Well, The Verdict has been reached in the Conrad Murray trial-The Doctor accused of killing pop singer Michael Jackson. The doctor was found Guilty of Manslaughter by the Jury!! According to an article in USA Today Online edition: " Jackson, 50, died on June 25, 2009, of an overdose of the surgical anesthetic propofol, aggravated by effects of the sedative lorazepam. Murray, 58, was charged with a single count of involuntary manslaughter. He pleaded not guilty."
And, in other news, " A judge on Monday blocked a U.S. government requirement that would have begun forcing tobacco companies next year to put graphic images including dead and diseased smokers on their cigarette packages." according to an article in USA Today Online Edition.
And, " Justin Bieber plans to take a paternity test when he returns from Europe in two weeks." according to the USA Today Online editions
And, The Ravens beat the Steelers-Marylanders love their " Purple Pride!" According to an article in the Baltimore Sun Online edition: " But how big was the Ravens' 23-20 victory over the Steelers in the boiling cauldron of noise that was Heinz Field on Sunday night? Let's put it this way: According to those who were there, the post-game celebration behind closed doors in the Ravens locker room was loud enough to be heard in Wyoming.And I've never seen John Harbaugh so amped after a game. Same goes for Joe Flacco, who, after most wins, tends to have the demeanor of the BGE guy who's just arrived at your house to check the meter."
And, " The difference between the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Ravens is no longer in the quarterback.
When the game was on the line Sunday night, Ravens quarterback Joe Flacco outlasted Pittsburgh quarterback and rival Ben Roethlisberger." according to an article in Baltimore Sun Online Edition.
According to an article in ESPN Online edition: : " Because Sunday night, after quarterback Joe Flacco led the Ravens back from the dead against Pittsburgh, after wide receiver Torrey Smith finally married his fingertips with the pigskin, you would have thought Baltimore had won a championship, not just a regular-season game in early November."
According to an article in the Christian Post Online edition: " The financial news site, The Street, reports, “HarperCollins, the publishing house of News Corp., will buy Bible seller Thomas Nelson at a discount to the $473 million that private equity firm InterMedia paid to take the company private in 2006.”
And, It looks as though Barnes and Noble Book store will be coming out with the New Nook Tablet this holiday season! It will be competing with Amazon'a Kindle Fire Tablet expected to be available for purchase this holiday season as well I am thinking of purchasing an E-Reader but I don't which one to purchase though? I will be doing some research, and maybe driving to the B&N store to play around with the New Nook Color. I can't play around with the Kindle Fire Tablet though, so I will have to rely on reviews on Youtube web site.
Time to go run some errands..But I will leave you with a
story that i found interesting. The title of the story is " The Pig That
Went to Church" Enjoy your day and the story...
The Pig That Went to Church
by S.E. Schlosser
" In the nineteen-thirties and early forties, when my
grandmother Mildred was a young woman, she settled in New Jersey with her
husband Loyd. They lived in an old
green farmhouse surrounded by fields, with few neighbors, and a large white
church with a revival-style campground just up the block from their home.
And Loyd was an electrical engineer by day and a lay pastor
for the Free Methodist Church at night and on weekends. Mildred was a nurse and a mother who happily
juggled her career around the lives of four children and a very active
minister.
The family maintained a large kitchen garden, a grape
orchard, and some hens and pigs to supplement their food bills. Much of this work fell to Mildred, who spent
many a Saturday washing laundry by hand, ironing, cleaning, and cooking. She also helped look after the livestock
until the children were old enough to take over this chore.
One year, a very small pig joined the family. It was a cute little female pig – due to be
bacon in the fall. Her engaging
personality soon earned her the name Sal, though Mildred came from the old
school Pennsylvania Dutch clan that knew however much you enjoyed Sal growing
up, her eventual fate was to feed the family during the winter months.
Happily unaware of this future, Sal fell in love with
Mildred and started following her around everywhere she went. The pig learned fairly early how to escape
from the pen, and no one was terribly stringent about returning her to her
abode. Sal grazed near the clothesline
while Mildred hung the washing, peered inquiringly at the chickens when Mildred
took them their mash, lay contentedly in the shade near her feet while she
snapped green beans, tried to enter the garden while she weeded (though she was
shooed away before she could eat the vegetables) and was heartbroken when she
returned into the house. Sal herself
attempted to enter the house a few times, but was promptly evicted, and was
forced to wait longingly for her favorite to come out-of-doors again.
The children were delighted by the friendly pig, but none of
them captured her heart the way Mildred did.
Worst of all to Sal’s mind were the days when the family dressed up in
their finest and marched over the field to the small church at the top of the
street, where Loyd ministered weekly to his flock. She would disconsolately watch this
procession from the pen where she had been securely latched in, her snout
pressed against the wire until Mildred disappeared from sight into the church.
One day, Sal could bear the Sunday separation no
longer. Expertly unlatching the door to
the pig-pen, she trotted across the field and clambered up the cement staircase
to the large portal of the church. After
a few experiments with the handle, Sal managed to get the door open, and
trotted into the vestibule.
What an amazing place this was, covered with a dark red
carpet and filled with pamphlets and other paraphernalia. But Sal was a pig on a mission, and her nose
told her that Mildred was ahead of her, in the big echoing room where Loyd was
declaiming his sermon in the best tradition of the evangelist (loud, and when
you’ve got an important point, very loud.)
Sal poked her snout through the open doors to the sanctuary
and peered inside at the funny long wooden pews facing the altar, and all the
people sitting in their fancy garb, their eyes fixed on Loyd. Then she spotted Mildred in the front pew,
gazing piously up at her husband, and she let out a snort of joy. Heads turned as the pig trotted down the carpeted
aisle. Loyd stopped in mid-declaim, his
mouth dropping open in shock. All around
him, the congregation broke out into startled whispers and the children started
giggling and pointing.
“It’s Sal,” little David exclaimed to his sisters, as
Mildred stared at the rapidly approaching pig in shock and horror.
Sal broke into a lope, grunting happily, her muddy body
perfuming the air of the sanctuary with the unforgettable smell of the
farmyard. She slid to a halt right
before the altar, thrusting her large head into Mildred’s lap. Pandemonium broke out all over the church,
but the noise was pierced by a shout from the pulpit. “MILDRED!” roared her evangelist-husband, “Get that pig out of here!”
“Yes dear,” Mildred said hurriedly, her face turning bright
red with embarrassment.
She tried to shove Sal’s head out of her lap, but the pig
refused to be parted from her beloved.
It wasn’t until Mildred rose and tugged on her neck that she deigned to
move. It took a few more shoves from
both Mildred and her son David before Sal was removed from the altar. But when Mildred finally headed for the side
door nearest the pulpit, the pig followed her out of the sanctuary and into the
hall.
Mildred was tempted to push the pig out the door and slam it
in her face, but she knew that Sal would just go around to the front and nose
her way back into the vestibule. With a
sigh, she escorted the pig all the way, to the delighted sound of Sal’s
grunting. The pig was downcast to be
thrust back into her pen, but Mildred ignored her pleading eyes and found
several big boards to wedge across the door, preventing further egress. By the time she was finished, the first of
the congregants was filing out of the church, and were casting their eyes
across the field curiously to see what had become of Mildred. Straightening her hat and shaking out her
skirts, Mildred marched across the field to face the music.
The pig pen received a brand-new, pig-proof latch before the
end of the day, and Sal never went to church again. "
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