Our Friends at NY City Jewelry

Our friends at NY City Jewelry have just re-opened after inventory updates! They are offering you beautiful AA+ and AAA quality pearls for amazingly low prices. The price advantage is brought to them by their buyer/supplier who is an American Jeweler with pearl farms in China. Each of the pearl items, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and sets, are carefully inspected and quality classed to pass the Gemological Institute of America's rigid standards. NY City Jewelry guarantees their pearls to be as described. Although it is August now...Christmas will be here before one realizes. Their motto is: Give her pearls for Christmas, give her pearls for her Birthday, Give her pearls for your Anniversary or just give her pearls!

Among the offerings are Freshwater pearls of magnificent quality ranging from fun shapes and colors to the ultimate in quality. Freshwater pearls are the most versatile of all pearl varieties. Freshwater pearls come in a variety of natural colors, are affordable yet beautiful and versatile.

Of course they also offer Saltwater Akoya Pearls first cultured by Kokichi Mikimoto of Japan. Still the world’s most popular pearl. Their prices will give you joy and allow her to wear the finest!

Also offered are Tahitian and South Sea pearls..the epitome of the pearl world. Go take a look NY City Jewelry While you are there follow the link to our Consulting Jeweler Edward L. Chavez, GIA's site and see some inspired Native American original designs.

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What Languages Do You Speak?

Sent To A Friend of Mine. I thought is was worth passing on! Will our children and grandchildren of non-hispanic parents who are not bi-lingual be able to get entry level jobs in retail while "working their way through college or other training"? Maybe not if they don't speak Spanish!

We pay very little attention to the people we elect...and I believe they
count on our 'absentee owner' mentality.

INCREDIBLE!!!!! BELIEVE THIS OR NOT!!

38 SENATORS VOTED TODAY AGAINST MAKING ENGLISH THE OFFICIAL LANGUAGE OF
AMERICA.

HERE THEY ARE:

Akaka (D-HI) Bayh (D-IN) Biden (D-DE) Bingaman (D-NM) Boxer
(D-CA) Cantwell (D-WA) Clinton (D-NY) Dayton (D-MN) Dodd (D-CT)
Domenici (R -NM) Durbin (D-IL) Feingold (D-WI) Fienstien (D-CA) Harkin
(D-IA) Inouye (D-HI) Jeffords (I-VT) Kennedy(D-MA) Kerry (D-MA) Kohl D-WI)
Lautenberg (D-NJ) Leahy (D-VT) Levin (D-MI) Lieberman (I-CT)
Menendez(D-NJ) Mikulski (D-MD) Murray (D-WA) Obama (D-IL) Reed (D-RI) Reid (D-NV)
Salazar D-CO) Sarbanes (D-MD) Schumer (D-NY) Stabenow (D-MI) Wyden (D-OR)


REMEMBER THIS THE DAY YOU VOTE.
PLEASE PASS THIS ON

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GOOD TRADE

A Bottle Of Wine

For all of us who are married, were married, wish you were married, or
wish you weren't married, this is something to smile about the next
time you open a bottle of wine:

Sally was driving home from one of her business trips in Northern
Arizona when she saw an elderly Navajo woman walking on the side of the
road. As the trip was a long and quiet one, she stopped the car and asked
the Navajo woman if she would like a ride.

With a silent nod of thanks, the woman got into the car. Resuming the
journey, Sally tried in vain to make a bit of small talk with the Navajo
woman. The old woman just sat silently, looking intently at everything
she saw, studying every little detail, until she noticed a brown bag on
the seat next to Sally.

"What's in the bag?" asked the old Navajo woman.

Sally looked down at the brown bag and said, "It's a bottle of wine. I
got it for my husband."

The Navajo woman was silent for another moment or two. Then speaking
with the quiet wisdom of an elder, she said, "Good trade."

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Food For Thought - What Goes Around Comes Around

His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while
trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from
a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.

There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and
struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could
have been a slow and terrifying death.

The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse
surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced
himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.

"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."

"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied
waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door
of the family hovel.

"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.

"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.

"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own
son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow
to be a man we both will be proud of." And that he did.

Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated
from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become
known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the
discoverer of Penicillin.

Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was
stricken with pneumonia.

What saved his life this time? Penicillin.

The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name?

Sir Winston Churchill.

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Destroying the Color Line

Destroying the Color Line



President Clinton joined prominent civil rights leader John Hope Franklin a few weeks ago at the New York Public Library for a riveting discussion about race in America today. In their discussion President Clinton and John Hope Franklin addressed the topic of the conspicuous color line that continues to divide many American communities and potential ways to eliminate it. Franklin chaired the President Clinton's Initiative on Race in 1997.

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JOIN ME WITH YOUR POINT OF VIEW

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Amazing!

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The Mayonaise Jar, by Linda Peregory

While playing in a garden
the little boy did find
a buttetrfly of such beauty
he was compelled
to provide a home,
for his special find.
A mayonaise jar,
label long washed off
a few holes punched
neatly in the lid,
He place his pretty treasure
tenderly inside.
Going to sleep happily
he had not one clue
that while he slept
the sleep of innocents
his pretty butterfly had died.
When he awakened
to look in on his butterfly
he was struck by the horror
of seeing his dead treasue
and knowing in his heart,
it hadn't had to die.
Tears of guilt flowed free
as he ran to show his mother
"Don't cry so hard, son"
Mother said as mothers often do
"let this be a lesson to be learned
Beauty belongs to all of us
Not to be imprisoned by another"
Mother's words stayed with him,
as he grew into a man.
He lived his life in kindness
growing strong and secure
in his own life's Divine plan.
The only thing he was missing
was the love of a woman in his life,
When one day he did chance to meet her,
he decided then and there
she would soon become his wife.
He took her from the quiet fields,
and planted her in a penthouse
above the city streets.
She gave him love
in her gentle way
but he began to notice
she seemed so far away.
Her eyes looked over miles
Cutting through time and space.
The faint glitter in her eyes
of unshed tears
mourned her quiet place.
Remembering his butterfly
he gently held his love
and gave her the gift
love never wants to give.
He kissed her gently
fought back the urge to cry.
as he bid her farewell he knew
he had given back the life
of his beloved butterfly.

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