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THANK YOU! :) ================ >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press :) This scorcher from our friends LouiseA and Linda will give you your dose of awww for the day. One of those too sweet to not share with all of you! Check it out here... _ / ) ,-(,' ,---. (,-.\,' ` _)-._ ,' `(_)_) ,-`--. / ( ) / `-.,-'| / | / | ,^ / / | | / / / | | | | / \ ,.| | (`\ | | (\ | --. / \_ | hh (__( ___)-. | '' ) /) `---...\\\--(__))/-'-' My, How You've Grown! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/grown.html --- ...awww, just too adorable! Thanks Ladies! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: ,'-', :-----: (''' , - , ''') \ ' . , ` / \ ' ^ ? / \ ` - ,' `j_ _,' ,- -`\ \ /f ,- \_\/_/'- , `, , , /\ \ | / \ ', , f : :`, , <...\ , : ,- ' \,,,,\ ; : j ' \ \ :/^^^^' \ \ ; ''': \ -, -`.../ ' - -,`,--` \_._'-- '---: Storm >MY DADDY by Traci Walker Just a good ol' boy from North Carolina As country as could be Packed his bags, jumped in his car And headed to Tennessee. Fresh out of school, he went to work At the local KFC Frying chicken, working hard The way that it should be. One day he asked a sweet little lady Who worked there just for fun, Do you know any nice girls? She said, "No, not one. But one day that little lady's daughter Decided to stop by, And that lovely blond daughter Caught that Carolina boy's eye. The lovely daughter had two little girls And a cozy little home, But due to circumstances The lady was alone. So the Carolina boy Asked the lady for a date I guess the rest is history Or you could call it fate. The two of them got married And began a brand new life The Carolina boy now had two daughters And a lovely new wife. Things weren't always perfect As every family knows You have your share of ups and downs You have your grief and woes. Through it all, looking back I can say with a happy smile The memories we made along the way Were worth every mile. Of all the gifts life has given me And all the treasures I have had One of the greatest is the Carolina boy, That I proudly call my Dad. All my love, Traci (your big girl) -- Traci Walker The Story Behind the Poem, My Daddy: When I was seven years old and my younger sister was only four, our father was tragically killed in an automobile accident just two weeks after his twenty-seventh birthday. Mom was devastated and although we were really too young to understand what was going on, somehow I knew life would never be quite the same. After about a year, my mom's friends thought she should start dating and hopefully meet someone to fill the void in her life. Although mom was young and beautiful and certainly desirable, she was more interested in her girls and making sure our life was as comfortable as possible. We had a nice home, plenty of what we needed and all the love you could ask for, but we sure missed our father. Mom was lonely too, so just about every evening we would go to our grandparent's house for a visit. My grandmother, Nanny as we called her, had begun working part time at Kentucky Fried Chicken. Her boss was a nice young man named Charles who had recently moved to Tennessee from North Carolina where he was fresh out of college. His older brother had purchased two Kentucky Fried Chicken franchises and Charles was managing one of them. One day he asked Nanny if she knew any nice girls, to which she replied, "No, not a one!" We still laugh about her statement to this day! Mom, my sister and I decided to eat dinner at Kentucky Fried Chicken one evening and when Charles met my mom, he was interested in getting to know her better. To make a long story short, the two of them dated for a few months and decided to get married. My sister and I were so excited that we were getting a daddy. They had a quiet ceremony and we all went to the Smoky Mountains on a honeymoon. That was just the beginning of 32 very wonderful years for us. We were never called or considered "step" children, but we were his girls from day one. My mother was a queen and we were princesses. Daddy soon left Kentucky Fried Chicken and became a banker, which he did for 28 years before retiring in November 2003. He was a very loved and respected member of our community, a deacon at our church and a man that we were so proud to call our Daddy. He was passionate about his relationship with God, his love for his family and was an avid golfer. On October 29, 2004, we received news that would forever change our lives. Daddy had cancer. He had been living with Parkinson's for over ten years and dealt with it head on just like everything else. He seldom complained and was determined to squeeze as much out of life as possible. The treatments did not work and as a result we knew our time was running out. I have never experienced such overwhelming agony as I did seeing my Daddy suffer and wilt away. I have also never seen such courage demonstrated as I did as he bravely faced his destiny with as much humor and determination as he could muster. I will never forgot the day I was spending the morning with him and he had gotten violently ill. Mom and I were sitting outside the bathroom in case he needed assistance. All of the sudden he began singing, "Just A Closer Walk With Thee." That was such an inspiration to me that even though he was facing death, he still had a song in his heart. Daddy went home to heaven seven weeks to the day that he was diagnosed, so on December 17, 2004, I said goodbye to a man that was more than a father -- he was my daddy, not by blood, but by love and God's plan. I wrote the poem one week before he passed away and he loved it! ========================================================== >-->Story Time From Our Friend Geniann :) __ o / |/ _/___|___________ / _______ __\ _______ / /_o_||__| | \_\_\_\______________________/___ | \ \____________|______________ \ || | \ +_||_+ () () () ____| \ | \ _ ,, _ / ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ \_.=" )" "-._____,' ";__________________ /_^^^^^^^^ ^^^^ ^^^^ \__|==% ^^ ^^ ^^^^^^^^ ^^^^ ^^^ ^^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^ ^ ^^^^ ^^^ ^^^^ ^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^ ^^ ^^^^^ Sabian@pacbell.net >Old Eddie It happens every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembles a giant orange and is starting to dip into the blue ocean. Old Ed comes strolling along the beach to his favorite pier. Clutched in his bony hand is a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now. Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts....and his bucket of shrimp. Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier. Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.' In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave. He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place. Invariably, one of the gulls lands on his sea-bleached, weather- beaten hat - an old military hat he's been wearing for years. When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home. If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, 'a guy that's a sandwich shy of a picnic,' as my kids might say. To onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp. To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant....maybe even a lot of nonsense. Old folks often do strange things, at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters. Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida. That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better. His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker. He was a famous hero back in World War II. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft. Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were. They needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft. Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap. It was a seagull! Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal - a very slight meal for eight men - of it. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait......and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued. (after 24 days at sea...) Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first lifesaving seagull. And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude. (Max Lucado, In The Eye of the Storm, pp.221, 225-226) PS: Eddie was also an Ace in WW I and started Eastern Airlines. The Truth: The story about the plane crash and the seagull landing on the head of Eddie Rickebacker is true, according to the autobiography of Eddie Rickenbacker. The story of the man feeding the seagulls in the eRumor came from excerpt from a book by popular minister and inspirational author Max Lucado. The version circulating on the Internet contains details that did not appear in Lucado's book titled "In the Eye of the Storm." Rickenbacker was a pilot and a hero during WW I who became an ace and was presented with The Medal of Honor. The crash at sea took place in 1942 when he was sent by the U.S. government on a tour of the Pacific theater. The four-engine B-17 bomber on which he was a passenger went off course and ran out of fuel at sea. He went on to be a race car driver, an aviation consultant, and airline executive. Rickenbacker was not the founder of Eastern Airlines but was very influential in the General Motors acquisition of Eastern Air Transport, a compilation of North American Aviation and Pitcairn Aviation Company that was owned by Clement Keys. When General Motors acquired the company from Keys they renamed it to Eastern Air Lines. In January of 1934 Rickenbacker began his term general manager for Eastern Air Lines and later served also as the company's president. Now you have the full story! From: http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/r/rickenbacker.htm#.U4ePPXa9bYU --- ...A Great Story! Thanks Geniann! ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Jass :) _|_ ____|____ #%@@ /~~~~.~~~~\ @@%# @%%#%%, /~~~~/ \~~~~\ ,%%#%%@ %%@@%%@%/~~~~/ : \~~~~\%@%%@@%% `@%%%@#@/____/ (X) \____\@%%%@#@` @@\@%%@`|.`.| ___ |.`.|`@%%@/@@ `#%/@ |:x:|| .||:x:| @\%#` || |:x:|| ||:x:| || -_|| _-|:x:||~ .||:x:|-_ ||_- !-!-!-!-!-|___||___||___|-!-!-!-!-!lc >Quotes: "Everything is a life lesson. Everyone you meet, everything you encounter, etc. They're all part of the learning experience we call 'life.' Never forget to acknowledge the lesson, especially when things don't go your way. If you don't get a job that you wanted or a relationship doesn't work, it only means something better is out there waiting. And the lesson you just learned is the first step towards it." ~ Author Unknown "I don't know if anything in nature ever grows exactly the same, but they are always exactly as the way it should be, perfectly itself." ~ Bob Ross The person who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones. ~ Chinese proverb Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person. ~ Mother Teresa --- ...Sweet! Thanks Jacinto! -<>- ,-`"-=') =/////// ,== _,_(((((-`6\ ==.| /,,...\\\C _| .--. ((((\\\\\` _, /;_| )9 )))))./ `. / } _\,_ ,-'))) \ / /=-. ,-./ \/ '))) . /\_/ / \ (,-.%\ / /-' ') \/\ / ( \ (/ \ ' /( ' `-/ \( \ ,- / ( `-' \ . / / \ \ &_) /\ \ | ( /--.- \ \----,------=;% | _/ _); `. ` `-. .`\ ) +++/ \ ,," %&-. ; \\| `-` `-=.;_,.__.__\_,/ )_/___+_/_________\,"(_//_(__)______:-._) gpyy >Friends Without Faces We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens, We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze, Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes, Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody, to type out our name, We want recognition, but it is always the same. We hugs, and sometimes flirt, In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships - but - why we don't know, But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen, we can be so bold, Telling our secrets, that have never been told. Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind, With those we can't see, as though we were blind. The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell. We all have our problems, and need someone to tell. We can't tell "real" people, but tell someone we must, So we turn to the 'computer', and to those we can trust. Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains, They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names deed for another day, Morning has come in a special way, May you smile like the sunny rays & Leave your worries for some other day... --- ...Ah, Thought provoking! Thanks Jacinto! ========================================================= >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ,-'"""`-, ,-----. ,' \ _|_ / `. | 501 | /`.,'\ | /`.,'\ `-----' | ( /`. \|/ ,'\ ) | H |--|--;=@=:--|--| | H U ( \,' /|\ `./ ) H U | \,'`./ | \,'`./ U | (|) `. / """ \ ,' | (|) hh '-._|_,-` (|) >ECHOES OF KIND WORDS A little boy said to his father, "Let's play darts. I'll throw the darts and you say, `Wonderful!'" Here is a boy who was not afraid to ask for the encouragement he needs. Maybe we all have something to learn from him! Inspirational author and educator, Fr. Brian Cavanaugh, relates a story about the devastating effects of discouragement. Dante Gabriel Rossetti, the famous 19th Century poet and artist, was once approached by an elderly man who asked him to look at a few of his sketches and drawings. The gentleman wanted to know if the artist thought they were of any value. As gently as possible, Rossetti told the man that the sketches were of no value and showed little talent. He apologized for the harsh assessment but said that he believed he should be honest. The visitor was disappointed but asked the artist if he could take a look at just a few more, which were all done by a young art student. Rossetti looked over the second batch of sketches and immediately became enthusiastic over the talent they revealed. "These," he said, "oh, these are good." He went on to say that the young student shows much promise and should be given every help and encouragement, as he may have a great future if he will study and work hard. The old man was deeply moved. Rossetti asked, "Who is this fine, young artist? Your son?" "No," replied the visitor sadly. "It is I - forty years ago. If only I had heard your praise then. For you see, I became discouraged and gave up too soon." Mother Teresa wisely said, "Kind words can be short and easy to speak, but their echoes are truly endless." Sometimes it may be enough to just say, "Wonderful!" By Steve Goodier -<>- .="""=." /__ .. `"." ` `".`: `." <*^*^*>\ : ." (((()\ | : ." < ^((()|| : ." __, /\, = )))/ : ." .-"`{*} \_/ `~)_\/.' ." ." ::{*} \ \ / |: ." / .:. {*} \ \/ / |: ." |:: ' ::{*} \ / |: ." {^"*"^"*"^"*"^"*"^"*"^"*"^} |`"""|._.=" |^=.=^=.=^=.=^=.=^=.=^=.=^| | \ | .:. .:. .:. .:. .:. | | `\ | ' :: ' :: ' :: ' :: ' | / `\ | .:. .:. .:. .:. .:. | | `\ | ' :: ' :: ' :: ' :: ' | | `""-. _ {"*"^"*"^"*"^"*"^"*"^"*"^"*"} \ `\\ jgs `.=^=.=^=.=^=.=^=.=^=.=^=.` `-.__..-.__.-._.-\) >GUARDIAN ANGELS By: Joseph J. Mazzella I believe in guardian angels. Since I was a boy I have felt watched over, loved, and protected by my unseen friends and I am so thankful to God for them. I have had far too many near misses with hurt and harm over the years for it to be mere luck. I guess my guardian angels are keeping me around for a reason and I will do my best not to make their work too hard in the future. I also believe in guardian angels because I have seen one in action over the years. My oldest son graduates from high school this Spring. Through all of his years in school he has struggled with Autism. It has made it difficult for him to learn, to relate to others, and to function in this world. Thankfully, though, he has had a guardian angel with him every step of the way. His aide has been there with him through all the difficulties, through all the triumphs, through all the pains, and through all the joys. She was there when he first started to speak in sentences. She was there when he first started to read. She was there when he first started to make friends and play with the other children. She helped him through every frustration he faced and comforted him through every bit of sadness he had to endure. She helped him to become the happy and loving soul that he is today. She loved him, cared for him, guided him, encouraged him, and watched over him. She has been his aide, his friend, his second mother, and his guardian angel. Words can never express all the good that she has done for him. All I can say to her is "Thank you so much for being such an angel in my son�s life." There are many guardian angels in our lives. Some are unseen, but some walk with us and help us everyday. Take the time then to thank God for all the guardian angels in this world. Take the time as well to thank all the guardian angels that touch your own life. But most of all take the time to be a loving, joyous guardian angel yourself to every hurting heart that needs you. -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Are Angels Real? http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/angelsreal.html Hot Air Balloons http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/hotair.html Fishing In Florida http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/fishing.html Nanny Animals 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/nannyanimals2.html Hand Painting 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/hpaint2.html Lilly And Madison http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/greatdanes.html Amazing Trivia Facts http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/triviafacts.html Arrows Across America http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/arrows.html -<>- >From Our Friend Geniann :) WHERE ALL THE OLD WRENCHES GO We have this one here... Wrench Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/wrenchart.html --- ...An Amazing one! Thanks Geniann! -<>- >From Our Friend Melody :) Giovanna e Angiolino - YouTube http://www.youtube.com/embed/pbcvhVA66lw The Cat And The Duckling http://www.flixxy.com/the-cat-and-the-ducklings.htm --- ...Fun ones! Thanks Melody! 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 ========================================================== .'| () .-' | / .-} /.-} | .-} / |_| ( |_|-.| |_|/\ (_), \(_) (_) / | \X\ | \\ | \/ |\_/\\_ |\_/ |\_\ |:| \/ |:| \:\ |:| |:| |\:| j|:| |:| ||:| ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ >Carry On and Rise Above Story Editor: by Lindsay Larcombe Anne Wilson United Kingdom He wasn't a celebrity who did good work for charity or humanitarian organisations, laudable though they are. He was my senior school music teacher in the late 60s and early 70s, when I attended school in Essex, UK, outside of London. Mr Howarth had a very bad cleft palate, and when he was born in the 1920s the corrective surgery we now take for granted wasn't available. As a result, his speech was badly affected. Did this impact his teaching, with children constantly asking him to repeat things and mocking him behind his back? Not at all. His love of music and energetic baton work enthused everyone he taught. The orchestra tried not to giggle whilst following his expressive direction. He encouraged even the most non-musical of students. His love of music was so infectious he got many pupils to join the choir, band, and orchestra -- though they would never have thought of joining on their own. He showed by example the best way to overcome a handicap -- carry on regardless, and rise above it. He had trouble remembering pupil names, so if he didn't know your name he had a solution. He called all the boys "Archibald" and all the girls "Alice." It made for hilarious lessons when he shouted, "Archibald! Pay attention!" with his pronounced lisp, even though the child in question had no idea the remark was aimed at him. Once we rehearsed for a school concert on a stage made of hollow moveable blocks, a school staple in the UK. There were a lot of solo acts and choir performances in between the orchestral and band pieces, so there was a lot of pupil movement on the temporary stage. Mr Howarth was insistent that we didn't jump up and down on the blocks as it could be dangerous. He was not a small man and he made the mistake of demonstrating what we were not to do. One of his energetic jumps resulted in him going through the block, up to his thighs in broken wood. Luckily, apart from bruising his dignity (and probably his legs) he was unhurt. Mr Howarth was so loved that when he retired in the 80s, after over 40 years of teaching, many former pupils returned for a surprise farewell concert in his honour. He was moved to tears when he realised he had affected so many generations of pupils. We played all his favourite pieces, and I don't think there was a dry eye in the house when we played "Land of Hope and Glory", a rousing tune well known in the UK. I had many good teachers, but Mr Howarth was head and shoulders above the rest, and will always be an inspiration to me. I feel privileged to have known and been taught by him. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: _ _(_)_ wWWWw _ @@@@ (_)@(_) vVVVv _ @@@@ (___) _(_)_ @@@@ @@()@@ wWWWw (_)\ (___) _(_)_ @@()@@ Y (_)@(_) @@()@@ wWWWw @@@@ (___) `|/ Y (_)@(_) @@@@ \|/ (_)\ @@@@ (___) / Y \| \|/ /(_) \| |/ | / Y \ | \ |/ | / \ | / \|/ |/ \| \|/\ | \ |/ jgs|// \\|/// \\\|//\\\|///\|/// \\\|// \\|// \\\|// |// \\|/// ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ >THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Tim, the father of three, was lying on the sofa, exhausted after a hard day's work and taking it easy because he had hurt his knee. "I am feeling really old," Tim told Andrew, 5. "Not me!" Andrew said brightly. "I'm feeling brand new!" Dustin, 3, told his mother that when he grows up his name will change. "No it won't," his mother said. "Yes, it will," Dustin said. "What will it be?" his mother asked. "Daddy!" Dustin replied. (So far, Dustin's name has not changed!) Not long after the close of the World Series, Christopher, 7, was still eating and breathing baseball. One night his father, Dave, wanted to see how Christopher would do reading the "Good News Bible." Dad was proud as Christopher began, "This is a list of the ancestors of Jesus Christ, a des... des... " Christopher couldn't pronounce "descendant" so he blurted out, "Jesus Christ... a designated hitter!" After Grandpa died the little Jeremy went with his mother to put flowers on the grave. Jeremy said his favorite toy was the wooden rifle Grandpa had made for him. Jeremy's mother said Grandpa was in heaven. She held Jeremy's hand and said softly, "I miss you, Grandpa. And I love you." Jeremy looked at his mom and smiled. Then he cupped both hands around his mouth and yelled at the grave, "THANKS FOR THE GUN, PAPA GEORGE. I REALLY LIKE IT A LOT!" _.=;;;;;;/ '.,-,.' \ .:="` _ _\_.'\_/'._/ //_ _ (_I_) / | \ ||(_I_) (_>@<_)/_/_\ \ |(_>@<_)_(_I_) (_I_)\|_ |_(_I_)_I_)-_.(_>@<(_I_) (_I_)-(_>@<_(_I_)_I(_>@<_) (_>@<_)-(_I_(_>@<_)=_(_I_) (_I_)_-=_==_(_I_)=__=-/ \-=_=-_-=_-_=__=-_=/ jgs \_=-_-_==-_=-__=-/ '-==--===-===--' On a hot summer day Fred took his son Barry, 3, for a bike ride. On the way home Barry was too tired for the return uphill and he asked his father to carry him AND the bike. His father said Barry would have to walk and push the bike himself. "But you're a psychologist," Barry said. "You're supposed to HELP people!" When Miko was 4 (he is 6 now), his mother's "mum" took him to the mall with her friends. He was following Ursula's "mum" until she wanted to buy something and asked him to stay for a while with her friends. One of her friend made sure that Miko wouldn't go anywhere by holding his hand. Later Miko whispered, "Grandma, I think she stayed too long in the bathtub, because her skin wrinkles." -- Ursula of Jakarta, Indonesia When Jeff was a little boy and his mother told him she was going to a "Tri Kappa meeting" he told her he thought she was going to a meeting to try on hats! -- Barb Davis (mother of Jeff) of Kendallville, Indiana (Note: Tri Kappa is a women's club in Indiana.) wWWWw wWWWw vVVVv (___) wWWWw (___) vVVVv (___) ~Y~ (___) vVVVv ~Y~ (___) ~Y~ \| ~Y~ (___) |/ ~Y~ \| \ |/ \| / \~Y~/ \| \ |/ \\|// \\|// \\|/// \\|// \\|// \\\|/// jgs^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Aliyah, 5, was driving with her mother in the country and saw some bulls grazing in a field. Aliyah asked, "Mom, do bulls have gutters?" -- Destiny Renkenberger (mother of Aliyah) of Kendallville, Indiana Koen, 4, is playing T-ball and loves to go to the local Greensboro Grasshoppers baseball games. He refers to the players as "baseball mans." Koen and his daddy had been having batting practice in the back yard, when they were called in for lunch. After finishing his hot dog, Koen asked, "Daddy, will you come back outside and throw the ball at me." -- Dennis Smith (Koen's PawPaw) of Oak Ridge, North Carolina TerryAnn has a very thick New Orleans accent, even after not living there for 30 years. She was taking vitamins and her granddaughter asked if she could have one. TerryAnn had bought some new children's vitamins and she gave her one, the color of her choice. The little girl looked at it, confused, because it was not the usual gummy bear. "What do I do with this?" she asked. "Chew it," TerryAnn said. As TerryAnn was putting the vitamins back in the cabinet she could hear her granddaughter going, "Aaahh, choo. Aaahh, choo," blowing on the vitamin! -- TerryAnn Fielding of Brandon, Mississippi ,_('--, (.--; ,--')_, | ;--.) .-. |.| .-. \|\|/ .-. .-.`\|/|/`_ `\|/|/` ' `^jgs`^^`^``^``^``^``^`` Here's another story from TerryAnn. Gabby received a dog for her third birthday. She heard wild giggling from the kitchen and found Gabby laughing because the floor had a spot on it from the dog having an accident. Gabby said, "Odie did it. He pee-peed. Odie needs a diaper!" Later TerryAnn caught Gabby trying to put a diaper on the dog! Sophie, 5, is definitely not a morning person. One morning she was admonished for being very mean to a family member. Sophie threw a monster tantrum which resulted in a "time-out" in her bedroom. From behind the bedroom door she could be heard to say, "I cannot help it if I am not a morning person. God made me this way!" -- Johanna Methot (Oma to the grandchildren) of Peterborough, Ontario, Canada Here is another Sophie story. The weather in Ontario has been as odd as in the rest of the continent. One night Kathy, Sophie's mom, googled "Earth" on the computer and showed Sophie and her little brother Jacob where Peterborough is on the globe. They wanted to see more, and were quite fascinated with the arctic regions, "where it is really cold." The next day Sophie left her spring jacket in the car as they were dropped off at the sitter's. Kathy brought it to her and said, "You will only need it for school." Sophie took this to mean something quite different than intended. When Kathy picked her up she said, "I was the only little girl in the WHOLE school to wear my jacket in class. I was the only little girl in the WHOLE world to wear a jacket -- me, and the people in Antarctica." _,==,==,_ /\/=`==`\/) /\|=\o\,-.,'|\,-; |-; /\/'8._.'/\8o |.-; .-\ \|=\8o_,o8o.; / .'-. `-._`o8/\/.'_/-.8/`|o.--.-` .-`8'.o|=\8o'.__\-.8'-.-'` `-._.-"\/"o/ \8_'-.|\_/`. (_.__=,\.' _ = __) (__._.__,` - __,_.) \_ =-__ / jgs `-. ________.-' Isaiah, 3, wanted some ice cream but it was only 10 a.m. so his mother told him he would have to wait. So he took a different approach. Isaiah gently put his mother's face in his hands and began to sing, "You are so beautiful, to me." (He really enjoys watching the Little Rascals movie). -- Irma Cisneros (mother of Isaiah) of Phoenix, Arizona Ember, 2, went to church with Gram and Granddaddy. She went down to help with the penny march, which is where all the children go to the front of the church, hear a short Bible story and then walk around with a cup collecting pennies from people. Granddaddy was sitting at the end of the pew and when Ember came back to sit down, she said "Move!" Gram gasped and said "Ember RaeAnn!" Ember quickly said, in a sweet voice, looking like a little angel, "Excuse me, please!" -- Gram of Lufkin, Texas When Brian was 8, after hearing the second verse of "Amazing Grace" (Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come...) he asked his father, "What is a toilet snare?" -- James Tew (father of Brian) of Kendallville, Indiana ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Fran :) _ |E] .-|=====-. | |Email | ___|________| || || || www ,;, || )_(,;;;, <_> \ || \|/ \_/ \|/ \\|| \\| |// _jgs_\|//_\\|///_\V/_\|//__ >Everyday Everyday you make me smile You let me know you care. You help me see the good in things. And for me you're always there. Everyday You ease my pain, And help me through my day. You let me know I'm not alone, You teach me love that way. Everyday I say a prayer To keep you safe and free. And everyday is filled with hope, That you'll spend time with me. Everyday you show me love Wanting nothing back from me. 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