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Nov 6

Fort Hood Tragic Shootings

Posted on Friday, November 6, 2009 in Articles

Fort Hood TexasWhat???? How can such a thing Happen? Are we all asleep at the wheel? So wrapped up in ourselves we do not notice what is happening around us. Or is it we the people are just not heard anymore in this world of hunger,
greed and hate.  It seems if some do not get their way, they are leaving and taking others with them. If any of you are so unhappy or mad please share your pain and be released of this evil grip that has you. No matter your religion, you know there is a higher power to pray to and help. For me it is God and My Saviour Jesus Christ. Seek help and rid evil thoughts. How selfish to harm others.  But you know we cause pain to others every day. We kill with our words and think nothing of it because that person is still alive. We do not see or feel the pain we have caused, perhaps we choose to be blind. But the pain is still there. I feel the pain. Do YOU? How often do we say things we know will hurt, and say it anyway?  To Many!!! Each Day may be our last.  How do we know we will make it home again? We all  need to wake up and live life to the fullest each day.   Tell those you love, you love them. Show others some kindness with a smile and kind words  Turn off that wonderful cell phone and talk to a real person. Eye contact. Pray and take a walk with God. Each day may be our last, make it count.  The ones you love may not come home so what are you going to do?

May God Please Bless All the Families involved.  May peace come to them soon. Please accept all in to your KINGDOM and heal all these hurting souls. Oh Father heal the wounded, body  mind and soul.  Bless us all that we can learn from this  evil act and cast out the devil.  Grant us the wisdom to help each other. By the Grace of God , please , Help us all to help each other.  Bless us to not harm others and to show love and joy to all we come in contact with. Help Us to help others in their time of need.   Praise the Lord for he, IS GOD, and GOOD.  Please Bring Justice to all .  IN GOD WE TRUST
In the Name Of Jesus Christ


Nov 6

A Message By George Carlin:

Posted on Friday, November 6, 2009 in Articles

George Carlin

The paradox of our time in history is that we
have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower
viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have
bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have
more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life not life to years. We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things.

We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We’ve conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold  more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small
character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands,  overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill.  It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stock room. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and  a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete.

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn’t cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ‘I love you’ to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious
thoughts in your mind.


Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

Nov 6

How To Reset Photoshop To It’s Default Settings

Posted on Friday, November 6, 2009 in How To's

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OK you screwed up and your Photoshop installation has headed south in a big way, heres how to get it back to all It’s former glory.

Open Photoshop then quickly hold down all three Ctrl+Alt+Shift keys as Photoshop loads, you should get a prompt asking if you would like to “delete the Photoshop settings file”, Click yes, You should now have all of the settings returned to their defaults.

Nov 6

Keep Photoshop From Auto Updating

Posted on Friday, November 6, 2009 in How To's

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Turn off automatic updates on the Windows OS If your computer is connected to the internet, then you can change the Adobe Updater preferences to not check for updates.

To Change the Adobe Updater preferences, do the following:

1.Start the AdobeUpdater.exe application from
 …\Program Files\Common Files\Adobe\Updater 5
2.When the update screen appears, click the Preferences button
3.Uncheck the Automatically Check for updates checkbox and click OK
If your computer does not have an internet connection, then you can manually edit the AdobeUpdaterPreferences.dat file.

To manually edit the AdobeUpdaterPreferences.dat file, do the following:

1.Start the AdobeUpdater.exe application from
 …\Program Files\Common Files\Adobe\Updater 5
2.When the Adobe Updater dialog appears stating that there is no Internet
connection, click Cancel.
3.Navigate to
…\Documents and Settings\[username]\Local Settings\Application Data\Adobe\Updater5 on Windows XP or
…\[username]\AppData\Local\Adobe\Updater5 on Vista and open
AdobeUpdaterPrefs.dat with Notepad.
4.If the <AutoCheck>1</AutoCheck> tag already exists, then change the value
from 1 to 0. Otherwise, add the line <AutoCheck>0</AutoCheck> anywhere between
the <AdobeUpdater></AdobeUpdater> tags.
5.Close and save the AdobeUpdaterPrefs.dat file.

Nov 6

Screwed By Hughes?

Posted on Friday, November 6, 2009 in Articles

Hughesnet Wheel ChockHughesnet Toilet Paper HolderHughesnet Door Stop




Hughesnet, Direcway, Direcpc Whatever you want to call it this week a Turd is a Turd and they all smell the same. With their poor performance and the worst customer service I have ever experienced there are actually a few things you can use them for that work (see pictures). Howard Hughes would be turning over in his grave if he knew what these idiots have done to his name with this lousy company. If you have any other choice for a internet service provider such as cable or dsl stay away from these turkeys. The problem is with us people who live out in the boonies we don’t have much of a choice. Dialup is to slow and often doesn’t work due to long runs and noisy lines, the only other choice if you can get a signal is a wireless card. This choice is fine if you just do e-mail and casual browsing but go past the usual 5 gig limit and you will go broke fast. Either way you go be it Hughesnet or wireless you won’t be watching any full length movies from Netflix or other movie providers. I think it is so wrong because you live in the country you are treated as second class citizens and can’t have fair access to such services at a reasonable prices like those city slickers.

Nov 6

Puppy Mills An Unimaginable Nightmare

Posted on Friday, November 6, 2009 in Articles

PuppyFound this on the web a while back, this is a must read for any animal lover. It amazes me how cruel humans can be not only to their fellow man but to a poor defenseless animal. This story although fictional tells of some of the cruelties that occur in a ”Puppy Mill” from the dogs point of view.

A Puppy Mill Nightmare:

I remember it like it was yesterday, It was dirty and smelled horrible.
One of my mom’s neighbors from above us was rotting away, and had been for several months. The body fluids of her that hadn’t already leaked on my mom months before, were leaking on me. There were feces falling in between the wires of the cages over us. Urine was dripping on my head and the mom next to me lay rotting and decomposing.
My mom started licking me but soon stopped. Her fur was very soft but badly tangled. It had feces from various dogs matted in it and it was soaking wet with urine. I cuddled in her fur, in hopes to escape this awfull place.
She was very skinny so her warm body didn’t provide much comfort. She
just licked me and said, “Don’t worry. It’ll be alright.” Then she told me that
my brothers and sisters would be here soon so I had to move. My mom was very exhausted and tired because she had no water to drink that summer day.
The next day I awoke to my mom licking me. I had about 4 brothers and sisters. Mom was trying to feed us as much as she could but she could only produce so much milk. She barely produced enough to feed us since she had no food or water for herself.
I quickly fell asleep to have a short escape from this terrible place. I really
wanted to lie on something dry and cool, not wet and hot. But I had no choice. I had to manage to live in this filthy cage.
I turned around but the cage had holes that were much bigger than my feet.
A couple times I fell through the holes and the dogs below growled and snapped at me. My mom taught me to balance on the wires. That was very difficult, though, because they were really slippery from blood, urine, feces, and body fluids.
A weird looking man took me out of my cage and pulled out scissors. His hands were very cold and and very dirty. What he did next was unbelievable, he cut off my tail. Oh, the pain! I whined and he yelled at me. He said,
“Oh shut up you f*ckin piece of sh*t!” Then he proceded to hurt my brothers and sisters like he did me. Our tails were bleeding for hours…and hour…and
hours. It hurt so bad I thought dying would be better.
As I grew older, my mom had another litter of puppies so I was forced to eat something other than her milk. She didn’t have enough to feed two litters. I only had a couple of pebbles of food a day, and if I was lucky, maybe a sip of water. The food tasted like cardboard and was swarmed with flies. Any water that I recieved was basically just diluted urine. My toe also got caught in the wires. As I tugged at it, the wires managed to
slice it right off. The pain was tremendous but when I was a really young pup, I learned to take it and deal with whatever fear or anguish or pain I may be forced to deal with. My toe also bled for many hours. It hurt really bad because the wires that I had sliced it on were covered with urine and feces. A man walked by my cage and I crawled away in fear. I remember him say, “They’ll make some dough. We should keep this one though. She’ll produce good lookin’ pups.” He was pointing at me.
Later I noticed that my mom stopped moving. I pawed at her face but she wouldn’t give me any encouraging words like she normally did. I tried to get her to wake up but she just layed there, Lifeless. I cried all night long, hoping I would wake up to my mom licking me and telling me it would be all right like she used to. But that never happened. I just crawled up next to her and cried. I cried for her and all the other dogs in this horrible place. I missed her greatly but also knew I had to be strong for her and myself.
My siblings and I were taken out of our cage. I was put into a smaller cage, and my siblings were put into a truck and left, I never saw them again. My mom was left in the cage, she was taken out 6 months later and thrown on the ground in front of me. They only took her out of there to replace her with two young male and female pups.
I saw the man walk over to another cage. He said, “Oh he’s cute. He’ll make some good lookin’ ones.” Another guy next to him then said, “…and maybe he’ll make us more dough someday!” Then they placed him in the cage with me and both laughed.
So there we were, he was my age, we became best friends and played all the time. But one day when we were playing I got scared. He just said, “Don’t worry. We’re just playing and having fun.” He was later taken out of my cage, he was gone forever, my one and only friend.
It was getting colder out and water was falling from above. From above the
cages. From above the clouds. From heaven. From God. I figured God was on my side, giving me water and all. I was still struggling for food though.
One day my stomach started hurting and I had this sudden urge to poop, I
thought. Out came 5 little pups, 3 girls and 2 boys. They were my babies. I was barely producing enough milk to feed them with because I had no food and water for myself. Those little babies were my only hope. My darlings grew older and the girls were taken away. Soon one of my sons started playing with me like my friend did. I tried to get away but he insisted. Plus there wasn’t any room to move around in this small cage.
When summer rolled around, I turned a year old and was giving birth to my second litter of pups. It was getting extremely hot but I had no water to drink. No food to eat. But as long as I had my darlings, I figured I could live through this.
My neighbor from above died. His body fluids were leaking all over my puppies and me. I tried to cover them like how my mom did but I could see how she had little success. I was so skinny that it didn’t even really matter anymore.
A lady walked by and I tried to hide, I crawled away in fear. The only
experiences I ever had with humans were awful and I didn’t want to get yelled at or beaten again…and I especially didn’t want my pups beaten or yelled at. I also didn’t want her to take my newborns away from me like how I was taken away from my Mom and not how my first litter was taken away from me. They needed me. And only me. Next to the lady were two men. They had blue shirts and stiff hats on. They had these gold badges on with long numbers attached. Next to that was a name tag. They were even scarier. They reached for me and took my puppies and me out of
the cage. That was really scary. Were they going to hurt me? What were they planning to do with my puppies? My pups were only a week old!
The next thing I knew I was lying on a cement floor in a really big cage. The
place was huge and extremely clean. There wasn’t feces, urine, or corpses
everywhere. It was a lot cooler than where I used to be, there were lots of
dogs there, but I had my very own cage. I had this cone shaped thing around my head and My stomach itched. Was I going to have another litter? My puppies were all with me. We had a bowl of cold water and a tray of dog food. Was I being saved?
The lady came over and took me in a small room with someone called a “vet”. He trimmed my fur and did tests on me to see if I was ok. He also said
something about Rabies, Mange, congenital problems, mild hip displaysia, an infection in the front right foot, and an infected tail that “needed to be
treated immediately”…whatever that means. He also said he’d have to run tests to be sure I didn’t have parvovirus, since “…80% of the dogs from that God awful place had this horrible disease”.
The lady gave me pills to “get rid of my illnesses”, or so she said. She also
rubbed this cream stuff on my foot and my butt. It stung a little bit, I cried
but soon stopped, remembering that I would get yelled at if I cried, but I
didn’t. She assured me that it would make me feel better and get rid of my limp. Then she called a lady over and they both looked at my tail. They were talking about how it could have gotten infected and why it was so short. The second lady suggested dirty scissors, I began to like her. I always felt some sort of security when I was around her.
Two people came by my cage a few weeks later, the lady said they might want to take me home with them. What was home? Was I going back to that horrible place? They asked questions like, “What breed is she supposed to be?” and “Approximately how old is she estimated to be?” and sometimes an occasional “Oh, I don’t know” or a “We want a puppy” and a “What about the pet shop, hun?” They kind of scared me.
The next day I was in something called a car. The lady said they were taking me home. I was so afraid that I was going back to what they called a “puppy mill”. When we arrived, my “owners” showed me a corner with a pile of blankets. They were really colorful and didn’t have any holes in them or dogs above and below them. They said I could lie down there. This place was even better than the “clinic.” There was carpeting, and it was oh-so-ever soft. I kept slipping on the tile floor in the kitchen though. My owners always giggled when I slipped, and I was glad they were happy, which in turn made me happy. They also showed me where my water and food was and where to go when I want to go outside to “do my job”. They were confusing me. What was “doing my job”? Why would I want to go outside?
My “name” was Millie, and whenever they said my name they gave pet me or would play with me. If I was lucky, I got a scratch on the butt, behind the ear, or even a belly rub. I never had this kind of attention from humans at the “puppy mill”.
I was taught how to play, at first they threw a ball for me and I was like,
“What do you want me to do?” I wanted to please them but it was hard because I never learned any of this when I was younger. So they taught me how to fetch balls and play tug of war. I got to play with other dogs, which I couldn’t do at the puppy mill. My only purpose at the mill was to make a profit for the owners.
This was heaven to me, I got to go swimming and play frisbee, chase balls and play tug of war. Never had I been in such a great place with such nice people.
Now I know I can trust people.
I had been living there for three years when I began experiencing great
difficulty to breathe. It was hard to walk and I couldn’t balance very well, so
I was taken to the vet. The vet ran some tests and said, “Even at the age of
four, she has cancer In her lungs and in her brain. This is because of poor
breeding at the puppy mill. It also appears that she has a very severe case of Hip Dysplasia.”
Then he said, “I think it would be best to end her suffering and put her to sleep.” I happily agreed, because I liked to go to sleep!
A week later I went back to the vet. My two owners held me and cried. They kept repeating, “I love you so much. I love you so much…” Then the vet pulled out a big pink thing with a needle on the end. I figured he was going to make me go to sleep. I got excited. My owners signed some papers and cried even harder. The vet told me to relax and told my owners that “it would be a pain free and a very soothing moment for her.”
A flash of colors came across my eyes, my vision started to blur and I felt so
extrmely relaxed. It is hard to explain, really, I felt as if I were dreaming.
I started feeling guilty, though, because I was so happy, yet so sad because my owners were sad. I hated enjoying myself while my owners were heartbroken. Suddenly it came to me, I knew what was going on. I was dying…but peacefully. So I said goodbye the only way I knew how…a gentle wag of my short, stubby tail and a lick of my owners hands. They set my head on their arms and told me that I could let go.
Then I saw a fresh green field, with all my neighbors, children, friends, etc.
They told me I would be ok now and that I’ve escaped the agony and pain that the puppy mill had caused me. But the most important soul I saw was my mom, I cried and told her about that fateful night she died and the day they took her out. All she said was, “I know, I was there watching over you to make sure you would be ok and would be saved, and to make sure you got a very good home. Then she started to lick me and said, “Don’t worry…it’ll be alright.” Then I told her, “I’ve been waiting for you to say that for such a very long time.”
We all played together until I saw some of my friends owners were coming across a big bridge. I felt absolutely wonderful…no pain. Except in my heart. I missed my people so much.
There I waited, At the bridge with my mom, my mom who was unlucky, my mom who was too weak to live until the rescue came. My mom who should have had a home, my mom who had no owner.
But she did, in fact, have a home, In my heart. So there we waited For my
owners, and when the time came, we would all cross the bridge together and never be separated ever again. No longer would any of us feel any pain or grief, from then on…we wouldn’t ever suffer again.
My owners are coming now, They’re meeting my mom and it’s like they’ve all known each other since the beginning of time. As we cross the Bridge now, my mom licks me and says, “Don’t worry. We’ll be alright now and forever…” All of our pain is gone and it will never come back again.

Author: Unknown (Edited)

Remember this when you visit a pet store next time.

Their are many animals in your local animal shelter looking for a good home so don’t support “Puppy Mills” by buying from a pet store or any other mass animal breeders.