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THANK YOU!! ================ >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press! :) Our latest hottie is from our friend PatDeE. These artists never cease to amaze me! They can take a boring wall and turn it into a thing of beauty to admire for years to come! Check this out here... ______ | O | | ,|._ | | `A _|__ |__|\_\ \ O \ ._|.) \___A _|_ |\ SSt Wall Mural Art 4 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/wallart4.html (PLEASE LIKE IT ON FACEBOOK And/Or Google+) --- ...I love this series! Thanks PatDeE! Our Friend EdLaF sent us a link to a video for one of our pages so I updated the page with it. Chcek It out here... .-"""-. _.---..-; :.) ;"" \/ __..--'\ ;-"""-. ;._ `-.___.^.___.'-.____J__/-._J bug True Duck Tale http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/duck.html --- ...Really an awesome story! Thanks EdLaF! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: &&& && && &&&&. &&& .&&&&& && &&& &&&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&& & &` && && .&&&&& &&&; &8 .&&&: && &` & && 8&& & `& && && .&_ oO_&.-.-. && ( __ -/--' &&~ .'-__-'& &&&~`'\`& &&&~` _& &&&&` && &&8&&&& &&&&&&& & &&&&&&& &&;&&&&&&& &&&&&&&&&& ~~~ .~~~~~ `&&&&&&&&& ~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~;!&&&&&&&&&&~/~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~\~~~~&/` \`~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~ `~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ BP >MOTHER'S DAY OUT OF CONTROL by Joseph Walker West Virginian Anna Jarvis is universally credited with coming up with the idea for an American Mother's Day in 1908. What isn't as widely remembered is that nine years after the first official Mother's Day in this country, Anna Jarvis became the nation's most publicly outspoken opponent of -- what else? -- Mother's Day. This is roughly akin to Santa dissing Christmas, or Punxsutawney Phil being a conscientious objector to Groundhog Day. This is Henry Ford urging the automobubbling public to park their Model T's, or Wilbur and Orville Wright coming back from Kitty Hawk and saying, "Never mind. They'll just start charging people extra to check their luggage." By all accounts (i.e., Wikipedia), Jarvis led a six-year campaign that eventually led to President Woodrow Wilson making Mother's Day an official national holiday in 1914. Her concept was a day to honor mothers in general -- and her own mother in particular -- in quiet, intimate and deeply personal ways. Within a few years, however, the commercialization of Mother's Day soured Jarvis on the whole idea. She hated Mother's Day greeting cards, which she felt were the lazy person's way out of writing a personal, heart-felt letter. She protested -- literally -- the growing influence of florists and jewelers on the holiday. In 1948, the same year that she died, records show that she was actually arrested while protesting against Mother's Day commercialization. It was as if the Easter Bunny had been jailed for protesting the coloring of Easter eggs. Jarvis' fight against Mother's Day lasted four times longer than her fight to make it a national holiday, and consumed whatever fortune she had accumulated in life. To her dying day she is reported to have said that she regretted the creation of Mother's Day because "it became so out of control." I know. In an era that features "Bad Girls Club," "Desperate Housewives" and "Girls Gone Wild," it is difficult to put the words "Mother's Day celebration" and "out of control" in the same sentence. But let's just assume for a second that Jarvis was on to something. Let's assume that the estimated $2.6 billion Americans will spend this year on Mother's Day flowers and the $1.53 billion they will spend on other miscellaneous Mother's Day gifts and the $68 million they will spend on greeting cards is... well... you know... out of control. Is there a better, more under control way to honor mothers on Mother's Day? A few months after my mother died, I spent a few evenings with my father sorting through some of Mom's things. It had taken him that long to reach the point where he felt he was ready to face the feelings and emotions that surely would come. We smiled a lot and we both shed a few tears as we made our way through a box of precious things that Mom, for one reason or another, had decided to hang on to. Among the keepsakes and souvenirs within that box were a dozen or so Mother's Day cards from her children and grandchildren. Keep in mind that Mom had eight children and 54 grandchildren -- she had received hundreds of Mother's Day cards through the years. But for some reason, she chose to save these particular cards. After examining them, it became clear why they were treasured. It had nothing to do with the design or intrinsic value of the card itself. In every case there was a hand-written message -- sometimes in childish scrawl, sometimes in careful adult script -- that expressed profound feelings. There were no cards that just said, "Love, Kathy" or "Love ya, Mom!" or even "Happy Mother's Day!" The cards she cherished were cards that explained, in the giver's own hand and words, why SHE was cherished. So, OK -- I'm not fully on board with Anna Jarvis. I'm not saying you shouldn't buy the Mother's Day flowers and gifts. Heaven knows, the economy needs that multi-billion dollar jolt right about now. But don't let your money do your talking for you. Don't assume the mother you honor will know how you feel by the simple fact of your gift. Tell her, in your own words, why you love her. Your message doesn't have to be long and flowery -- it just has to come from your heart. Write it. Speak it. Text it. Pray it. But for heaven's sake, share it. Those words, expressing those tender emotions, are what makes Mother's Day so sweet. And not quite so out of control. -- Joseph Walker ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend JoanB :) _________ _________ _,.,-----''''---.. _,--' '-.. __ ___________ _,' '-."+_ .-"""+.-' .- ___.' \ L )-.__ _/---"""""' .-'\`\ __ `-..-' """"---------""(____ ___.-'\ \\ \ \ / .:----'\___\ \_\ |/_/ _.---. 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With their rich maroon gowns flowing and the traditional caps, they looked almost as grown up as they felt. Dads swallowed hard behind broad smiles, and Moms freely brushed away tears. ... This class would NOT pray during the commencements, not by choice, but because of a recent court ruling prohibiting it. The principal and several students were careful to stay within the guidelines allowed by the ruling. They gave inspirational and challenging speeches, but no one mentioned divine guidance and no one asked for blessings on the graduates or their families. The speeches were nice, but they were routine until the final speech received a standing ovation. A solitary student walked proudly to the microphone. He stood still and silent for just a moment, and then, it happened. All 92 students, every single one of them, suddenly SNEEZED !!!! The student on stage simply looked at the audience and said, 'GOD BLESS YOU' And he walked off the stage... The audience exploded into applause. This graduating class had found a unique way to invoke God's blessing on their future with or without the court's approval. Isn't this a wonderful story? Pass it on to all your friends.........and GOD BLESS YOU!!!! --- ...Awww, A great classic! Thank You JoanB! =========================================================== >-->From Our Friend Bunni :) _ __..--''/\ _..-''_.\`| / \ \`-._ `.-'_ / \ \ ``-.(|\)`._ \ \ ,' `-._\ \ / _..--'' \/_..-'' SSt >UNANSWERED LETTERS There are many times when we begin a certain task that God lays on our hearts and because we think our efforts are minimal and not making a Difference, we quit the job that God told us to pursue. The enemy loves to plant seeds of doubt and lure us into thinking that we Are not capable of making a difference in this world, but with God's help we can overcome and fulfill the destiny that God has for every believer. If you are going through a situation of doubting your task unto the Lord, then I hope this story will bless and encourage you to never quit what God has laid on your heart because you may never know of the lives that you are Touching. I read of a man who was involved in a tragic accident. He lost both legs And his left arm and only a finger and thumb remained on the right hand. But he still possessed a brilliant mind, enriched with a good education and broadened with world travel. At first he thought there was nothing he could fo but remain a helpless sufferer. A thought came to him. It was always nice to receive letters, but why not write them--he could still use his right hand with some difficulty. But to whom could be right? Was there anyone shut-in and incapacitated like he was who could be encouraged by his letters? He thought of men in prison--they did have some hope of release, whereas he had none--but it was worth a try. He wrote to a Christian organization concerned with prison ministry. He was told that his letters could not be answered because it was against prison rules, but he still decided to commence this one-sided correspondence. He wrote twice a week, and it taxed his strength to the limit. But into the Letters he put his whole soul, all his experience, all his faith, all his wit, and all his Christian optimism. Frequently he felt discouraged and was tempted to give it all up. But it was his one remaining activity, and he resolved to continue as long as he could. At last he got a letter. It was very short, written on prison stationery by The officer whose duty it was to censor the mail. All it said was: "Please write on the best paper you can afford. Your Letters are passed from cell to cell till they literally fall to pieces." No matter what your situation may be like, you still have the ability to encourage someone who is discouraged and lift up someone who is feeling low. Take this story as an encouragement to give your all for someone else and do not worry about the results. No good work will go unseen and only God knows Of the impact that your life can have on someone else. Let us not do our good works so that we may be praised, but let us do good Works so that others may be lifted up and God be praised because of our Intervention. The only thing that we can take with us into eternity is what we have done For the Lord. There are no bank accounts in heaven to show how much your net worth was on the earth, but there will be accounts in heaven of what you Did to show your life as an example in leading others to Him. -- Unknown --- , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' ...So true! Thanks Bunni! 1 Cor.15: [58] Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord. Isa.55: [11] So shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth: it shall not return unto me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please, and it shall prosper in the thing whereto I sent it. =========================================================== >-->SermondFodder: >Ready to Retire? Take this quiz to find out. . . . . ,-,--. __| //``-, \ \_`\ )\a-a-? \ \ \_`(_=_/_-`__ \__, , \| | _ _,' ___7 ) | (_)(_`__(_,---' | ( _( ) | / /_| |________| __/__/__|__|_________) _________(__,_|)/ (__)|/____\(_______________ mic Question: How many days in a week? Answer: 6 Saturdays, 1 Sunday Question: When is a retiree's bedtime? Answer: Three hours after he falls asleep on the couch. Question: How many retirees does it take to change a light bulb? Answer: Only one, but it might take all day. Question: What's the biggest gripe of retirees? Answer: There is not enough time to get everything done. Question: Why don't retirees mind being called Seniors? Answer: The term comes with a 10% discount. Question: Among retirees what is considered formal attire? Answer: Tied shoes. Question: Why do retirees count pennies? Answer: They are the only ones who have the time. Question: Why are retirees so slow to clean out the basement, attic or garage? Answer: They know that as soon as they do, one of their adult kids will want to store stuff there. Question: What is the best way to describe retirement? Answers: The never ending Coffee Break. Question: What's the biggest advantage of going back to school as a retiree? Answer: If you cut classes, no one calls your parents. Question: Why does a retiree often say he doesn't miss work, but misses the people he used to work with? Answer: He is too polite to tell the whole truth. This post is brought your way by Sermon Fodder and Joke A Day Ministries. To subscribe drop a note to Sermon_Fodder-subscribe@yahoogroups.com or to ajokeaday7-subscribe@topica.com. Please leave this attached if you forward this to friends. ============================== , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' >SERVANTS Read Acts 1:6-8 One of the biggest problems in the church today is that many Christians don't see themselves as servants of the Lord. However, it's not His will that we just come to church and listen to sermons. He wants us to go out and be Christ's witnesses wherever we are or wherever He sends us. The roles and methods by which we carry out our witness will be different, but each believer has a vital role to play. Individually, you may feel as if your efforts have little impact, but the Lord can work wonders through a willing servant. No one is too messed up to be used by Him: He specializes in taking broken people and making them whole. Nor does anyone reach an age when he or she is no longer useful—if you're still alive, God isn't done with you yet. The question is not whether we are adequate to be His witnesses, but whether we are willing. God has promised the power of the Holy Spirit to accomplish His purposes through us, but if we won't use His divine strength, we waste opportunities for impact. Earthly responsibilities have a way of stealing our attention and limiting our obedience to the Lord. However, nothing in life is more important than doing the will of the Father. Have duties and pleasures of this world lured you away from your responsibility to tell others about the Savior? Salvation is not just an experience to be enjoyed; it's a gift to be shared. You don't need a theology degree. Just tell what Jesus has done for you, and the Spirit will do the rest. Charles Stanley For more go to http://www.intouch.org/ ================================================================= >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ,-`"-=') =/////// ,== _,_(((((-`6\ ==.| /,,...\\\C _| .--. ((((\\\\\` _, /;_| )9 )))))./ `. / } _\,_ ,-'))) \ / /=-. ,-./ \/ '))) . /\_/ / \ (,-.%\ / /-' ') \/\ / ( \ (/ \ ' /( ' `-/ \( \ ,- / ( `-' \ . / / \ \ &_) /\ \ | ( /--.- \ \----,------=;% | _/ _); `. ` `-. .`\ ) +++/ \ ,," %&-. ; \\| `-` `-=.;_,.__.__\_,/ )_/___+_/_________\,"(_//_(__)______:-._) gpyy >People Pleaser I have always been a people pleaser. I have always tried to fit in, to be one of the crowd. At school I was everybody's friend. I fit in with the Preps and the Goths and every other stereotype you can imagine. It seemed to me that everybody else had something I wanted. No matter what I did, I couldn't find it. I have gone to church just about my whole life. I sang the songs and talked the talk, but I never really bought into it. I always thought that since other people in my family believed, I didn't have to--I was covered. I loved going to church and hanging out with my friends on Sundays, but on Monday I was the girl who always fit in. About God I always thought, How I am I supposed to love a person I don't know? Like if someone said to you, "I know a guy, and he's madly in love with you. Don't you love him, too?" If you had any common sense, you'd want to know who the person was--at least I did. People always say, "I found Jesus." That's not how it was for me. I didn't find anything, no matter how hard I looked. The bottom line is that Jesus came looking for me. Don't get me wrong--it wasn't like, "Oh, I know Jesus now," and everything was all hearts and flowers. I wish it worked that way. But about a year and half ago, I started to run after God for real. Some of my friends from church talked me into going to a conference with them, and one of the speakers talked about how if you fit in perfectly with the world, you have a problem. I didn't think of it as a problem. I just thought the speaker didn't have any friends in high school and was still bitter about it. The other speakers were all about change-the-world-this and change-the-world-that. I was doing just fine in my little corner of the world not changing anything. They weren't hitting me like a lightning bolt: boom, change the world for Jesus. Then over the weekend I was praying one of my packaged prayers: you know, "Bless Mom, bless Dad, thanks for everything I own, it would be nice to have world peace while you're at it." But during my prayer, the speaker's voice kept playing in my head. It hit me that out of all the people I knew, maybe two knew I was a Christian. I'm always trying to fit in--not make waves, I thought. Exactly what kind of impact am I making? I knew if I were to speak up, people would look at me like I'd escaped from a place with padded walls--but if I didn't, then one day I'd have to try to explain to God that I was too embarrassed to let people know that I loved him. I didn't want to have to imagine that. So I switched off of my "bless everyone" prayer and began to talk to God for real. I asked for boldness and courage every night, but in the morning I didn't wake up feeling like Wonder Woman. Then I remembered how my older sister once told me that courage only comes after you face what you fear. You have to challenge your fears in order to defeat them. I decided to speak up about my faith, although I knew that it wouldn't be easy for me. I was really scared of what people would think. Remember, I had never been an individual; I had always tried to blend in. It was a huge stretch for me. It is never easy being the only one standing for what you believe. I discovered that my sister was right. After I told one person what I believed, telling one more wasn't difficult. Believe it or not, other people saw that I was making a stand for Jesus, and they stood up right next to me. For the first time in my life, I didn't try to fit in with anyone. In the process, I lost some of my friends because of my honesty. But faithful to the end, God soon sent good, strong Christian friends-- people I didn't know well and really didn't want to know at first, I'll admit. Now that they are my friends, I see how judgmental and wrong I was. I would have missed so much not really knowing them. Things are not easy; I don't think they ever will be. There are times when I know I am supposed to witness, but I back out. I kick myself for it, but I know that God forgives me every time. He's working with me. I no longer fit in with every group, but how can you be passionately in love with Jesus and still play the field? You can't. If it comes down to a choice between "be welcomed on this earth" or "be welcomed in heaven," I will choose heaven any day. -- Lauren Alyson Schara, 16 -<>- /|Zz, /_|\ ` \ | /__|_\ `\!,/ /___|__\ ~-~(~)~-~-~-~-~-~-=========~-~-~-~- ,,!`` ~-~-~-~-~ ` ) ' ~- ~-~ , , ! `-~-~ -~- ` _) ' -~-~ ~-!-~-~-~-~-~ ` )' ~-~-~ ejm ~-~ ~-~-~ `)Ss` >The Sailor's Decision Author Unknown After a few of the usual Sunday evening hymns, the church's pastor once again slowly stood up, walked over to the pulpit, and gave a very brief introduction of his childhood friend. With that, an elderly man stepped up to the pulpit to speak, "A father, his son, and a friend of his son were sailing off the Pacific Coast," he began, "when a fast approaching storm blocked any attempt to get back to shore. The waves were so high, that even though the father was an experienced sailor, he could not keep the boat upright, and the three were swept into the ocean." The old man hesitated for a moment, making eye contact with two teenagers who were, for the first time since the service began, looking somewhat interested in his story. He continued, "Grabbing a rescue line, the father had to make the most excruciating decision of his life....to which boy he would throw the other end of the line. He only had seconds to make the decision. The father knew that his son was a Christian, and he also knew that his son's friend was not. The agony of his decision could not be matched by the torrent of waves. As the father yelled out, 'I love you, son! He threw the line to his son's friend. By the time he pulled the friend back to the capsized boat, his son had disappeared beyond the raging swells into the black of night. His body was never recovered." By this time, the two teenagers were sitting straighter in the pew, waiting for the next words to come out of the old man's mouth. "The father," he continued, "knew his son would step into eternity with Jesus, and he could not bear the thought of his son's friend stepping into an eternity without Jesus. Therefore, he sacrificed his son. How great is the love of God that He should do the same for us." With that, the old man turned and sat back down in his chair as silence filled the room. Within minutes after the service ended, the two teenagers were at the old man's side. "That was a nice story," politely started one of the boys, "but I don't think it was very realistic for a father to give up his son's life in hopes that the other boy would become a Christian." "Well, you've got a point there," the old man replied, glancing down at his worn Bible. A big smile broadened his narrow face, and he once again looked up at the boys and said, "It sure isn't very realistic, is it? But I'm standing here today to tell you that THAT story gives me a glimpse of what it must have been like for God to give up His Son for me." "You see....I was the son's friend." -- Author Unknown -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment Miniature Wonderland http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/modeltrain.html Earth In Perspective http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/earth.html Love Thoughts http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/love.html Dog Warriors http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dogwarriors.html Small Thoughts http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/smallthoughts.html Doug Landis Mouth Ar http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/mouthart.html Worms http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/worms.html God's Night Lights http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/night.html YouTube Bible Teachings http://tinyurl.com/dgefoh 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 If You haven't joined LynnLynn's mailing List yet, send a blank e-mail to LynnLynns-links-subscribe@Yahoogroups.com ========================================================== ,%/7\\` (/// .\\) (((( - ))) ((|)_*_/((( ))(/) (\((|) ((((\___/))(\ / ,-) (-. \ ( ( ( _ _ ) ) ) >She Saved Me Story Editor: by Pris Haffenden Joyce Schowalter California, USA When I was a youngster I developed a severe weight problem. It started just before I first entered school and made me very unpopular in school -- taunts and tortures were delivered too me every day. This went on from the first grade until eighth grade, continuing even after I lost all of the weight in 7th grade. Although I was a good student I hated going to school, and hated even more the bus trips home. I lived in agony. In 1967, my family moved to Simi Valley, California. I had a chance to start over, and I vowed that I would communicate with no one, I wouldn't give anyone a chance to hurt me as I'd been hurt for so many years. This made for a lonely existence, but I welcomed being invisible -- at least nobody would taunt and torture me. One day, after I'd been at this new school about three months, a girl approached me as I was putting my books in my locker. She invited me to join her circle of friends. I declined -- this was a ruse used many times by many people in my past, and always I had found that they wanted to be anything but my friends. It was a way to lure me into their proximity so they could taunt me. I swore I'd never set myself up for that again. This went on about five days... this person coming up, and my declining. Finally, this person, Rose Anne Terry (back then Rose Anne Miller), grabbed me by the arm and said, "You are going to have friends whether you like it or not." She took me over to her other friends, about five girls. They asked about my interests, and invited me to go with them for some social activities. They welcomed me into their group with open arms. I couldn't believe it. Here, finally, was a group of people who wanted to know me, really wanted to know me, and had no interest in taking advantage of me. I was elated! I had friends! Up to this point I had no friends and basically lived as a recluse, a misfit. I had no idea how to socially interact with anyone. I was so socially awkward, so inept when it came to interpersonal relations that no one had wanted to know me. Through the friendship with Rose and her circle of friends, I learned how to be a teenager. I learned about the music, the way to dress, and how to relate to others my own age. I was heading for a life as a recluse, a "mama's girl", a socially backward person. These people, and especially Rosie, saved me and made me the person I am today. Rosie and I have remained close friends up to this day: 39 years. She saved me from a life of pain and loneliness. I love you, best buddy. Thank you. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: >THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY ,`. ,'` | _.-. ,` | ,',' / : | ,',' ; \ : / / / \ `.' ( ,' ,'' _ `. ,' (o_) `\ . (,.) _.-- : -..`/( .-'_..- `| .-'\,`. `-._ ; `._ /__ ,':)-.._ _.(:::`. |'\ / /`:::| ,' \ : : : `:| / : | | | \ : | | : :..---.: | | ; ,`._`-.|_ `. | |' ,'._ `. `. |_\ | : /`-. `. `. `. : : \ : __ `. `. `. \ ; \ \ |. / `. \ \ / |\ `..: `. __ \ \ / ' ` .:::::\ `. / \ \,' .::::::::::-..'_..-' SSt On Easter Sunday Maulena went to breakfast in a pancake house. There was someone dressed up as the Easter Bunny. Two ladies came in with three darling little girls who were so excited about meeting the Easter Bunny. The bunny came inside and the little girls decided they wanted to draw a picture of it on their placemats with the crayons provided by the restaurant. One little girl told the bunny, "Stay still because we need to get a good shot of you!" After talking to the Easter Bunny for a while, the girls realized it was actually a girl because you could see a bit of her face inside the "eyes." The littlest girl said, "We know where your husband is. He's at the Mall!" -- Maulena of Phoenix, Arizona I ran into Olga the other day and she told me about her granddaughter, Kyrie, who is in middle school now, who decided to play Easter Bunny this year. Kyrie got 30 eggs to hide -- but she only had six prizes. So inside of 24 eggs she put the message: "Sorry!" When little Mariah was done with Kyrie's egg hunt she announced, "I don't like the Easter Bunny. There are too many 'sorrys!'" -- Olga Hernandez of Kendallville, Indiana . . \'.____.'/ __'-. .-'__ .--. '_i:'oo':i_'---...____...----i"""-.-'.-"\\ /._ _.\ : / '._ ;/ ;'-._ ( o o ) '-.__.' '. '. '-." '-.__.-' _.--. '-.: : '-' / ; _..--, / ; : '-._.-' ; ; : : : ` .' '-._.' : / \ : / ____....--\ : '._\ :""""" '. !. : : |: : 'www'| \ '| | || | : | | : | || | .' ! | | .' !| | /__I | | /__I.' ! .' ! /__I /__I fsc Like many mothers with lots on their mind, Tricia is constantly forgetting things. She finds that an easy way to remember something is to tell Olivia, 7, and Ethan, 5, to remind her. They make good "walking lists" because they have great memories! One day Tricia told Ethan to remind her to stop and pay the insurance bill at State Farm after she picked him up from pre-school. He proudly said he would remember. Then he added, "Mommy, do you think they will let me pet the cows?" -- Tricia Olmstead of Hillsdale, Michigan JoAnne was grocery shopping with Brian, 7. When she got to the check out she realized she had forgotten to get the whipped topping. She asked Brian to run and get her any kind. Brian came back and said, "Here, I got you the free one." JoAnne said, "Well, I still have to pay for it." Brian said, "No you don't -- it says FREE on it!" It was "fat free!" -- JoAnne Johnson (mother of Brian) of Chews Landing, New Jersey _--_ dMb __(._ ) d0P < (D) .MP .~ \ /~```M-. .~ V Mo_ \ -------============((((}{) ( (___. {:)-./ ~._____.(:} '94 the wolfe / .M\ / "" \ | /\ | / / \ \ / / \ \ \__/ \__/ / / | | .^V^. .^V^. +-+ +-+ Bob and Ruthie's 8-year-old granddaughter is playing softball this year. She was telling her dad how well she can hit the ball, and said, "Yesterday I was smacking those balls out of the park - whatever that means!" -- Ruthie Garvin of Humboldt, Tennessee Fern gives her four sons stars on their charts for being good. She told them she should get stars for being a good mother. Tim, 7, said, "Well, you wouldn't get one every day!" -- Fern Boldt of St. Catharines, Ontario .-..-. (-o/\o-) /`""``""`\ \ /.__.\ / \ `--` / `) (' , /::::\ , |'.\::::/.'| _| ';::;' |_ (::) || (::) _. "| || |" _(:) '. || .' /::\ '._||_.' \::/ /::::\ /:::\ \::::/ _\:::/ /::::\_.._ _.._ _.._ _.._/::::\ \::::/::::\/::::\/::::\/::::\::::/ jgs `""`\::::/\::::/\::::/\::::/`""` `""` `""` `""` `""` Bailey, 5, asked her cousin Macey to go get her a book and when Macey asked where it was, Bailey said, "On the loving couch." (She was referring to the love seat). Bailey's Aunt Melandie took her to Farm Animal Days at the local university. When Bailey's mom asked where she was going, she replied, "On a chill frit." (She was trying to say field trip!) -- Bailey's great aunt Margaret of Garner, North Carolina Nan's husband went on the Atkins Diet and it worked so well that Nan tried it. She lost more than 50 pounds in eight months, going from a size 18 to a size 10. One morning Nan was getting ready for work and her daughter Katie, 9, was watching. Katie said proudly, "Mom, you look ALMOST NORMAL!" -- Nan Asher of Ypsilanti, Michigan _.-. / 99\ ( `\ |\\ , ,| __ | \\____/ ,.--"`-.". / `---' _.-' '-/ | _.-" | '-. |_/_ ,__.-' _,.--\ \ (( /-\ ',_..--' `\ \ \\_ / `-, ) |\' | |-.,,-" ( | | `\ `',_ ) \ \,(\(\-' jgs \ `-,_ \_(\-(\`-` " " Sam, 2, is talking up a storm. His father asked him recently what he wants to be when he grows up. After thinking for a moment or two, he replied, "Four?" -- Michelle Munroe (aunt of Sam) of Cape Cod, Massachusetts When Riley was 4 he waited patiently for his new baby brother to be born. When the nurse brought the new baby out for Riley to see for the first time, Riley stared at the baby for a minute and then turned to his Memaw and said, "You know, he's kinda dusty!" -- Jennifer Rees of McAlester, Oklahoma ========================================================== _.----------------------------._ _.-' '- . '-._ .' _| . . - . ._ '. _.' ' .' '. _| | / _| _| '' '' |_ ' . '. | . -- . '' '' . -- . | .' .' 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