 | About Me | Oct 30, 2007 |
First off, the pic you see of Munchie and I is an old one!! Wish I were that skinny now! Munchie is one of my past " angel" dogs! My dad was short! Until a few years ago,,and I am 52 now, I never realized my dad was short! When I relized this , I called my sister Cindy and exclaimed to her " Cindy,,dad was short! Did you know that???" Cindy agreed that it was somewhat of a revalation to her as well! All during the time we were growing up, and up until he passed away at the age of 53 , my dad was a 'big' man! He had charisma,,lots and lots of it!!! Dad was the last born to a family of 10. His family was hard pressed, to say the least, to get by,,to even have the essentials in life, let alone any luxuries. My dad's dad was an abusive alcoholic, who could care less about his wife, or his children. My dad cared, he quit school in the 6th grade to support his family. He did any job at all that would put food on the table. He walked along the railroad tracks as a very young man to find any bits of coal to keep the family warm, he went into the army at a very young age and sent his whole pay home to his family. Whereupon his mother would try to hide it from his father before he got his hands on it and " drank it up". He supported one of my aunts who had a child out of wedlock ( and in those long ago days it was beyond taboo for an unwed mother to give birth to, let alone keep a child). He then met and married my mother and adopted her child, my sister , as his own. Dad coached little league, was a part time policeman, constable, volunteer fireman, and on top of all that, worked full time, overtime in a hot dirty foundry. I can still hear him saying to me, his 3rd elest daughter, " Get an education,,don't end up like me honey!" End up like him?? A man that everyone in town, in fact everyone he met, liked, or loved for that matter? End up like him,,a man that took all of his children to Sunday school and church ( my mother rarely attended), on Sundays,,every cotton picking Sunday ( lol)!!! End up like him??? A good, decent man who married a woman who though he loved dearly, did not love him back. End up like him??? Although not a wonderful father by some standards, worked hard to provide for his children. A man who during my teenage years, I treated very badly ( and yes, I regret it now, but I was a stupid kid). A man who. when I came to my senses at about the age of 20, became my dear friend, my confidant, my coffee drinking, smoking buddy,,,, my dad. Yes, he finally became, or should I say, I let him become, my dad, what I think he wanted to be all along. And then, when I was 22, my dad died. It took me years to even be able to say, 'He died",,I just couldn't say those words, couldn't belive that my daddy,,my wonderful father who I was just now becoming to know , to love fiercely...to count on,,,was dead. And never, never would I have the chance to drink coffe with, bs with,,love... And he was short,,MY DAD WAS SHoRt!!! And end up like him???? I pray that I do  | My dad was SHORT!!!
Apr 7, '08 12:32 AM
for everyone
My dad was short!
Until a few years ago,,and I am 52 now, I never realized my dad was short! When I relized this , I called my sister Cindy and exclaimed to her " Cindy,,dad was short! Did you know that???" Cindy agreed that it was somewhat of a revalation to her as well!
All during the time we were growing up, and up until he passed away at the age of 53 , my dad was a 'big' man! He had charisma,,lots and lots of it!!!
Dad was the last born to a family of 10. His family was hard pressed, to say the least, to get by,,to even have the essentials in life, let alone any luxuries. My dad's dad was an abusive alcoholic, who could care less about his wife, or his children. My dad cared, he quit school in the 6th grade to support his family. He did any job at all that would put food on the table. He walked along the railroad tracks as a very young man to find any bits of coal to keep the family warm, he went into the army at a very young age and sent his whole pay home to his family. Whereupon his mother would try to hide it from his father before he got his hands on it and " drank it up". He supported one of my aunts who had a child out of wedlock ( and in those long ago days it was beyond taboo for an unwed mother to give birth to, let alone keep a child). He then met and married my mother and adopted her child, my sister , as his own.
Dad coached little league, was a part time policeman, constable, volunteer fireman, and on top of all that, worked full time, overtime in a hot dirty foundry. I can still hear him saying to me, his 3rd elest daughter, " Get an education,,don't end up like me honey!" End up like him?? A man that everyone in town, in fact everyone he met, liked, or loved for that matter? End up like him,,a man that took all of his children to Sunday school and church ( my mother rarely attended), on Sundays,,every cotton picking Sunday ( lol)!!! End up like him??? A good, decent man who married a woman who though he loved dearly, did not love him back. End up like him??? Although not a wonderful father by some standards, worked hard to provide for his children. A man who during my teenage years, I treated very badly ( and yes, I regret it now, but I was a stupid kid).
A man who. when I came to my senses at about the age of 20, became my dear friend, my confidant, my coffee drinking, smoking buddy,,,, my dad. Yes, he finally became, or should I say, I let him become, my dad, what I think he wanted to be all along.
And then, when I was 22, my dad died. It took me years to even be able to say, 'He died",,I just couldn't say those words, couldn't belive that my daddy,,my wonderful father who I was just now becoming to know , to love fiercely...to count on,,,was dead. And never, never would I have the chance to drink coffe with, bs with,,love...
And he was short,,MY DAD WAS SHoRt!!!
And end up like him????
I pray that I do
| Mar 11, '12 7:50 PM
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'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?'
'Yes sir,' the student says.
'So you believe in God?'
'Absolutely.'
'Is God good?'
'Sure! God's good.'
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'
'Yes'
'Are you good or evil?'
'The Bible says I'm evil.'
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'
'Yes sir, I would.'
'So you're good...!'
'I wouldn't say that.'
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'
The student remains silent.
'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.
'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'
'Er..yes,' the student says.
'Is Satan good?'
The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'
'Then where does Satan come from?'
The student falters. 'From God'
'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'
'Yes'
'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'
Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'
The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'
'So who created them?'
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized. 'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'
The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'
The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'
'No sir. I've never seen Him.'
'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'
'No, sir, I have not.'
'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'
'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'
'Yet you still believe in him?'
'Yes'
'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?'
'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'
'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'
The student stands quietly for a moment, before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'
" Yes.
'And is there such a thing as cold?'
'Yes, son, there's cold too.'
'No sir, there isn't.'
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain. 'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.'
'Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'
Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.
'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'
'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'
'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word.'
'In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'
The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'
'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'
'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'
'It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'
'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey?'
'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'
'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.
'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.
'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'
The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?' The class breaks out into laughter.
'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'
'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.
Finally, after what seems an eternity, the old man answers. 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'
'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'
Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it everyday It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'
To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God. It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'
The professor sat down.
If you read it all the way through and had a smile on your face when you finished, mail to your friends and family with the title 'God vs Science'
PS: the student was Albert Einstein
| Woman and a Fork
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.
' What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.
'This is very important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'
So, I just want people to see me there in that cask et with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.'
The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Friends are a very rare jewel , indeed They make you smile and encourage you to succeed . They lend an ear, they share a word of praise , and they always want to open their hearts to us .
Show your friends how muc h you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to 'Keep your fork.'
Cherish the time you have , and the memories you share ...
Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
Send this to everyone you consider a FRIEND even if it means sending back to the person who sent it to you.
And keep your fork. (no matter how many times I get this, I have to pass it on, cause I just love it !! )  | jake | Jun 1, '08 11:29 PM
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Hi Everyone!!!! As many of you may already know, one of my granddaughtrs, Arizin, has autism. My daughters ( including Arizyn's mom) , are participating in a walk to raise money for research. If you think you could donate, please click on the link below to go to their fundraising page. Any help would really be appreciated!!! http://www.walknowforautism.org/siteapps/personalpage/ShowPage.aspx?c=lgLPITO... My dad was short! Until a few years ago,,and I am 52 now, I never realized my dad was short! When I relized this , I called my sister Cindy and exclaimed to her " Cindy,,dad was short! Did you know that???" Cindy agreed that it was somewhat of a revalation to her as well! All during the time we were growing up, and up until he passed away at the age of 53 , my dad was a 'big' man! He had charisma,,lots and lots of it!!! Dad was the last born to a family of 10. His family was hard pressed, to say the least, to get by,,to even have the essentials in life, let alone any luxuries. My dad's dad was an abusive alcoholic, who could care less about his wife, or his children. My dad cared, he quit school in the 6th grade to support his family. He did any job at all that would put food on the table. He walked along the railroad tracks as a very young man to find any bits of coal to keep the family warm, he went into the army at a very young age and sent his whole pay home to his family. Whereupon his mother would try to hide it from his father before he got his hands on it and " drank it up". He supported one of my aunts who had a child out of wedlock ( and in those long ago days it was beyond taboo for an unwed mother to give birth to, let alone keep a child). He then met and married my mother and adopted her child, my sister , as his own. Dad coached little league, was a part time policeman, constable, volunteer fireman, and on top of all that, worked full time, overtime in a hot dirty foundry. I can still hear him saying to me, his 3rd elest daughter, " Get an education,,don't end up like me honey!" End up like him?? A man that everyone in town, in fact everyone he met, liked, or loved for that matter? End up like him,,a man that took all of his children to Sunday school and church ( my mother rarely attended), on Sundays,,every cotton picking Sunday ( lol)!!! End up like him??? A good, decent man who married a woman who though he loved dearly, did not love him back. End up like him??? Although not a wonderful father by some standards, worked hard to provide for his children. A man who during my teenage years, I treated very badly ( and yes, I regret it now, but I was a stupid kid). A man who. when I came to my senses at about the age of 20, became my dear friend, my confidant, my coffee drinking, smoking buddy,,,, my dad. Yes, he finally became, or should I say, I let him become, my dad, what I think he wanted to be all along. And then, when I was 22, my dad died. It took me years to even be able to say, 'He died",,I just couldn't say those words, couldn't belive that my daddy,,my wonderful father who I was just now becoming to know , to love fiercely...to count on,,,was dead. And never, never would I have the chance to drink coffe with, bs with,,love... And he was short,,MY DAD WAS SHoRt!!! And end up like him???? I pray that I do  Hello everyone!!!
As usual, it is hectic as all,,well, you know, around here! Bossie gave birth to 6 puppies on Friday ( Good Friday actually) March 21, 2008! She whelped all the puppies naturally and did a great job!!! The puppies are so cute and are going to wonderful homes!!!! My mum continues to go up and down,,and down with her health. Right now she is in a nursing home for some much needed thereapy and more care than we can possibly give her at home. Mum continues to bully 2 of my sisters into doing things for her she can and should do for herself. It is preplexing to all of us !!! How did this once fiercely independant woman become like this? Not that mum ever didn't rule the roost ( with an iron hand most of the time I might add ),,and she was and still is somewhat shy,,but she was ,,oh how do I explain this,,,quite able ( still is), to take care of her own needs. She would have NEVER allowed anyone to do what she absolutely DEMANDS of all around her now. We love her though, and deal with everything the best we can.  Bossie is having puppies and we are so excited! We didn't think she was expecting until last week. I looked at her tummy and thought to myself " My gosh, she just might be pregnant!" I hurridly called the vets , made an appointment, and right after work today I took her in. The vet tech took one look at her and said " Oh boy, I think we have something going on here!" We then took her back for exrays,,then waited, and waited,,,,and waited some more for the film to develope. Finally the tech came out and said " Well,,there are a few places that look like a pregnancy, but we can't be sure. If you want though, we can do a sonogram as well." Well, of course I wanted a sonogram!!! """"DA!!! lol After everything was set up, the tech, one of the vets ( I can't think of their names right now lol) , me, and of course Bossie, went into the exam room. As soon as the vet started the sonogram we saw puppies!!!! We were all soooooooooo happy!!!! It was so neat seeing the puppies move and spin around!!! They appear to be quite active and very healthy. We counted at least 4, but there could be more!!!!!!!!!! We must have watched those puppies for close to a half hour! Bossie was quite content to lay there and have her belly massaged with the sonogram thingy! lol The pups should be due from March 16 on. We can't wait!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Old Age, I decided, is gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt And often I am taken aback by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set . I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets < SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 24pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Tms Rmn','serif'">hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it) - Entry for February 15, 2008 GRRR Sammie and Carrie
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Tonight is my only night off this week. On my nights off, I love to have a snack of a slice or 2 of provolone cheese with a glass of milk. Today was hectic as usual. When I got off work this morning, I had to do some grocery shopping at Walmart, then, when I finally got home. I started a roast in the slow cooker for supper. Finally got to bed around 11 am,,,,,got up at 4,,,,,let the dogs out, fed the dogs,,started some laundry ,,,for the dogs!@ ( their beds and blankets),,,scubbed the kitchen floor that THE DOGS had a mess,,,,,peeled potatoes,,,,finished up supper for all the humans,,,,,started a load of laundry for me,,,,decided to bake a flourles choclate cake i had seen on Food Network,,it was a bit complicated............did a ton of dishes!!!!! Next I ran upstairs to feed the puppies,,,,,sat down for just a moment,,,,,by this time it's 10 pm,,,,,,ran down to the basement to get dog stuff out of dryer....went upstairs to clean puppy pen and make my bed,,,,,,,forgot to bring up some bedding for the puppies,,sooooooooooo, ran back down stairs to get it. While I was there, I thought it would be a good idea to carry up the blankets, my glass of milk,,and my cheese all at once to save a trip. Sounds like a good idea, huh??? NOPE!!!!! When I got upstairs, I decided to take pics of all the pups for their new families. As I busied myself doing this, I noticed,,after a bit,,,that Sammie and Carrie were not at their usual place by my feet. " Odd", I thought,,," Wonder what they are up to?" Know what they were up to????? Apparantly, in my haste to get everything done before I collapsed,,I forgot to put my provo cheese where the stinkers couldn't reach it!!! And you can guess the rest,,,,,they ate it all,,,,,,EVERY BIT!!!! Oh well,,you live and learn,,right???? Subject: An Ode to America
We rarely get a chance to see another country's editorial about the USA.
Read this excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper. The article was written by Mr.Cornel Nistorescu and published under the title 'C'ntarea
Americii,meaning 'Ode To America') in the Romanian newspaper
Evenimentulzilei'The Daily Event' or 'News of the Day' & nbsp;
~An Ode to America~
Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another
even if you painted them all one color! They speak all the
languages of the world and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations
and religious beliefs.
Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people
into a hand put on the heart.
Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the Army, or the! Secret
Service that they are only a bunch of losers.
Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts.
Nobody rushed out onto the streets nearby to gape about.
Insteadthe Americans volunteered to donate blood and to give a helping
hand.
After the first moments of panic, they raised their flag over the smoking
ruins,putting on T-shirts, caps and ties in the colors of the national
flag.They placed flags on buildings and cars as if in every place and
onevery car a government official or the president was passing. On
every occasion, they started singing:'God Bless America !'
I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening to
the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman in
a wheel chair without knowing who she was, or of the Californian
hockey player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and
prevented the plane from hitting a target that could have killed other
hundreds or thousands of people.
How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being?
Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of
someturned into a modern&nb sp; myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone
call,millions and millions of dollars were put into a collection aimed
at rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.
What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way?
Their land? Their history? Their economic Power? Money?
I tried for hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the risk of sounding commonplace, I thought things over, I reached butonly one conclusion... Only freedom can work such miracles.
Cornel Nistorescu
(This deserves to be passedaround the Internet forever.) It took
a person on the outside -looking in - to see what we take for granted!
GOD BLESS AMERICA!!  Puppy weaning is what is is,,,MESSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Wooden Bowl
I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now , a year from now.
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year - old grandson.
The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered. The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
'We must do something about father,' said the son. 'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?' Just as sweetly, the boy responded, 'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.
' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
I've learned that making a 'living' is not the same thing as making a 'life..'
I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you
I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.
I've learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.  Today i started the weaning process with the puppies. As you can see from the pic of Ebony above. it is a messy process! lol
I like to wean the pups slowly. I start out feeding them a mix of baby rice cereal, mixedwith formula. I continue to let them nurse from their mom's several weeks, while I slowly add mushed up dog food to their mix,,then add cottage cheese and or yogurt to the mix. Only when I am sure the pups are feeding adequetly, do I completely wean them from their mom's. Even when the pups leave for their new homes, I am still adding formula ( though in less amounts) to their food. I even advise all new puppy families to continue adding cottage cheese, and or yogurt ( plain) to their food for at least a few weeks. This helps their digestive system to get used to , well, digesting! lol Tonight we had the pleasure of a new puppy family coming to visit their puppy. They have named their pup Teebo. What a wonderful family they are! Entry for January 27, 2008 Boy, it sure has been awhile since I have blogged, hasn't it? Things have been hectic and crazy here,,but I think most of our lives are hectic and crazy...aren't they? As you all know, Sammie gave birth to a litter of 7, and carrie gave birth to 3 beautiful puppies! Since Sammie had so very many to feed, I snuck one of her babies, Ruby< into Carrie's litter. Neither Sammie or Carrie seemed to notice! All the pups are doing great. Before we know it, it will be time to start weaning,,,then before we know it, they will be off to their new homes. I am so very fortunate to have met such great people thru my pugs! Amongst them are Tayna from New York, who, although young enough to be my daughter, has a spirit so very much like mine! Then there's Christy from Pa, who is sch a shy, sweet girl, and Beth who lives near by,oh and Margie too lives close enough that I will be able to see the pups as they grow into adulthood! So many, many wonderful people I have gotten to know! I have also been quite buzy, and frankly stressed out, over my beloved mum. As of yesterday, she is in a skilled nursing center that altough is a good place, is much farther away from me. Mum keeps telling all of us that she is ready now to go to her " other" home. I want her to fight,,I want her with me, darnnit! but, I know she is tired,,I try to tell myself to calmn ,,but it's not easy. So there you have it,,well some of it, my life!!! | Guestbook | |
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HI SWEETIE... > I am choosing 12 women/men who have touched my life and whom I think would want to participate. I hope I chose the right twelve. Please send this back to me
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> > (You'll see why). In case anyone is not aware, Saint Theresa is known as the Saint of the Little Ways, meaning she believed in doing the little things in life well and with great love. She is also the patron Saint of flower growers and florists. She is represented by roses. May everyone who receives this message be blessed. Theresa's Prayer cannot be deleted.
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> > There is nothing attached. Just send this to twelve people and let me know what happens on the fourth day. Sorry you have to forward the message, but try not to break this, please. Prayer is one of the best free gifts we receive. Did you make a wish yet? If you don't make a wish, it won't come true. This is your last chance to make a wish.
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> > St. Theresa's Prayer: May today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be content knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and everyone of us.
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> > Now, send this to 12 people within the next 5 minutes. And remember to send this back. I count as 1...you'll see why. Suggestion: copy and paste rather than forward
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