Don't Hide Your Light... :) Shangy! >Here are the details on our Yahoo ShangyFunList: To Subscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-subscribe@yahoogroups.com To UnSubscribe send a blank email to ShangyFunList-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com Group home page: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ShangyFunList Through no fault of my own we suddenly became an adult club in the love and romance directory so you will have to confirm that you are an adult when you go here. I still have no idea how to change this back as it sends me around in a circle when I try! or Web Site: http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/ShangyFunList.html Group email address: ShangyFunList@yahoogroups.com or email me here: bcrsystems@earthlink.net ================ *~* A REMINDER: PLEASE Send me sweet, interesting, funny, inspiring, family type forwards ANY TIME here... bcrsystems@earthlink.net I Need them, Love them, Use them, and Share them! THANK YOU!! 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Here are a few of them if you'd like to check them out: Autumn Of Life! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/life.html Friends Together! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/together.html Hidden! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/hidden.html I Am Who I Am! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/Iam.html Little Ones http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/litones.html Give Me Flowers http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/flowers.htm Kitty Dream http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/kitty.html Where Was God? http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/where.html Who Is He? http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/poems/who.html =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: _,--=--._ ,' _ `. - _(_)_o - ____' /_ _/] `____ -=====::(+):::::::::::::::::(+)::=====- (+).""""""""""""",(+) . , ` -=- ' cjr >STRANGERS IN THE DARK by Betty King My husband had been transferred to St. Louis, Missouri, but we were just not city folks. We often left on Saturday evenings for our hometown of Mt. Vernon, Illinois. That weekend was no different. We loaded the kids in our Ford and set out for "home". We took Route 15 as usual and settled in for the hour and a half drive. About thirty minutes into our drive, my husband said, "Look over there! See that light?" "You mean that security light? Ohhhhhh, my goodness, it's moving. Bill, does that look anything like that UFO you said you saw once before?" I asked inquisitively. "Just like it," he said. Was that a little uneasiness I detected in his tone? Soon the light began following us. We watched as it came closer until it was directly over our car. "Look kids, you see that?" I was always excited about life and its new experiences and I didn't want the kids to miss out on seeing whatever this was! This was history in the making. This night might go down in the history books! "Bill, it's over our car, slow down, I've got to get a good look." He reluctantly slowed down. He'd seen one of these things before and he really wasn't that excited about seeing another one. We came to a turn in the road. It turned with us. I had to get a better look. I stuck my head out the window. It was not even 200 feet above us, so low I could see iron legs protruding from its belly. "Bill! Stop! Pull off the road here and stop. I want to get a closer look. You see those legs on that thing?" "I can't stop here," he said with a note of caution in his voice. Suddenly, this giant sped straight up into the sky with a speed I had never before or since witnessed. We were stunned, yet our eyes were searching. It couldn't just disappear and leave us forever wondering. "Look! There it is again. Look way up there just below the stars. There's another one! Bill can you believe this!" "Look over here, there are more," he said as he pointed up in the sky on his side of the road, "Bill there is a whole fleet of them!" For close to an hour we watched as a convoy of flying objects raced through the sky. With the speed they possessed we knew they could be hovering over us again in seconds. "Are you sure they didn't take you aboard the last time you saw that UFO? Maybe they are tracking you," I said. "Maybe they've implanted something in you, you never know." My imagination began to fill my head with strange ideas. "No." He was definite with his reply. Suddenly, from out of nowhere in a lonely field there it was again, glowing brilliantly. "Bill, pull off here. I mean it. Pull off! I've got to get a closer look." He reluctantly eased off the hard road on to a dirt path that led into the field. "Get back in this car!" He ordered as I stepped outside to investigate. There it was suspended about two hundred feet in the air -- nothing but a glow of light and a low hum. I stood spellbound. Had they come for something or someone? This was not an airplane or a helicopter or anything I had ever seen or heard before. "I said get back in this car right now!" Bill demanded "Just a minute, just a minute." "Betty, get in here right now, and I mean it!" Just then, it took off with a super-accelerated ascension. Bill breathed easier as I slid in the seat beside him. I felt a thrill of excitement, fear of the unknown and a determination to find out what I had just seen. Yet, we had pretty much traveled that last hour alone on that stretch of two-lane highway. We have watched the skies often, yet never have we seen such an event again, but we will never forget! -- Betty King ___________________________________________ Betty is a Heartwarmer Gem and has written a book, It Takes Two Mountains to Make a Valley. She also has a story coming out in Chicken Soup for the Mother and Daughter Soul on March 18th. You can visit her website at: http://www.betty.newsmoose.com or email her by clicking here: mailto:baking2@charter.net She said the above incident took place in the 1960's. ========================================================== >-->From CupO'Cheer: \//// ( oO) ./'-._ .oO( /'-. | | '-.| )Oo. =|'-._ / \// unknown '' >BIKER BLESSING There's some who have known me before I met YOU... Before I was changed...and my old man was through. Most would agree...that I was a mess... And chances were slim... of my reaching success. The path that I'd chosen...the life I'd persue... Were all about pleasure...And not about You. I lived quite awhile in that Hell-Bound direction... Without many friends... Devoid of affection. My lifestyle was simple... All for myself... If You don't get it now... You'll be left on the shelf. My life was about...two wheelers...and such... I rode with some Pardners like Dead-eye, and Dutch... Daddy Dell, Castro, and Crazy Dave too... We all were like brothers... a real rebel crew. The Leathers... the Levis... the paint... and the chrome, We'd gather together and ride far from home. We'd visit the taverns, and frequent the bars, "Jammin" together... weaving through cars. But soon I considered... there just had to be more, There had to be something much better in store. Then without warning... my attitude changed... I knew that my choices... must be rearranged. I took a long ride to the mountains I love, Under brilliant blue sky, with white puffs above. I rode quite awhile down a lone country lane With sounds of my pipes, and the whine of my chain. I felt I should somehow remember this day, And I didn't believe it... But I knew I should pray. I pulled off the road and sat there... real still, On top my red Harley, at the crest of a hill. I stared at Your sunset... of Orange, Gold, and Red... Reviewing the wasteful, sin filled life I'd led. I'll always remember the peace that I felt, When I dismounted, and slowly knelt. I asked for forgiveness, for my errant behavior, And immediately felt... the touch of my Savior. I looked quickly about me... to quell my new fears That someone might see... my cheeks wet with tears. With such love in my heart, and deep peace within I knew right there Lord... You bid me, "Come In". And "IN" I will stay... for as long as You let me, For I know now Lord... that You'll never forget me. These things which I write... took place in years past A time in my life... that I am glad didn't last. The Old Man is gone, and a new man emerged The sin in my life that I knew... had been purged. I am more certain now... of the things that I do, I just can't imagine... my life without You. You filled me with Joy... and blessed all my days And forever my Lord... to YOU I'll give praise. C.C. ©November 19, 2005 as seen at www.poemsbycc.com -<>- .---. (_---_) (_/6 6\_) ( v ) `\ /' .-'': ;``-. / \,Y./ \ / (:)___ \ : .-'XXX`-.`\_; `.__.-XXX-.__.'\_ / / XXX \ \ `\_ / XXX \ `\ / XXX \ _`\___ jgs / \ (`--"""-') / \ (=-=-=-=-) `--...___ ___...--' (________) >AGING I bought some of that "Gingkori" that's supposed to improve your memory, but I forgot where I put it. You don't know real embarrassment until your hip sets off a metal detector. You know you're getting older when you bend over in the morning to tie your shoes and realize you didn't take them off the night before. The biggest disadvantage of old age is that you can't outgrow it. The most frustrating thing about getting older is that every time you see an expensive antique, you remember one just like it you once threw away. She's getting crows feet around her eyes. And I'll tell you, that crow has big feet! Let's face it, traveling just isn't as much fun when all the historical sites are younger than you are. You know you're past your prime when every time you suck in your gut, your ankles swell. I don't like to do things now that I did 20 years ago-like look in the mirror. I'm middle-age, middle-class,and middle-of-the-road. I feel like that white stuff in the middle of an Oreo. Heck, I don't feel a day older than I did a hundred years ago. Sometimes I feel old enough to be my own father. I'm suffering from Mallzheimer's disease. I go to the mall and forget where I parked my car. You know you're past your prime when you start getting air-guitar elbow. Age always corresponds inversely to the size of your multi- vitamin. My neighbors have been married for 60 years. They look like identical twins. One of them wears a dress. I don't know which one. author unknown -<>- _____ (((\\\\\ )_ \\\| / \\|\/ \\( ), & \) ( (( |` \\ ))) _ | \` __| ` | , \ ` , \ | \ ,\ , \ ' \/ \_ \/ \ `_,`-._ ` \ ejm / `-. _ \ ` / ,`. \ === / '== =`. | ==== / | === ` / /========= / | / , /______| / , ======== __-' | = === / ,======= ' - -- ( \ \ \ ` \ ` \ ` \_____ \ / ` _/ / '-- ' >WHEN I NEED TO FALL APART We don't always have to be strong. Sometimes our strength is expressed in being vulnerable. Sometimes we need to fall apart to regroup and stay on track. We all have days when we cannot push any harder, cannot hold back self-doubt, cannot stop focusing on fear, cannot be strong. There are days when we cannot focus on being responsible. Occasionally, we don't want to get out of our pajamas. Sometimes we cry in front of people. We expose our tiredness, irritability, or anger. Those days are okay. They are just okay. Part of taking care of ourselves means we give ourselves permission to "fall apart" when we need to. We do not need to be perpetual towers of strength. We ARE strong. (Heaventus...07/02/04) as seen in Da Mouse Tracks -<>- ,~~;,~~.~~, (`'` ` ` `, ~~``` ` ` ; |@ , @ | , '; ' ( ' ` ; `._o__/^;' '; ;..' ';.` ; . ' * _ ;.;)_____ . _- \____/ ) )_____ )’ _- __-- \_____/ |-_ -_:-._- __-- ___ |______| --_/:::\_-- _-- / , \---=|:::::|=---------- | , \ __-\:::/-__ -__ / ; | _- | -_sd--__ --- | , |_- . | . -_ --__ / ; | ‘ | ‘ -_ | , ; | ‘ | ‘ - / ; | |__'___^^_______^^ ~~ ^^ >DON’T HIDE YOUR LIGHT This past week, my Sunday School class discussed (among other things) the following verse: Luke 8:16-18 16 “No one, when he has lit a lamp, covers it with a vessel or puts it under a bed, but sets it on a lamp stand, that those who enter may see the light. For nothing is secret that will not be revealed, nor anything hidden that will not be known and come to light. Therefore take heed how you hear. For whoever has, to him more will be given; and whoever does not have, even what he seems to have will be taken from him.” It was an interesting discussion because we talked about some of the ways we, as Christians, “hide” our light. I raised the question because I was curious how these college-aged young people would answer. One of the ways, one offered, is that the light is never really lit. He was talking about how many kids go to church because their parents make them, and they act very “churchy”, but they don’t really have a light that’s lit. As the teacher for the senior high Sunday School class, I knew exactly what he was talking about. It’s pretty easy to see which kids want to be in church and which kids have “checked out.” I knew the day they get their license and got a job, most of them will either volunteer to work Sunday mornings or manufacture some other reason so they didn’t have to go to church. Looping it back to the question, however, I thought it important to note these people never had the light, but were merely “reflecting” the light from their family members. “The light” was never really theirs to hide. The majority of our discussion centered on how we wear ‘masks’ to hide the light within us. As Christians it’s really easy to put on the “Everything’s Okay. Praise the Lord!” mask for everyone to see. In a world filled with so much difficulty, this mask really hinders our witness. When we wear this mask, the world see us as fakes because it’s too hard to believe we have no problems. Friends, we need to let people know we have problems too. We get sick, have financial difficulties, struggle with sin, etc., just like everybody else. The difference is we have the Creator of the universe on our side to help us deal with these situations. There were many masks discussed, but the other one I want to mention is the “I’m going to heaven and you’re not” mask. This is one of the ugliest masks we can wear. Some call this the “Holier than thou” mask. Brothers and sisters, please don’t put this mask on. There’s nothing wrong with knowing your sin debt is paid through Christ’s sacrifice. That is the hope that each of us carries with us. It’s the hope needed in the world today. But the world is never going to look past your mask to see the hope if they think you’re judging them. We aren’t the judges people. God is. Take off your masks and show the love of Christ to others. That is how you’ll make a difference for His Kingdom. That is how you will let your light shine! Prayer: Father God, You have given us so much hope. We know you want us to share this hope with others. Please help us avoid the masks that hide your love from others. Give us the desire to do everything we can to help those who need to know you. Present us with opportunities to share our light with others. In Jesus Christ’s name we pray, amen. as seen in Friday's Bread -<>- To SUBSCRIBE: Send an e-mail with SUBSCRIBE CUP O'CHEER in the subject line to cheer316@sc.rr.com. ============================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: .---. .---. ,';' `.';' `.. f :Bo. ` d88: `\ /d88P' `\ ; /d888P' `. ',d8&8P' : ;d8&7' | :8: | qx >WHAT IS LOVE? Diane Ackerman said, "Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is." Over the years, I have been learning what it is. When I first got married, I wanted to show my love to my new wife. I was drawn to romantic stories like one from the time of Oliver Cromwell in England where a young soldier had been tried in military court and sentenced to death. He was to be shot at the "ringing of the curfew bell." His fiancée climbed up into the bell tower. Several hours before curfew time and tied herself to bell's huge clapper. At curfew time, when only muted sounds came out of the bell tower, Cromwell demanded to know why the bell was not ringing. His soldiers went to investigate and found the young woman cut and bleeding from being knocked back and forth against the great bell. They brought her down, and, the story goes, Cromwell was so impressed with her willingness to suffer in this way on behalf of someone she loved that he dismissed the soldier saying, "Curfew shall not ring tonight." That must be love, I thought! That was the kind of commitment I needed to make! I wanted to give my all. To tie myself to the bell for her. To die, if necessary, for her. To sacrifice myself on the altar of true love! I wanted her to know that I'd give it all up for her. But she never wanted me to die for her. Never! Clean the toilets, maybe, but never die. My commitment was to be shown in household chores! (I read that an exhaustive study showed that no woman ever shot her husband while he was doing dishes. What a relief. Washing wishes may lack inspiration, but it says "I love you" better than roses...) I was never called upon to tie myself to the bell. But I was still called upon to show my love - in little ways, mostly. I was needed to comfort her before we were married when the doctor told her she could never have children; to hold her hand and tell her I wanted her more than I wanted a family. I was called upon to sit by her hospital bed after surgery and encourage her. I was called upon to hold her after her father died and let her cry. I was also called upon to carve out alone time with her as often as possible and to make sure my plans included her as well as me. I was never needed to prove my undying love through a glorious act of self-sacrifice. It was something I was required to do in little ways, through one small act of kindness at a time. And that, I've learned, is love. -Steve Goodier -<>- _. ,-.,-"`""-./ \ / \ `-.| .:::.:::. \ / `-._ ::::::::: | "=\ ':::::' | .==" |o_|_ ':' | _o. ` (_) ,;;;,;;;, ; \\ ;;;;;;;;; \ _. /|-. ';;;;;' \ ` `'---'/ \ ';' \ .--._ /-' | ,-`. / `-._( / `-._`-._\ `\ '\ ( ` `'._ _, | \ / ~-. `| | | / `;-.| | | .' \ /| | / .'-. '. | \ | .' `-._ '. | /"` `\ jgs / `"--.,_'-._\-.___.'_ ; / `""";--' `. | / .'` \ /""-. ; / \""-, \ | / | \ | \ | '. |/ '. \ .'`-. / '._ '.,___,.;' '-.___.' `"""----------'` >Love Love is difficult to define yet easy to recognize. The more of it you give away, the more of it you have. The less you demand of love, the more it will bring to you. The fewer conditions you place on love, the more perfectly it will suit you, and the more meaningful it will become. Love can make a powerful, positive difference whenever it is present. And love can work its magic in every corner of your life. Give love to another and you forge a connection that empowers you both. Love the world around you and it will become more beautiful as a result. Love what you do and you become considerably more effective. Add love to knowledge and you'll have wisdom. Love life itself and you'll always find ways to give real meaning to every moment. Ralph Marston -<>- __ __ ,-' `' \ _---``-- / _ _ ; __ `. / / `' \; /`----- ) / .-/ ,( ), \-. ; | \( \ / )/; | - _5 `7 -; / ( ___-' `-____ | ( ___`-_ \ ____| \ / `,/ \ _(\__ / \ \ ; \ .' /' `i. / | | \ _-'( _\__-/ `- | | ` ,` `_ | BP >"Those Who Touch Our Lives" Every special person who touches our life leaves their own unique mark On our heart; a mark which can never be chiseled away even if the years Eventually pull us apart. We can take on their expressions and such the more we share of ourselves Together. It's those little things about another person that can remain A part in us forever. People who we have met throughout our life become a part of the person Who we are today. We learn and we grow from the relationships each one Touching us, in it's own special way. We laugh about spending too much Time together when we think we have become like each other. But it just Shows how much we've been touched by the relationship we have found with Another. Those special people who can touch our lives are like precious jewels Amongst life's treasures. They shine on us and leave a lasting Impression, a unique mark on our heart, a gift without measures. ~Author Unknown~ -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Help - God's Emergency Numbers: http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/poems/help.html Texas Outhouse Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/outhouse.html Willis (Sears) Tower! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/willist.html Playing With Food 3! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/food3.html Empire State Building! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/empire.html World's Best Husband! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/husbands.html Unique Designer Shoes! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/shoes.html Expensive Hotel Rooms! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/ehotels.html Our Valuable Anchor http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/ouranchor.html Christianity and The Renewed Mind http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/christianity.html -<>- >from Our Friend Fran :) History Lesson https://www.youtube.com/v/AgYLr_LfhLo?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0 --- ...A great one! Thanks Fran! -<>- >From Our Friend louiseA :) Watch the little boy in this video next to Ernie Ford as he sings Children Go Where I Send Thee. I'm not sure how Ernie managed to finish the song without bursting out laughing at this kid's musical antics. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_eWR2hT_YM&feature=player_embedded --- ...LOL! He's an awesome singer but he's just not used to kids! Thanks louiseA! You just have to watch the story of Alice Herz-Sommer. She was 110 years old and was said to be the oldest living pianist. She went through the horrors of a Nazi concentration camp, but you won't believe her wisdom on life, music and faith. You'll be crying well before the end of this year-old documentary clip. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=8oxO3M6rAPw --- ...Such A heartwarmer! Thanks LouiseA! Visit Melissa's Online Store You can get anything you want (except for Melissa ) at the online store http://pdhomes.net/mall/babylissa/mySTORES/ISELL4.html ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Fran :) | ____.......__ |\ .' _.--""''`` ``''--._ | \ .'/ ..--'` .-'` .._ | \.' / ..-'' .-' '.`'"-: ' .-'` .-' '. __...----""""""""""--.. \ - ..-'' ``""-._ \ .' _. \ `"- \ _.-'` | /-. \ `-. \ | / `. \ wkm `.\ |/ `-\ `. | >Magical Night Mystical magical lights of the night Fell to the earth in a storm They came down from Heaven and fell with such a might Oklahoma now a state of alarm. These lights how they twinkle in the bright moonlight There awesome to see in the night Their prisms reflecting from the trees and the land Oh, what a wonderful sight The ice it rained down from the heavens above And it poured liquid gold on the land These twinkling lights that adorn the earth Was designed by the Creators hand Yes the mystical magic lights of the night They twinkle and dance - what a sight We give thanks to God for the beauty he gives And the beauty he spreads in the night ImAuthor4U© --- ...Sweet one! Thanks Fran! ============================================================== .---------. _ |:: [-=-] | | | |_________| |~| |_| ,;;;;, I\ ,__ ,;;;, __, ///\\\\\ I |{ / . . \ } / " \\|| I | ) ( _ ) ( \_= _/// I |{___'-. .-'___}\___ )_\ I ||~/,'~~~~~,\~~|'---(( \ I \ // \\ | \ \ \ I \/ // | | /-/ I (/ (/ | |/||\ I | | | | I | | |____/ I :-----_o_-----: || | I | /~~|===|~~\ | (( | jgs I || |===| || ||_/ /^\ "~ '^^^' "" ((__| >We'll Operate Today! Story Editor: by Jackie Walton Joyce Schowalter Romania "Who can I send to the hospital with you?" asked my worried housemate, "Dorni". I needed to consult a surgeon to see if I needed surgery for appendicitis. I'm in Romania working for Romanian orphans, with Heart to Heart International Ministries (H2H). We work in a hospital for abandoned babies, playing with, feeding, and changing them. And we have a transition house teaching trades to boys and girls too old for the orphanage. Dorni wouldn't send an American to the hospital alone. Navigating language in a foreign hospital is daunting -- but she'd promised to babysit her sick niece. I suggested my 24-year-old, brown-haired, blue-eyed friend "Stefania", who'd translated for H2H for three years, and was working part-time while finishing nursing school. She knew the hospitals, and had a flexible schedule. Stephania immediately agreed to meet me. My visit didn't turn out as expected! The doctor felt my stomach, asked questions, and declared, "This is acute appendicitis; we'll operate today!" I was taken aback, having expected nothing more than tests and at worst, scheduling surgery "eventually". Numb, shaken, and a bit scared, I leaned on Stefania to help figure out what to do. She made phone calls, informed my family, resolved money issues, and talked with nurses. She returned to her nearby home and brought overnight things for us both. She held my hand when I came back from surgery while I tried to recover. That was only the beginning. The next two days Stefania was almost constantly at my side. That first night all I had to do was make eye contact and she came running to see what I needed. She held my head as I threw up (sometimes all over the bed or on her), gave me sips of water and tea -- she was always there. She called the nurses for painkillers, and held my hand while I moaned in pain waiting for them to kick in. She helped pick me up so the nurse could change my sheet, pulled my hair back and kissed my forehead. When they said the next day that I could get up and walk, she supported me in my hobbling, held my IV, and smoothed my blankets when I returned. Stefania also jumped right in to help my roommates. She helped them get to the bathroom or to sit up, called nurses for them, and rearranged their pillows. She praised their attempts to walk, poured tea and water, ran errands, and encouraged everyone. The nurses called her for help moving patients, etc. Many people made this experience the best it could be. The doctors and nurses took good care of me and tried to help me feel not so far away from home. During my convalescence my Romanian friends and co-workers called, cooked, visited, and otherwise cared for me, and I am so thankful to them. However, Stefania was in the right place at the right time, and gave in abundance. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: () `.. .. `... `.. `.... `.. `.. ()-'`-. `.. `..`. `.. `.. `.. `.. `.. `.. `| |\\ `.. `.. `.. `..`.. `..`.. `. `.. ' |__| \) `.. `.. `.. `..`.. `..`.. `.. `.. . //\\__ `.. `.. `. `..`.. `..`.. `. `.. `.. (( `--( `.. `..`.. `. .. `.. `.. `. `. `.... . )\ `.. .. `.. `.. `.... `.. `.. ,--._ ` ,-'`- ;-. `.. `.. `. `.. `.. ,: , `. `. `.. `. .. `.. `.. /. ` ,-' . \ `. `.. `. `.. `.. `.. ( ; `. ) `... `. `.. `.. `.. `.. | ' , `. | `. `.. `...... `.. `.. `.. ( / . ( ) `. `. `.. `.. `.. `.. \ ) `/ `.... `.. `.. `..`........`........ `. / ' ,' `-:_ _,-' Consider yourself hit by a snowball !! `--' -shimrod >FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Barbara's son likes to watch cartoons every afternoon. During a particularly gruesome "Road Runner" mishap, Barbara muttered, "That sure is violent for a cartoon!" Next time he saw a "Road Runner" cartoon Barbara's son said, "I know, Mom, you think they're purple." "Purple?" she questioned. He said, "Yep, you said they're violet!" -- Barbara McBride of Owens Crossroads, Alabama Tyler was quite young when he went shopping with his grandmother. He reminded her, "Don't forget to buy CRAYOLA (granola) bars for breakfast!" -- Pat Martin (grandmother of Tyler) of Chandler, Texas Jessica, 7, was standing at the kitchen sink when the cat walked by, making a noise indicating she wanted to go outside. "Mom, what's wrong with her... I think she needs to go lie down," Jessica said. "Jessica, honey, she's in heat," Jessica's mother Brenda said. "She wants a boyfriend." "You mean she wants to have babies?" Jessica asked. "Yes," Brenda replied. Jessica said, "Mommy, when you were in heat and wanted to have babies did you go and lie down?" -- Brenda Maples of Avilla, Indiana / / / .--. / / / / / \ / / / | /a / / / / / \ |/ / / / .-. / ) | / / / / __) / / / `. .--. / / / \| @( / | \ \ / // / / / / / .' \-/ / |\ \_|_\__ / -' / / / / | \' / | \___/)--) / / / / / \ \ / | | \ \ .-' / / / / \/) | | \.-' \ / (____\ /U\ _.---------'| `------._____________________/ \ \\__)-------.__ -- '`--` VK Macey, 3, was telling her Aunt Agga about the dentist coming to her preschool class. When Aunt Agga asked, "Did he look at your teeth?" Macey replied, "You don't understand... He is a she." (The dentist was a woman.) -- Margaret Penny (great-aunt of Macey) of Garner, North Carolina Liz was brushing the hair of her daughter Aimee, 3. Aimee squirmed a little bit and Liz told her, "Stay still so that I can get the snarls out of your hair." Travis, 5, said, "Where are they, Mommy? I don't see those snails that are in Aimee's hair!" -- Liz Serich of Westland, Michigan Kenna, 5, started to sing to the radio when they were going to the store. She was doing such a good job everyone said she was going to be a star. Alycia, 4, said, "I am going to be a star, too!" Kenna said, "No, there can only be one star." Alycia replied, "Well, then can I be a triangle?" -- Melba (grandmother of Kenna and Alycia) of Kansas, Oklahoma ___ .' \ | .--.| |(`--'| /\`'`'|_ / `::' `. / \ | | | \ _ \ \_ | .\__.--' \ .----|\ `---<\// | \ |`+'_| `.___|._./\| | \ `.|' |' \ `| | \ _/ `.( ))---/`-.__|_.--'--`. ((_ /\ .' `-/._ `. `-._ `-._ /\\`-./\ >-' / `-.`-. `-. _.---\ ` '__`_-( (-._ .J_ `-.`-. | (##) >. ` // \\ )_ `-.F `-.__ `-.`. |__.--' \ ` `\_//`'._`-.J `--.__ `-`. _.-) ' `--.__`-| `-.__>----'.-' `--`--.__ _.-')__.-'``. .-. `--._.-'-'"" ``._//_)) ` ` --'--\\ ._ ` ` _____.' ' `-.`- \\ //)\ ' ' `-._ .' .' ' `--' VK Deanna, 9, was watching her mother put on a pair of new white shoes as she prepared for an interview for a nurse's aide position. Deanna asked, "Mom, if you're old enough to tie your own shoes, how come you bought a Velcro pair?" -- Karen Payne (mother of Deanna) of Lily Dale, New York Kyle, 6, was studying the days of the week... "Sunnnn day, Monnn day, Tuessss day and Wednesss day..." He thought for a moment then got a big grin and said, "I know what it is - IT'S PAYYYYYDAY!" -- Patrick and Kyle Allen of Boise, Idaho A few years back, when the space shuttle was on a mission, Amber was asked this question in school: "What is the mission of the space shuttle?" Her answer? "To land." At that time, her answer was incorrect because the shuttle mission was to make a repair on the Hubble Telescope. After the Columbia disaster of Feb. 1, Amber told her father, Troy, "I was right." -- Amber Albert of Fremont, Indiana - __ - - @%o. _ - - _ _ %%`.'& __ _// %b ~ %' ""--" ,' =#=,-%%%" _ _-` _, .' \ "-" (_|"-.' .'\ `. \ \__.' \ \ _ _ - -..__ \ `. _\__--""" "-,_ "--.._ \,--,-" | --""--.._ " ,'"`_(.--"" / / | __ ""::--"" ( ( ) ( ( \ ""- . __..--"" .-' \ \ ( .. ) \ \ /\________ \,' ." - ( _ ) __,,--\ \_/|/ __ __ ""-, ; ,' - -. ,'_ _ _ \_/ (_/ /_/ / _ .-': ,' ,' ; ` ` ,' (_/ / |__/ _,' ,' PGMG `"""""----____________..--"" _ _ _ __ Janice was watching her grandchildren Shae, 9 months, and Tori, 4. Shae got a toy for Christmas that plays music constantly. It was driving Janice crazy. "Man, Tori, Sissy's toy would drive a guy nuts!" Janice said. Tori put her hands on her hips, tilted her head back and said, "Well, Grandma, don't look at me. I didn't get it for her. SANTA got it for her!" -- Janice Smith of Corunna, Indiana ========================================================== .--. .-..-..-..-. .--. .--. .-. .--. _.-._ : .--': `: :: :: :: .--': .--': : : .--' _.-._ : ` ' :`. `. : .` :: :: :: : _ : : _ : : : `; : ` ' : ,' '. _`, :: :. :: :; :: :; :: :; :: :__ : :__ ,' '. `-:_:-'`.__.':_;:_;`.__.'`.__.'`.__.':___.'`.__.'`-:_:-' unknown >-->Let Go and Let God Let go of all your worries, Let God see you through; Just turn it over to Him, Then they will be so few. He's there just for the asking, As we pray to Him each day; To help us climb the mountains, That might get in our way. So when troubles fall upon us, Get down upon your knees; He'll lift your spirits upward, If only you'll say, "Please." "Help me, God, I need you now, Don't ever go away; Your precious Son, my Jesus, His life for me did pay." So, today, I will let go, And let God have it all; Then tomorrow I'll look back, And say, "It seemed so small." 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