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  4. so sad

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    im sorry , but this made me cry

    In September 1960, I woke up one

    morning with six hungry babies

    and just 75 cents in my pocket. Their

    father was gone..

    The boys ranged from three months to

    seven years; their sister was two.

    Their Dad had never been much more than

    a presence they feared.

    Whenever they heard his tires crunch on

    the gravel driveway they

    would scramble to hide under their beds.

    He did manage to leave $15 a week to

    buy groceries.

    Now that he had decided to leave, there

    would be no more beatings,

    but no food either.

    If there was a welfare system in effect

    in southern Indiana at that

    time, I certainly knew nothing about it.

    I scrubbed the kids until they looked

    brand new and then put on my

    best homemade dress. loaded them into

    the rusty old 51 Chevy

    and drove off to find a job.

    The seven of us went to every factory,

    store and restaurant in our

    small town. No luck.

    The kids stayed crammed into the car

    and tried to be quiet while I

    tried to convince whomever would listen

    that I was willing to learn

    or do anything. I had to have a job.

    Still no luck. The last place we went

    to, just a few miles out of

    town, was an old Root Beer Barrel

    drive-in that had been converted

    to a truck stop. It was called the Big

    Wheel.

    An old lady named Granny owned the

    place and she peeked out of the

    window from time to time at all those

    kids. She needed someone on

    the graveyard shift, 11 at night until

    seven in the morning. She

    paid 65 cents an hour and I could start that

    night.

    I raced home and called the teenager

    down the street that baby-sat

    for people. I bargained

    with her to come and sleep on my sofa

    for a dollar a night. She

    could arrive with her pajamas on and

    the kids would already be

    asleep. This seemed like a good

    arrangement to her, so we made a

    deal.

    That night when the little ones and I

    knelt to say our prayers, we

    all thanked God for finding Mommy a

    job. And so I started at the

    Big Wheel.

    When I got home in the mornings I woke

    the baby-sitter up and sent

    her home with one dollar of my tip

    money--fully half of what I

    averaged every night. As the weeks went

    by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The

    tires on the old Chevy had

    the consistency of penny balloons and

    began to leak.

    I had to fill them with air on the way

    to work and again every

    morning before I could go home.

    One bleak fall morning, I dragged

    myself to the car to go home and

    found four tires in the back seat. New

    tires! There was no note, no

    nothing, just those beautiful brand new

    tires.

    Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered.

    I made a deal with the local service

    station. In exchange for his

    mounting the new tires, I would clean

    up his office. I remember it

    took me a lot longer to scrub his floor

    than it did for

    him to do the tires.

    I was now working six nights instead of

    five and it still wasn't

    enough. Christmas was coming and I knew

    there would be no money for

    toys for the kids.

    I found a can of red paint and started repairing and

    painting some

    old toys. Then hid them in the basement

    so there would be something

    for Santa to deliver on Christmas

    morning.

    Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing

    patches on top of patches on

    the boys pants and soon they would be too far

    gone to repair.

    On Christmas Eve the usual customers

    were drinking coffee in the

    Big Wheel. These were the truckers,

    Les, Frank, and Jim, and a

    state trooper named Joe. A few

    musicians were hanging

    around after a gig at the

    Legion and were dropping nickels in the

    pinball machine. The

    regulars all just sat around and talked

    through the wee hours of

    the morning and then left to get home

    before the sun came up.

    When it was time for me to go home at

    seven o'clock on Christmas

    morning I hurried to the car. I was

    hoping the kids wouldn't wake

    up before I managed to get home and get

    the presents from the basement and place them under

    the tree. (We had cut down a

    small cedar tree by the side of the

    road down by the dump.) It was

    still dark and I couldn't see much, but

    there appeared to be some

    dark shadows in the car-or was that just a

    trick of the night? Something

    certainly looked different, but it was

    hard to tell what. When I reached

    the car I peered warily into one of the

    side windows. Then my jaw

    dropped in amazement.

    My old battered Chevy was filled full

    to the top with boxes of all

    shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the

    driver's side door, crumbled

    inside and kneeled in the front facing

    the back seat.

    Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of

    the top box. Inside was

    whole case of little blue jeans, sizes

    2-10! I looked inside

    another box: It was full of shirts to

    go with the jeans. Then I

    peeked inside some of the other boxes.

    There was candy and nuts and

    bananas and bags of groceries. There

    was an enormous ham for

    baking, and canned vegetables and

    potatoes.

    There was pudding and Jell-O and

    cookies, pie filling and flour.

    There was hole bag of laundry supplies

    and cleaning items.

    And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little

    doll..

    As I drove back through empty streets

    as the sun slowly rose on the

    most amazing Christmas Day of my life,

    I was sobbing with gratitude. And I will never forget the

    joy on the faces of my

    little ones that precious morning.

    ....Yes, there were angels in Indiana

    that long-ago December..

    And they all hung out at the Big Wheel

    truck stop....

  6. Boots~!

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    find ou thte brand name, oh and can u see if they have teh brown fur on the white boot too, they would match my jacket perfect then

    they arent mine either usually but for some reason i'm feelin them

    Im heading back up to Montreal the weekend of the 21st and im gonna get em :)

  9. These FUCKERS!!

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    ive had that shit blocked since day one, i mean im busy all day anyway but if i get a min when im the childrens center outpatient area and not on the floors then i would go on the internet, but im never able to get on cp cuz its blocked, i use to be able to go on aim but now thats not workin either, it does suck, so now i just bother people by email, lol, but i run out of things to say sometimes and just email stupid questions lol

    At my work are trying to block me from CP, myspace, and sicktracks...

    For now I am outsmarting them...but I am expecting this to cause complications in my internet life between the hours of 8 and 5 Monday through Friday in the near future.

    Anyone else have these problems??

  15. HaLlOwEeN PlAnS???

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    i really want to go to a halloween party this year, we didnt get to do anything last year cuz we hada wedding that day yes i know one of our 756878 weddings, but it was fun but i want to go to a party this year, i need some ideas too, the daisy duke costume looks cute but i need more options

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