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Once upon a time in the kingdom of Heaven, God was
missing for six days. Eventually, Michael the archangel found him,
resting on the seventh day.
He inquired of God. "Where have you been?"
God sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction and proudly pointed downwards
through the clouds, "Look, Michael. Look what I've made."
Archangel Michael looked puzzled and said, "What is it?"
"It's a planet," replied God, "and I've put Life on
it. I'm going to call it Earth and it's going to be a great place of
balance."
"Balance?" inquired Michael, still confused.
God explained, pointing to different parts of earth. "For example,
northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth but
cold and harsh while southern Europe is going to be poor but sunny and
pleasant. "I have made some lands abundant in water and other lands
parched deserts.
"This one will be extremely hot and while this one
will be very cold and covered in ice.
The Archangel, impressed by God's work, then pointed to a land mass
and said "What's that one?"
"Ah," said God. "That's GEORGIA -- the most glorious place on earth.
There are beautiful beaches, streams, hills, and forests. The people
from GEORGIA are going to be handsome, modest, intelligent and
humorous and they are going to be found traveling the world. They will
be extremely sociable, hardworking and high achieving, and they will
be known throughout the world as diplomats and carriers of peace."
Michael gasped in wonder and admiration but then proclaimed, "What
about balance, God? You said there would be balance!"
God replied wisely, "Wait until you see the idiots I put in
ATLANTA."
---Author
Unknown


Note: If you are
not a resident of GEORGIA or never have lived in the hot, humid
South, you may not understand the weight of this blessing!
Bless this house, oh Lord, we cry.
Please keep it cool in mid-July.
Bless the walls where termites dine,
While ants and roaches march in time.
Bless our yard where spiders pass
Fire ant castles in the grass.
Bless the garage, a home to please
Carpenter beetles, ticks and fleas.
Bless the love bugs, two by two, the gnats and
mosquitoes that feed on you. Millions of creatures that fly or crawl,
in GEORGIA, Lord, you've put them all!
But this is home, and here we'll stay,
So thank you Lord, for insect spray.

YOU KNOW YOU ARE
IN GEORGIA IN JULY WHEN. . . .
The
birds have to use potholders to pull worms out of the ground.
The
trees are whistling for the dogs.
The best
parking place is determined by shade instead of distance.
Hot
water now comes out of both taps.
You can
make sun tea instantly.
You
learn that a seat belt buckle makes a pretty good branding iron.
The
temperature drops below 95 and you feel a little chilly.
You
discover that in July it only takes 2 fingers to steer your car.
You
discover that you can get sunburned through your car window.
You
actually burn your hand opening the car door.
You
break into a sweat the instant you step outside at 7:30 a.m.
Your
biggest bicycle wreck fear is, "What if I get knocked out and end up
lying on the pavement and cook to death?"
You
realize that asphalt has a liquid state.
The
potatoes cook underground, so all you have to do is pull one out and
add butter, salt and pepper.
Farmers
are feeding their chickens crushed ice to keep them from laying boiled
eggs.
The cows
are giving evaporated milk.
Ah, what a place to call home. God Bless Our State
of Georgia!!




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