tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17036765478904140092024-02-20T23:38:42.170-05:00Living for GodI started this blog for a place to post about my weight loss, but I have decided I wanted a place to post stuff about God, My Family, and other Stuff I find people might like. Come back often as I am always adding something. I pray that you find something on this Blog that will be an encouragement to you.SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-40892705669046604462013-05-24T15:59:00.000-04:002013-05-24T15:59:00.240-04:00Bible Study Humor<b>Bible Study Humor
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LOT ' S WIFEThe Sunday School teacher was describing how Lot ' s wife looked back and turned into a pillar of salt, when little Jason interrupted, ' My Mommy looked back once while she was driving, ' he announced triumphantly, ' and she turned into a telephone pole! '
GOOD SAMARITAN
A Sunday school teacher was telling her class the story of the Good Samaritan. She asked the class, ' If you saw a person lying on the roadside, all wounded and bleeding, what would you do? 'A thoughtful little girl broke the hushed silence, ' I think I'd throw up.'
DID NOAH FISH?
A Sunday school teacher asked, 'Johnny, do you think Noah did a lot of fishing when he was on the Ark ? ' No, ' replied Johnny. 'How could he, with just two worms.'
HIGHER POWER
A Sunday school teacher said to her children, 'We have been learning how powerful kings and queens were in Bible times. But, there is a Higher Power. Can anybody tell me what it is? One child blurted out, 'Aces!'
MOSES AND THE RED SEA Nine-year-old Joey was asked by his mother what he had learned in Sunday School. 'Well, Mom, our teacher told us how God sent Moses behind enemy lines on a rescue mission to lead the Israelites out of Egypt . When he got to the Red Sea, he had his army build a pontoon bridge and all the people walked across safely. Then he radioed headquarters for reinforcements. They sent bombers to blow up the bridge and all the Israelites were saved. '
' Now, Joey, is that really what your teacher taught you?' his Mother asked.
' Well, no, Mom. But, if I told it the way the teacher did, you'd never believe it!'
THIS IS MY FAVORITE!!!
THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD
A Sunday School teacher decided to have her young class memorize one of the most quoted passages in the Bible - Psalm 23. She gave the youngsters a month to learn the chapter. Little Rick was excited about the task - but he just couldn't remember the Psalm. After much practice, he could barely get past the first line.
On the day that the kids were scheduled to recite Psalm 23 in front of the congregation, Ricky was so nervous. When it was his turn, he stepped up to the microphone and said proudly, ' The Lord is my Shepherd, and that's all I need to know.'
UNANSWERED PRAYER
The preacher's 5 year-old daughter noticed that her father always paused and bowed his head for a moment before starting his sermon. One day, she asked him why.
'Well, Honey,' he began, proud that his daughter was so observant of his messages. 'I'm asking the Lord to help me preach a good sermon. '
'How come He doesn't answer it? ' she asked.
UNTIMELY ANSWERED PRAYER
During the minister's prayer one Sunday, there was a loud whistle from one of the back pews. Tommy's mother was horrified. She pinched him into silence and, after church, asked, 'Tommy, whatever made you do such a thing? ' Tommy answered soberly, 'I asked God to teach me to whistle, and He did! '
ALL MEN / ALL GIRLS
When my daughter, Kelli, said her bedtime prayers, she would bless every family member, every friend, and every animal (current and past). For several weeks, after we had finished the nightly prayer, Kelli would say, 'And all girls. ' This soon became part of her nightly routine, to include this closing. My curiosity got the best of me and I asked her, ' Kelli, why do you always add the part about all girls? '
Her response, ' Because everybody always finish their prayers by saying ' All Men ' ! '
SAY A PRAYER
Little Johnny and his family were having Sunday dinner at his Grandmother's house. Everyone was seated around the table as the food was being served. When Little Johnny received his plate, he started eating right away.
'Johnny! Please wait until we say our prayer.' said his mother.
'I don't need to', the boy replied.
'Of course, you do.' his mother insisted. 'We always say a prayer before eating at our house.'
'That's at our house.' Johnny explained. 'But this is Grandma's house and she knows how to cook!'SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-17867980765774757802013-05-17T14:16:00.000-04:002013-05-17T14:16:00.841-04:00Great Odd and Ends movieWelcome home blog for Soldier
http://welcomehomeblog.com
Kitty plays 'Duck Hunt'
http://comedy.video.yahoo.com/?v=8176997
Doggie says grace before meal
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wiiX6wntypw&feature=relatedSmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-86268637260016045302013-05-03T14:03:00.000-04:002013-05-03T14:03:00.572-04:00a great quoteA woman's heart should be so hidden in Christ that a man should have to seek Him first to find herSmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-44572314686080006512013-04-19T13:48:00.000-04:002013-04-19T13:48:00.192-04:00for all the strong people out there<b>STRONG PERSON
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A strong person knows how to keep their life in order. Even with tears in their eyes, they still manage to say "I'm ok" with a smile. Send this to a strong person. I just did. God is good. Change is coming. God saw your sadness and said hard times are over.SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-54420148560772897142013-04-05T00:00:00.000-04:002013-04-05T00:00:09.499-04:00AmericaA father wanted to read a magazine but was being bothered by his little girl.
She wanted to know what the United States looked like. Finally, he tore a sheet out of his new magazine on which was printed the map of the country.
Tearing it into small pieces, he gave it to her and said, 'Go into the other room and see if you can put this together.
This will show you our whole country today...'
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After a few minutes, she returned and handed him the map, correctly fitted and taped together.
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The father was surprised and asked how she had finished so quickly.. 'Oh,' she said, 'on the other side of the paper is a picture of Jesus.
When I got all of Jesus back where He belonged,
Then our country just came together.'
Sooo........ When we get Jesus back where He Belongs--
Our country will come together.SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-33177733056234402872013-03-29T14:54:00.000-04:002013-03-29T14:54:00.292-04:00Shirley & Marcy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A mother was concerned about her kindergarten son walking to school.
He didn't want his mother to walk with him.
She wanted to give him the feeling that he had some independence but yet know that he was safe. So she had an idea of how to handle it. She asked a neighbor if she would please follow him to school in the mornings, staying at a distance, so he probably wouldn't notice her.
She said that since she was up early with her toddler anyway, it would be a good way for them to get some exercise as well, so she agreed.
The next school day, the neighbor and her little girl set out following behind Timmy as he walked to school with another neighbor girl he knew. She did this for the whole week.
As the two walked and chatted, kicking stones and twigs, Timmy's little friend noticed the same lady was following them as she seemed to do every day all week.
Finally she said to Timmy, "Have you noticed that lady following us to school all week? Do you know her?"
Timmy nonchalantly replied, "Yeah, I know who she is."
The little girl said, "Well, who is she?"
"That's just Shirley Goodnest," Timmy replied, "and her daughter Marcy."
'Shirley Goodnest? Who is she and why is she following us?'
"Well," Timmy explained, "every night my Mum makes me say the 23rd Psalm with my prayers, 'cuz she worries about me so much. And in the Psalm, it says, 'Shirley Goodnest and Marcy shall follow me all the days of my life', so I guess I'll just have to get used to it!"
The Lord bless you and keep you; the Lord make His face shine upon you and be gracious unto you; the Lord lift up His countenance upon you and give you peace.
May Shirley Goodnest and Marcy be with you today and alwaysSmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-89170720445570723292013-03-22T14:47:00.000-04:002013-03-22T14:47:00.349-04:00StoneTWO FRIENDS WERE WALKING
THROUGH THE DESERT .
DURING SOME POINT OF THE
JOURNEY, THEY HAD AN
ARGUMENT; AND ONE FRIEND
SLAPPED THE OTHER ONE
IN THE FACE
THE ONE WHO GOT SLAPPED
WAS HURT, BUT WITHOUT
SAYING ANYTHING,
WROTE IN THE SAND ,
TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE .
THEY KEPT ON WALKING,
UNTIL THEY FOUND AN OASIS,
WHERE THEY DECIDED
TO TAKE A BATH
THE ONE WHO HAD BEEN
SLAPPED GOT STUCK IN THE
MIRE AND STARTED DROWNING,
BUT THE FRIEND SAVED HIM.
AFTER HE RECOVERED FROM
THE NEAR DROWNING,
HE WROTE ON A STONE:
'TODAY MY BEST FRIEND
SAVED MY LIFE'
THE FRIEND WHO HAD SLAPPED
AND SAVED HIS BEST FRIEND
ASKED HIM, 'AFTER I HURT YOU,
YOU WROTE IN THE SAND AND NOW,
YOU WRITE ON A STONE, WHY?'
THE FRIEND REPLIED
'WHEN SOMEONE HURTS US
WE SHOULD WRITE IT DOWN
IN SAND, WHERE WINDS OF
FORGIVENESS CAN ERASE IT AWAY.
BUT, WHEN SOMEONE DOES SOMETHING GOOD FOR US,
WE MUST ENGRAVE IT IN STONE
WHERE NO WIND
CAN EVER ERASE IT'
LEARN TO WRITE
YOUR HURTS IN
THE SAND AND TO
CARVE YOUR
BENEFITS IN STONE.
THEY SAY IT TAKES A
MINUTE TO FIND A SPECIAL
PERSON,
AN HOUR TO
APPRECIATE THEM,
A DAY
TO LOVE THEM,
BUT THEN ,
AN ENTIRE LIFE
TO FORGET THEM.
SEND THIS TO
THE PEOPLE YOU'LL NEVER
FORGETSmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-21572856018349368292013-03-08T14:39:00.000-05:002013-03-08T14:39:00.112-05:00health1- Find the C below...do not use any cursor help.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
2- If you already found the C, now find the 6 below.
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
69999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999
3 - Now find the N below. It's a little more difficult.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMNMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
This is NOT a joke. If you were able to pass these three tests, you can
cancel your annual visit to your neurologist. Your brain is great and
you're far from having a close relationship with Mr Alzheimer.
Eonvrye whocan raed this rsaie your hnad.
To my 'selected' strange-minded friends:
If you can read the following paragraph, forward it on to your friends and
the person that sent it to you with 'yes' in the subject line... Only
great minds can read this
This is weird, but interesting!
If you can raed this, you have a sgtrane mnid too
Can you raed this? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
I cdnuolt blveiee that I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd what I was rdanieg. The
phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde
Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in what oerdr the ltteres in a word are, the
olny iproamtnt tihng is that the frsit and last ltteer be in the rghit
pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can still raed it whotuit a
pboerlm. This is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by
istlef, but the word as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot
slpeling was ipmorantt! If you can raed this forwrad itSmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-33900168702444237942013-02-22T14:36:00.000-05:002013-02-22T14:36:00.131-05:00not what you think lol<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A doctor in Duluth Minnesota wanted to get off work and go hunting, so he approached his assistant. 'Ole, I am goin' huntin' tomorrow and don't want to close the clinic. I want you to take care of the clinic and take care of all my patients.'
'Yes, sir!' answers Ole.
The doctor goes hunting and returns the following day and asks: 'So, Ole, How was your day?'
Ole told him that he took care of three patients.
'The first one had a headache so I gave him TYLENOL.'
'Bravo, mate, and the second one?' Asks the doctor.
'The second one had stomach burning and I gave him MAALOX, sir,' says Ole.
'Bravo, bravo! You're good at this and what about the third one?' asks the Doctor.
'Sir, I was sitting here and suddenly the door opens and a woman enters. Like a flame, she undresses herself, taking off everything including her panties and lies down on the table and shouts:
HELP ME - I haven't seen a man in over two years!!'
'Tunderin' Lard Yeezus, Ole, What did you do?' asks the doctor.
J
'I put drops in her eyes!!
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You thought I was sending a dirty joke!
Its a shame when you post or send something people always think of Dirty stuff :(SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-21621327581544410922013-02-08T14:30:00.000-05:002013-02-08T14:30:00.707-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It is time to change fromREDNECKhumor toTRUE AMERICAN Humor!!
Only it isn't seen as HUMOR, but the correct way to LIVE YOUR LIFE!!
If you feel the same, pass this on to yourTrue American friends.
Y'all know who they are...
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
It never occurred to you to be offended by the phrase, 'One nation, under GOD.'
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You've never protested about seeing the 10 Commandments posted in publicplaces.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You still say 'Christmas' instead of 'Winter Festival.'
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You bow your head when someone prays.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You stand and place your hand over your heart when they play the National Anthem.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You treat Viet Nam vets with great respect, and always have.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You've never burned an American flag.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You know what you believe and you aren't afraid to say so, no matter who is listening.
You might be a TRUE AMERICAN if:
You respect your elders and expect your kids to do the same.
If you got this email from me, it is because I believe that you, like me, have justenoughTRUE AMERICAN in you to have the same beliefs as those talked about in this email.
GOD Bless the U S A !Amen
AND YOU ARE A TRUE AMERICAN, IF YOU THINK THE NATIONAL ANTHEM SHOULD ONLY BE SUNG
IN ENGLISH!!SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-29653322901802584472013-01-25T14:26:00.000-05:002013-01-25T14:26:00.301-05:00In the name of LoveIn the name of Love
A little boy came up to his mother in the kitchen one evening while
she was fixing supper, and he handed her a piece of paper that he had
been writing on. After his mom dried her hands on an apron, she read
it, and this is what it said:
For cutting the grass $5.00
For cleaning my room this week $1.00
For going to the store for you .50
Baby-sitting while you went shopping .25
Taking out the garbage $1.00
For getting a good report card $5.00
For cleaning up and raking the yard $2.00
Total Owed: $14.75
Well, I'll tell you, his mother looked at him standing there
expectantly, and boy, could I see the memories flashing through her mind.
So she picked up the pen, turned over the paper he'd written on,
and this is what she wrote:
For the nine months I carried you while you grew inside me, No
Charge.
For all the nights I've sat up with you, doctored and prayed for
you, No Charge.
For all the trying times, and all the tears you've caused through
the years, No Charge.
When you add it all up, the cost of my love is, No Charge.
For all the nights that were filled with dread, and for the worries
I knew were ahead, No Charge.
For the toys, food, clothes, and even wiping your nose, there's No
Charge, Son.
And when you add it all up, the full cost of real love is No
Charge.
Well, friends, when our son finished reading what his mother had
written, there were great big old tears in his eyes, and he looked
straight up at his mother and said, "Mom, I sure do love you." And
then he took the pen and in great big letters he wrote :
"PAID IN FULL."SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-15138211390449795122013-01-11T14:17:00.000-05:002013-01-11T14:17:00.407-05:00Might be good to listen a little better<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In a Tottenham church Sunday morning a preacher said, "Anyone with
'special needs' who wants to be prayed over, please come forward to the
front by the altar."
With that, Leroy got in line, and when it was his turn, the Preacher
asked, "Leroy, what do you want me to pray about for you?"
Leroy replied, "Preacher, I need you to pray for help with my hearing."
The preacher put one finger of one hand in Leroy's ear, placed his other
hand on top of Leroy's head, and then prayed and prayed and the whole
congregation joined in with great enthusiasm.
After a few minutes, the preacher removed his hands, stood back and asked,
"Leroy, how is your hearing now?"
Leroy answered, "I don't know. It ain't 'til ThursdaySmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-70756158997605159542012-12-28T14:13:00.000-05:002012-12-28T14:13:00.380-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If this is true,then there is a beautiful soul working in the dead letter office of the US postal service.
Our 14-year-old dog Abbey died last month.
The day after she passed away my 4-year-old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.
She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.
I told her that I thought we could so, and she dictated these words:
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my dog?
She died yesterday and is with you in heaven.
I miss her very much.
I 'm happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick.
I hope you will play with her.
She likes to swim and play with balls.
I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my dog.
I really miss her.
Love, Meredith
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey & Meredith , addressed it to God/Heaven.
We put our return address on it.
Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelopeecause she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office.
A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.
I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, 'To Meredith' in an unfamiliar hand.
Meredith opened it.
Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, 'When a Pet Dies.'
Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope.
On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
Dear Meredith,
Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help and I recognized her right away.
Abbey isn't sick anymore.
Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart.
Abbey loved being your dog.
Since we don't need our bodies in heaven, I don't have any pockets to keep your picture in so I'm sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.
Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me.
What a wonderful mother you have.
I picked her especially for you.
I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much.
By the way, I'm easy to find.
I am wherever there is love.
Love,
GodSmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-67969556509231501392012-12-25T13:58:00.000-05:002012-12-25T13:58:00.324-05:00Merry CHRISTmas not xmas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>I will be making a conscious effort to wish everyone
a Merry Christmas this year ...
My way of saying that I am celebrating
the birth Of Jesus Christ.
So I am asking my email buddies,
if you agree with me,
to please do the same.
And if you'll pass this on to
your email buddies, and so on...
maybe we can prevent one more
American tradition from being lost in the sea of
"Political Correctness".
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<b>To one and All...
Jesus is the reason for the season! </b>SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-60881051983568823142012-12-14T14:11:00.000-05:002012-12-14T14:11:00.173-05:00Bank Account<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How Wasteful the Older Generation Was ...
In the line at the store, the cashier told the older woman that she
should bring her own grocery bag because plastic bags weren’t good for the
environment. The woman apologized to him and explained, “We didn’t have the
green thing back in my day.”
The clerk responded, "That's our problem today. The former
generation did not care enough to save our environment."
He was right, that generation didn’t have the green thing in its
day.
Back then, they returned their milk bottles, soda bottles and beer
bottles to the store. The store sent them back to the plant to be washed
and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over.
So they really were recycled.
But they didn’t have the green thing back in that customer's day.
In her day, they walked up stairs, because they didn’t have an
escalator in every store and office building. They walked to the grocery
store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time they had to
go two blocks.
But she was right. They didn’t have the green thing in her day.
Back then, they washed the baby’s diapers because they didn’t have
the throw-away kind. They dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling
machine burning up 220 volts – wind and solar power really did dry the
clothes. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not
always brand-new clothing.
But that old lady is right, they didn’t have the green thing back in
her day.
Back then, they had one TV, or radio, in the house – not a TV in
every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief, not a
screen the size of the state of Montana. In the kitchen, they blended and
stirred by hand because they didn’t have electric machines to do everything
for you.
When they packaged a fragile item to send in the mail, they used a
wadded up old newspaper to cushion it, not styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.
Back then, they didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to
cut the lawn. They used a push mower that ran on human power. They exercised
by working so they didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills
that operate on electricity.
But she’s right, they didn’t have the green thing back then.
They drank from a fountain when they were thirsty instead of using a
cup or a plastic bottle every time they had a drink of water. They refilled
their writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and they replaced
the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just
because the blade got dull.
But they didn’t have the green thing back then.
Back then, people took the streetcar or a bus and kids rode their
bikes to school or rode the school bus instead of turning their moms into a
24-hour taxi service. They had one electrical outlet in a room, not an
entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And they didn’t need a
computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles
out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn't it sad the current generation laments how wasteful the old
folks were just because they didn't have the green thing back then?SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-13258203438175076312012-11-30T14:09:00.000-05:002012-11-30T14:09:00.428-05:00Minorities
We need to show more sympathy for these people.
* They travel miles in the heat.
* They risk their lives crossing a border.
* They don't get paid enough wages.
* They do jobs that others won't do or are afraid to do.
* They live in crowded conditions among a people who speak a different language.
* They rarely see their families, and they face adversity all day ~ every day..
I'm not talking about illegal Mexicans ~
I'm talking about our troops!
Doesn't it seem strange that so many are willing to lavish all kinds of social benefits on illegals, but don't support our troops?
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The photographer caught this special moment, what a privilege to see.
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"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... it's about learning to dance in the rain"
There is absolutely nothing to fear about tomorrow; for God is already there.SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-41970026538862482052012-11-02T14:06:00.000-04:002012-11-02T14:06:00.319-04:00Which dessert would you pickIf all of the eight desserts listed below were sitting in front of you,
which would you choose (sorry, you can only pick one)! Pick your
dessert, and then look to see what psychiatrists think about your pick as
it relates to you.
Here are your choices:
1. Angel Food Cake
2. Brownies
3. Lemon Meringue Pie
4. Vanilla Cake with Chocolate Icing
5. Strawberry Short Cake
6. Chocolate Cake With Chocolate Icing
7. Ice Cream
8. Carrot Cake
No, you can't change your mind once you scroll down, so think carefully
about what your choice will be.
Now that you've made your choice, this is what the researchers say about
you...... SCROLL DOWN---No Cheating
1. ANGEL FOOD CAKE -- Sweet, loving, cuddly. You love all warm and fuzzy
items. A little nutty at times. Sometimes you need an ice cream cone at
the end of the day. Others perceive you as being childlike and immature
at times.
2. BROWNIES -- You are adventurous, love new ideas, and are a champion of
underdogs and a slayer of dragons. When tempers flare up you whip out
your saber. You are always the oddball with a unique sense of humor and
direction. You tend to be very loyal.
3. LEMON MERINGUE -- Smooth, fun, & articulate with your hands, you are
an excellent caregiver and a good teacher.... But don't try to walk and
chew gum at the same time. A bit of a diva at times, you set your own
style because you do your own thing. You shine when it comes to helping
others and have many friends.
4.. VANILLA CAKE WITH CHOCOLATE ICING -- Fun-loving, sassy, humorous, not
very grounded in life; very indecisive and lacking motivation...
Everyone enjoys being around you, but you are a practical joker. Others
should be cautious in making you mad? However, you are a friend for
life...
5. STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE -- Romantic, warm, loving. You care about other
people, can be counted on in a pinch and expect the same in return.
Intuitively keen. You can be very emotional at times but a true person
in every way.. You like to do things for yourself and help others learn
about themselves.
6. CHOCOLATE CAKE WITH CHOCOLATE ICING-- vivacious, always ready to give
and receive. Very creative, adventurous, ambitious, and passionate. You
can appear to have a cold exterior but are warm on the inside. Not afraid
to take chances. Will not settle for anything average in life. Love to
laugh.
7. ICE CREAM -- You like sports, whether it is baseball, football,
basketball, or soccer. If you could, you would like to participate, but
you enjoy watching sports.. You don't like to give up the remote
control. You tend to be self-centered and high maintenance.
8. CARROT CAKE -- You are a very fun loving person, who likes to laugh.
You are fun to be with.... People like to hang out with you. You are a
very warm hearted person and a little quirky at times. You have many
loyal friends. You were meant to lead and teach others. A wonderful role
model.SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-76674649495686521912012-10-19T13:48:00.000-04:002012-10-19T13:48:00.133-04:00Fable of the Porcupine<b>Have you
Ever seen a baby porcupine?
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<b>Fable of the Porcupine
It was the coldest winter ever. Many animals died because of the cold.
The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions.
After awhile, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth.
Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. They learned to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the heat that came from the others. This way they were able to survive.
The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person's good qualities.
The moral of the story is:
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<b>Just learn to live with the Pricks in your life!</b>SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-7737466023442106752012-10-12T21:20:00.000-04:002012-10-12T21:20:00.848-04:00God's grace<b>God's Grace</b>
I wonder how many people will delete this without reading it because of the title. It is a shame but this message is very true. Hope you are all as blessed as I was by this story.
There once was a man named George Thomas, pastor in a small New England town. One Easter Sunday morning he came to the Church carrying a rusty, bent, old bird cage, and set it by the pulpit. Eyebrows were raised and, as if in response, Pastor Thomas began to speak....
"I was walking through town yesterday when I saw a young boy coming toward me swinging this bird cage.. On the bottom of the cage were three little wild birds, shivering with cold and fright.
I stopped the lad and asked, "What do you have there, son?"
"Just some old birds," came the reply.
"What are you going to do with them?" I asked.
"Take 'em home and have fun with 'em," he answered. "I'm gonna tease 'em and pull out their feathers to make 'em fight. I'm gonna have a real good time."
"But you'll get tired of those birds sooner or later. What will you do then?"
"Oh, I got some cats," said the little boy. "They like birds. I'll take 'em to them."
The pastor was silent for a moment. "How much do you want for those birds, son?"
"Huh?? !!! Why, you don't want them birds, mister.
They're just plain old field birds. They don't sing. They ain't even pretty!"
"How much?" the pastor asked again.
The boy sized up the pastor as if he were crazy and said, "$10?"
The pastor reached in his pocket and took out a ten dollar bill. He placed it in the boy's hand. In a flash, the boy was gone. The pastor picked up the cage and gently carried it to the end of the alley where there was a tree and a grassy spot. Setting the cage down, he opened the door, and by softly tapping the bars persuaded the birds out, setting them free. Well, that explained the empty bird cage on the pulpit, and then the pastor began to tell this story:
One day Satan and Jesus were having a conversation. Satan had just come from the Garden of Eden, and he was gloating and boasting. "Yes, sir, I just caught a world full of people down there. Set me a trap, used bait I knew they couldn't resist. Got 'em all!"
"What are you going to do with them?" Jesus asked.
Satan replied, "Oh, I'm gonna have fun! I'm gonna teach them how to marry and divorce each other, how to hate and abuse each other, how to drink and smoke and curse. I'm gonna teach them how to invent guns and bombs and kill each other. I'm really gonna have fun!"
"And what will you do when you are done with them?"
Jesus asked. "Oh, I'll kill 'em," Satan glared proudly.
"How much do you want for them?" Jesus asked.
"Oh, you don't want those people. They ain't no good. Why, you'll take them and they'll just hate you. They'll spit on you, curse you and kill you. You don't want those people!!"
"How much? He asked again.
Satan looked at Jesus and sneered, "All your blood, tears and your life."
Jesus said, "DONE!" Then He paid the price.
The pastor picked up the cage and walked from the pulpit.
I pray, for everyone who sends this on, whether to their entire address book or just a few, that God will bless them in a special way.
And for those that just deleted it......... and I KNOW there will be...... ?
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
I thank God everyday for my blessed life. I'm not rich, don't live in a mansion and don't have the nicest of material things, but, I'm healthy, have , a roof over my head, clothes on my back, food on my table, a family that loves me and lifelong friends to get me through. I'd say I have a lot to be thankful for.SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-62530077093851314482012-10-05T13:41:00.000-04:002012-10-05T13:41:00.062-04:00great story Even if its not ChristmasThe old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.
Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go."
"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.
He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."
Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front.. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.
"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.
"But Mister, please help ..." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."
George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.
George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered the the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.
"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln . They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.
As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."
George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anythin'," he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.
"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."
The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.
He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."
George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time your gonna be right as rain."
George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.
"None for me," said the officer..
"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.
The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.
"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.
"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."
The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"
The cop was reaching for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to the cop, "we got one too many in here now."
He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."
George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."
George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."
He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."
The young man had stopped crying. He looked over to the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry officer."
"Shut up and drink your coffee " the cop said.
George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two cops came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You ok?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.
"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"
"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.
Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."
George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other.
"That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.
"Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."
The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"
Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."
"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."
George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."
The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."
"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."
George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."
The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.
"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family."
The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."
"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."
George turned around to find that the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you left?"
"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"
"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."
The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.
The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. "That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."
George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.
"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."
The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."
George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.
"You see, George ... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."
George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus"SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-2744789755967616482012-09-28T21:30:00.000-04:002012-09-28T21:30:00.504-04:00Three TreesOnce there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said, 'Someday I hope to be a treasure chest. I could be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I could be decorated with intricate carving and everyone would see the beauty.'
Then the second tree said, 'Someday I will be a mighty ship. I will take Kings and queens across the waters and sail to the corners of the world. Everyone will feel safe in me because of the strength of my hull.'
Finally the third tree said, 'I want to grow to be the tallest and straightest Tree in the forest. People will see me on top of the hill and look up to my branches, and think of the heavens and God and how close to them I am reaching. I will be the greatest tree of all time and people will always remember me.'
After a few years of praying that their dreams would come true, a group of woodsmen came upon the trees. When one came to the first tree he said, 'This looks like a strong tree, I think I should be able to sell the wood to a carpenter, 'and he began cutting it down. The tree was happy, because he knew that the carpenter would make him into a treasure chest.
At the second tree the woodsman said, 'This looks like a strong tree. I should be able to sell it to the shipyard.' The second tree was happy Because he knew he was on his way to becoming a mighty ship.
When the woodsmen came upon the third tree, the tree was frightened because he knew that if they cut him down his dreams would not come true. One of the woodsmen said, 'I don't need anything special from my tree, I'll take this one,' and he cut it down.
When the first tree arrived at the carpenters, he was made into a feed box for animals. He was then placed in a barn and filled with hay. This was not at all what he had prayed for.
The second tree was cut and made into a small fishing boat. His dreams of being a mighty ship and carrying kings had come to an end.
The third tree was cut into large pieces, and left alone in the dark.
The years went by, and the trees forgot about their dreams.
Then one day, a man and woman came to the barn. She gave birth and they placed the baby in the hay in the feed box that was made from the first tree. The man wished that he could have made a crib for the baby, but this manger would have to do. The tree could feel the importance of this event and knew that it had held the greatest treasure of all time.
Years later, a group of men got in the fishing boat made from the second tree. One of them was tired and went to sleep. While they were out on the water, a great storm arose and the tree didn't think it was strong enough to keep the men safe. The men woke the sleeping man, and He stood and said 'Peace' and the storm stopped. At this time, the tree knew that it had carried the King of Kings in its boat.
Finally, someone came and got the third tree. It was carried through the streets as the people mocked the man who was carrying it. When they came to a stop, the man was nailed to the tree and raised in the air to die at the top of a hill. When Sunday came, the tree came to realize that it was strong enough to stand at the top of the hill and be as close to God as was possible, because Jesus had been crucified on it.
The moral of this story is that when things don't seem to be going your way, always know that God has a plan for you. If you place your trust in Him, God will give you great gifts.
Each of the trees got what they wanted, just not in the way they had imagined.
We don't always know what God's plans are for us. We just know that His Ways are not our ways, but His ways are always best.SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1703676547890414009.post-49305442395464394842012-09-21T13:35:00.000-04:002012-09-21T13:35:00.142-04:00Color is Good<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Yesterday I went to the doctor
For my yearly physical.
My blood pressure was high.
My cholesterol was high.
I'd gained some weight,
and I didn't feel so hot.
My doctor said eating right
doesn't have to be complicated and
it would solve my physical problems.
He said:
Just think in colors.
Fill your plate with bright colors.
Try some greens, oranges, reds,
maybe something yellow, etc.
and eat an entire bowl of
bright colors.
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<b>And Sure Enough, I Felt Better Immediately!!
I never knew eating right could be so easy!!
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<b>Now stay healthy, eat your colors,
and have a nice day!
</b>SmallOneDayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07719608109273687452noreply@blogger.com0