Warrants Served in Anna Nicole's Death

27136. Thanks uuuhhooohh!!!

Posted at 9:49PM on Dec 25th 2007 by Why? IAJR

27137. 27132. To: fatima
...They also took Virgie to their room so she could talk to us in our chat room...

4,402 posted on 12/22/2007 10:09:12 AM PST by JusticeDenied

Posted at 8:35PM on Dec 25th 2007 by ...

Has Virgie ever came here?

Posted at 10:13PM on Dec 25th 2007 by I love Merry Sternoid Christmas

27138. Has Virgie ever came here?

Posted at 10:02PM on Dec 25th 2007 by I love Merry Sternoid Christmas

They are probably talking about a chat room not a forum like this.

Posted at 10:05PM on Dec 25th 2007 by Tom Turkey

27139. Cards from heaven have dead man talking

Tue Dec 25, 11:17 AM ET

ASHLAND, Ore. - Even in death, Chet Fitch is a card. Fitch, known for his sense of humor, died in October at age 88 but gave his friends and family a start recently: Christmas cards, 34 of them, began arriving — written in his hand with a return address of "Heaven."
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The greeting read: "I asked Big Guy if I could sneak back and send some cards. At first he said no; but at my insistence he finally said, 'Oh well, what the heaven, go ahead but don't (tarry) there.' Wish I could tell you about things here but words cannot explain.

"Better get back as Big Guy said he stretched a point to let me in the first time, so I had better not press my luck. I'll probably be seeing you (some sooner than you think). Wishing you a very Merry Christmas. Chet Fitch"

A friend for nearly 25 years, Debbie Hansen Bernard said, "All I could think was, 'You little stinker.'"

"It was amazing," she said. "Just so Chet, always wanting to get the last laugh."

The mailing was a joke Fitch worked on for two decades with his barber, Patty Dean, 57. She told the Ashland Daily Tidings this week that he kept updating the mailing list and giving her extra money when postal rates went up. This fall, she said, Fitch looked up to her from the chair.

"You must be getting tired of waiting to mail those cards," he told her. "I think you'll probably be able to mail them this year."

He died a week later.

Posted at 10:10PM on Dec 25th 2007 by repost from Heaven

27140. ty Tom

repost from Heaven, this story was told at my family table this very evening.

Posted at 10:15PM on Dec 25th 2007 by I love Have a Sternoid Christmas

27141. I came across this poem and I am not sure if I posted it or not and it isn't a Christmas Poem but I really like it so I thought I would post it anyway!


A CHOSEN VESSEL


The Master was searching for a vessel to use;
On the shelf there were many - which one would He choose?
Take me, cried the gold one, I'm shiny and bright,
I'm of great value and I do things just right.
My beauty and lustre will outshine the rest
And for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best!

The Master passed on with no word at all;
He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall;
I'll serve You, dear Master, I'll pour out Your wine
And I'll be at Your table whenever You dine,
My lines are so graceful, my carvings so true,
And my silver will always compliment You.

Unheeding the Master passed on to the brass,
It was widemouthed and shallow, and polished like glass.
Here! Here! cried the vessel, I know I will do,
Place me on Your table for all men to view.

Look at me, called the goblet of crystal so clear,
My transparency shows my contents so dear,
Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride,
And I'm sure I'll be happy in Your house to abide.
The Master came next to a vessel of wood,
Polished and carved, it solidly stood.
You may use me, dear Master, the wooden bowl said,
But I'd rather You used me for fruit, not for bread!

Then the Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay.
Empty and broken it helplessly lay.
No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose,
To cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use.

Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly. There's work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.

Posted at 10:16PM on Dec 25th 2007 by Mrs Marple

27142. 27146. 27132. To: fatima
...They also took Virgie to their room so she could talk to us in our chat room...

4,402 posted on 12/22/2007 10:09:12 AM PST by JusticeDenied

Posted at 8:35PM on Dec 25th 2007 by ...

Has Virgie ever came here?

Posted at 10:02PM on Dec 25th 2007 by I love Merry Sternoid Christmas

Interesting, but not quite accurate. To my knowledge, Virgie has never been in a chat room.. And while I'd love to chat with her, I certainly understand her not being there. And I can't imagine her reading or posting on TMZ either. Many times, both sides get into to topics that I'm sure she would find very distressing. I can't imagine reading details of my own child or grandchild's autopsy....so her absence from here makes sense to me.

Posted at 10:19PM on Dec 25th 2007 by Whack A Mole (finger) (formerly Mad Hatter)

27143. Mrs. Maple, in the poem, does he want to assist the "broken"? or is he a control freak?

Posted at 11:39PM on Dec 25th 2007 by I love Have a Sternoid Christmas

27144. 27152. Mrs. Maple, in the poem, does he want to assist the "broken"? or is he a control freak?
Posted at 11:39PM on Dec 25th 2007 by I love Have a Sternoid Christmas
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
IF He is a control freak would you have free choice?
IF He is a control freak would He forgive your sins?
IF He is a control freak would He give you eternal life?
IF He is... NO. HE IS AS HE SAYS HE IS. He has no need to lie to you or to fear you; He is THE MASTER.

It is apparent you have yet to encounter a situation beyond your own control. You know, one of those impossible situations where YOU can't control the outcome. Well, when it happens, you will understand. When you, a non-believer and doubting Thomas, have a personal encounter with the gracious forgiving love and compassion of the Master... an incredible awareness will take place. Brace yourself and be prepared to become humble... for you will. And then, your life will never be the same. And then you will never know the fear of eternal death. And then you will never fear the uncertainty in your life. And then you will become like a child unto the Mater. And you will give over your life willingly. And your eyes will be open and your heart will hear. And you will know the perfection of love.

It happened to me. It has happened to others I know. I do not worry for you for when you finally accept God you will understand. And you will be in shock and full of awe will your new understanding. And your life will be never the same. And you will know the comfort and security and love of He who created you.

I smile at what you have yet to understand. Blessings.

Posted at 1:24AM on Dec 26th 2007 by passing thru

27145. 27153. 27152. Mrs. Maple, in the poem, does he want to assist the "broken"? or is he a control freak?
Posted at 11:39PM on Dec 25th 2007 by I love Have a Sternoid Christmas
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
IF He is a control freak would you have free choice?
IF He is a control freak would He forgive your sins?
IF He is a control freak would He give you eternal life?
IF He is... NO. HE IS AS HE SAYS HE IS. He has no need to lie to you or to fear you; He is THE MASTER.

It is apparent you have yet to encounter a situation beyond your own control. You know, one of those impossible situations where YOU can't control the outcome. Well, when it happens, you will understand. When you, a non-believer and doubting Thomas, have a personal encounter with the gracious forgiving love and compassion of the Master... an incredible awareness will take place. Brace yourself and be prepared to become humble... for you will. And then, your life will never be the same. And then you will never know the fear of eternal death. And then you will never fear the uncertainty in your life. And then you will become like a child unto the Mater. And you will give over your life willingly. And your eyes will be open and your heart will hear. And you will know the perfection of love.

It happened to me. It has happened to others I know. I do not worry for you for when you finally accept God you will understand. And you will be in shock and full of awe will your new understanding. And your life will be never the same. And you will know the comfort and security and love of He who created you.

I smile at what you have yet to understand. Blessings.

Posted at 1:24AM on Dec 26th 2007 by passing thru
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Passing Thru: When I first read your post I thought you was challenging MY faith. Oh my goodness the post I wrote and the passion I felt when I wrote it. Thank you, because I have never had my faith challenged before (even if I missed understood the post) and responding was quite an event in my life. lol!

Sternoid Christmas; I think that is a good question. The poem explains that we can not be proud in our service to God. And what Passing Thru was explaining is that it seems that we have to go through a storm in our lives to really be able to truly accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior and God as our Master. We all do have free agency and I have learned that even means we can't pray for someone to change. That person and that person alone has the free agency to make that decision. For me it is not enough just to tithe, I feel that if I ever see anyone in need then it is my responsibility to help that person. I believe that anyone that God puts in my path it is my responsibility to love and care for that person. That the person was put in my path for a reason. It reminds me of the scripture that says it is harder for a rich man to go to heaven than it is for the camel to go through the eye of a needle. Sometimes it is easy for us to become so wrapped up in our own self worth that we have lost the ability to humble ourselves before the Lord and I might add if we truly love the Lord we cannot pass by anyone in need and not give to that person. That is because we are so filled with the Love that God and Jesus have for us that we just have to love that person in need.

And so I might add Passing Thru and Sternoid Christmas, I truly love you and I wish you both the Magic of Christmas in everyday of every year. May the Spirit of Love and the Joy of Giving and the overwhelming gratitude of every single little miracle that comes your way bring you Awe. I pray that you can rejoice over the miracle of each snow flake, each sunrise and sunset, of blue skies and green grass because these are all just some of incredible gifts that have been bestowed upon us. I pray that you are able to ponder the great miracle of each of God's creations. And the greatest gift and miracle of all Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior!

one last...

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Posted at 3:27AM on Dec 26th 2007 by Mrs Marple

27146.
And now it dawns a time when we will celebrate a new year. To me it is a time to reflect on the past year. To think about what has been achieved and what needs to be adapted for the new year. I have found myself looking back at past post and Folks I must say it is just a little discouraging. But I am beginning to think that finding Justice on this earth is a huge challenge and it is not for the weak of heart! lol! And so I thought I might post some past post as a moment of reflection on our past thoughts and endeavors.


http://www.tmz.com/2006/06/23/oil-tycoons-son-who-feuded-with-anna-nicole-dead/2#comments

24. Though his sudden death is not humorous in the least, I have always felt that she was entitled to a substantial sum. The old coot apparently married her with no pre-nup. He knew she was mainly in it for the money and at that age with that much money I doubt he cared. He may not have intended for her to have it all but I'm sure he didn't intend for her to go back to being broke after he died either. Like it or not she WAS his wife. His "aristocratic" family will do their level best to keep her from getting a dime I'm sure. After all, the family fortune was probably--by and large--made by professionally screwing people out of what was rightfully theirs. If she does get anything, I just hope that shady lawyer of hers doesn't run off to the Cayman Islands with it while she is passed out on Xanax and peach schnapps.

Posted at 5:35AM on Jun 26th 2006 by Voodooboy

Posted at 3:43AM on Dec 26th 2007 by Mrs Marple

27147. Sorry Folks but I ran across this one last poem that I just could not help but post because it explains much better what I was trying to explain in my previous post.

Not Only Christmas Day

Lord, this is my prayer
Not only on Christmas Day
But until I see You face to face
May I live my life this way:

Just like the baby Jesus
I ever hope to be,
Resting in Your loving arms
Trusting in Your sovereignty.

And like the growing Christ child
In wisdom daily learning,
May I ever seek to know You
With my mind and spirit yearning.

Like the Son so faithful
Let me follow in Your light,
Meek and bold, humble and strong
Not afraid to face the night.

Nor cowardly to suffer
And stand for truth alone,
Knowing that Your kingdom
Awaits my going home.

Not afraid to sacrifice
Though great may be the cost,
Mindful how You rescued me
From broken-hearted loss.

Like my risen Savior
The babe, the child, the Son,
May my life forever speak
Of who You are and all You've done.

So while this world rejoices
And celebrates Your birth,
I treasure You, the greatest gift
Unequaled in Your worth.

I long to hear the same words
That welcomed home Your Son,
"Come, good and faithful servant,"
Your Master says, "Well done."

And may heaven welcome others
Who will join with me in praise
Because I lived for Jesus Christ
Not only Christmas Day

-- Mary Fairchild

Posted at 3:59AM on Dec 26th 2007 by Mrs Marple

27148. Dear God,

Please let Virgie and her family have some peace this holiday season.

Love,
One of your children

Posted at 5:58AM on Dec 26th 2007 by Gerbils, Inc

27149.
Ah! This is the vessel I've been hoping to find,
I will mend and use it and make it all Mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of its self;
Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf;
Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud;
Nor one who displays his contents so proud;
Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right;
But this plain earthy vessel filled with My power and might.

Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay.
Mended and cleansed it and filled it that day.
Spoke to it kindly. There's work you must do,
Just pour out to others as I pour into you.
_____________________________________________________

Thank you, Mrs for your post and passing thru for your touching response...his eye is on the sparrow!

My dad served in WW2 as an Army Tank Sgt. One evening, he and his platoon were in a foxhole, surrounded by the enemy fire and tracers to help the enemy locate them. Anyone who tried to escape was killed by enemy fire or landmines--a few of my dad's buddies had tried. Everyone in the foxhole knew that they would be dead by morning.

A high ranking officer appeared out of nowhere on the edge of the foxhole. He told the men that they would be dead by morning or they could trust him to lead them to safety. Not everyone went but several guys, including my dad, followed. They followed the man as they dodged landmines and enemy fire until they finally reached safety. Once my dad and others turned to thank the officer---he was gone. My dad heard the bomb go off in the foxhole--no one who remained had survived. My dad gave his life to Christ--and all those who had followed the stranger.
(Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. Heb 13:2)

My dad didn't become a preacher or an evangelist. When he got home, he got drunk and lived hard for awhile--he was out of that foxhole. He had already given his life to Christ---a life he wouldn't have lived had he not been saved. All of his years were a gift and, even though he had neglected his promise for awhile, he belonged to the Lord who never left him. (King James Bible
And I give unto them eternal life; and they shall never perish, neither shall any man pluck them out of my hand. John 10:28)

My dad spent his life in humble love for other people. He constantly smiled and reached out to strangers. He didn't boast about what he knew or what he had--he simply was a bright light in a world becoming a darker and scarier place. Genuine, humble Love. Strangers flocked to him.

I just wanted to share these thoughts with you all. My dad is still alive--and will soon be 83. He is physically healthy but he has Alzheimer's and it's very humbling for me to see the person I have always known disappear before my very eyes. He can no longer read his Bible but he has the love that the Lord put into his heart--and he still smiles at strangers while he probably secretly fears the darkness that is enveloping his own mind. The Lord provided for my dad all through his life--just as he promised in his Word. One day, he will become new again--and his mind will forever be restored.

DW

Posted at 7:18AM on Dec 26th 2007 by Writing on the Wall

27150. PS----my dad kept that poem on his wall at work and I wanted to honor my dad by sharing his story.

Posted at 7:31AM on Dec 26th 2007 by Writing on the Wall