to tell me I can't go down on our beach? This is America, this is Alabama, BP does not own me, or America, or that beach, or that public parking lot. You can just take that right over to your supervisors." I walked off wishing Pedro a goodnight.
I went to the waters edge and was quietly just softly singing and praying. As the big tractors did their thing behind me. I just kept my eyes focused on the beauty of the waves. The tractors were making very long smooth lines back and forth it looked cool, and they were doing a good job **smoothing** it over. Speaking of covering things up, It goes back to a speech I heard once it* sounded good* but had no real hope, or depth, or substance, if you Alafreakinbama get it.
So me being my silly self, I did what I do best I clumsily slipped,I fell into oil and a lot of it. On my pants, on my purse, I was now wet, sandy, oily and really pissed, I was so not a happy camper. I stomped my way up to the tables and tent area now conveniently empty. The supervisors were all gone, the workers all bussed off Only a few guys standing talking to one another and securty guards were left.
I started on my Julie Mallen rant out-loud mode. I could not help it I was beyond furious, I was livid. I shouted out-loud for God and mankind to hear, NO MORE COVER UPS!!! This is America, WE do not cover up the oil, WE clean it up!!!
Immediately Joe blow security god, little g, is going to assert and move his body for other reasons then yapping on his cell phone for the first time, I am quite sure in *guessing* probably for the first time all evening. "The guys" standing around have a panic stricken look, the jig is up and they know it. They so knew that they were busted and they so knew who I am. trust me my voice gets t me sometimes, there is no mistaking this little annoying noise box that simply refuses to go away or be silenced. I look at then and repeat with conviction and passion my stance once again. Meanwhile Joe Blow is busy taking down my license number off my truck and saying into his little cell," we have a situation on our hands." That was so beyond it, I was done now he had really sent me flying like an eagle into the heart of patriot mode with those words!!!
" A situation? You are calling me a situation? I am NOT a situation, I am an AMERICAN!!!
"I stand up for our country, and I stand up for what is right, and know one will get away with covering up the oil mixed into sand with smooth lines this time, NOT this time!!! "I went on stomping as I walked to my truck with JB following closely behind me, sharing loudly that I was a Citizen Soldier that has been taking a stand for America since 9-11. Sadly, he could not hear a word, he was too busy trying to sound good on the phone like he was really doing something of importance by calling my plate in! lol I told him to take a number that my plate, like my voice, like my 1969 made in America Ford truck, was just a little more well known then he had a clue about and I drove away with a heavy heart.
I decided to stop by the local Waffle House knowing that at least I could document what had just happened on camera for WE the people (thank God for surveillance in public places) and pass on the latest mess I had not only just uncovered but had probably stirred up a hornets nest sure to *try* and follow me home.
I had a good little chat with my young crew who had just worked the over night shift and wished them a good night. A man stopped in just as I was leaving to get quarters to buy papers outside. He looked at me and with eyes that clearly told me he knew who I was. He then said the ever so prevalent words of warning that have become a every day reminder that taking a stand comes at a price..."be careful driving home."
It was about 5 minutes after leaving the restaurant when the 4 guys, in the 4 trucks quickly closed in behind me. I had that split second flash of memory from the film Norma Ray and thought to myself oh, no way, not tonight, not me. I have too much living to do and I will see my children again, this is NOT how this story ends!
A quick sharp sudden turn to my right left them all only a hair distance from running into one another as they all swerved to miss one another, I knew instantly and confidently that the danger once again by the grace of God had passed.
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Change Our Globe | "Acceptance of diversity will bring peace and prosperity."
Please help!!!
They have all my phones shut off they just had 4 guys, 4 pick up trucks all behind me guys working for BP try and have me run off the road after I discovered that they were covering up the oil instead of cleaning it up enough... I am not a *situation* as they called me over their cell phones..I am an AMERICAN and this is America and we take back the lands now in Jesus mighty name may the media grab hold of what just went down at the beach and run with it!!!! Let NASA who documented where I was and what they saw release the 411 please pass it on!
Please help!!!
They have all my phones shut off they just had 4 guys, 4 pick up trucks all behind me guys working for BP try and have me run off the road after I discovered that they were covering up the oil instead of cleaning it up enough... I am not a *situation* as they called me over their cell phones..I am an AMERICAN and this is America and we take back the lands now in Jesus mighty name may the media grab hold of what just went down at the beach and run with it!!!! Let NASA who documented where I was and what they saw release the 411 please pass it on!
Monday, June 7, 2010
The Courage To Stand For What Is Right
Okay, So *they* won't let me link to the *story* yeah, like that is going to stop the truth from being known??? Ummm a bit too late you shysters... Too late it is... too late!!!
The truth is OUT thank God!!! United we stand ready to do whatever it takes soldier and civilian to unite in love and unity to save the gift of democrasy for our childrens, children to come through out our country and across the lands of this our world!!!
Army Spec. Bradely Manning..You little brother are a HERO!!!
The truth is OUT thank God!!! United we stand ready to do whatever it takes soldier and civilian to unite in love and unity to save the gift of democrasy for our childrens, children to come through out our country and across the lands of this our world!!!
Army Spec. Bradely Manning..You little brother are a HERO!!!
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