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THANK YOU! ================ >-->In The 'Shangy' News :) .-----------------------. | Sorry...Stressed Out! | \ |/ , .'-----------------------' /\\(^/, ' @ @ -\ c /\ = \ tre ________________________________________________ UPDATE: Well, it has been a most stressful almost week. I am wiser for it. I've learned not to put all my eggs into one basket as far as ad carriers go. I got busy finding and adding good new ones for the web site. I edited some pages and saw today that the web site got it's normal funding back by Google. Praise God! Now we will have 3 carriers to help fund the site. Live and learn. I'll eventually get back on schedule with new pages. Just playing catch-up getting things done! I have to get these new ads going too. Thank You for all your thoughts and prayers! God restored us back better than before! Isn't He wonderful and awesome! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: .---. (_---_) (_/6 6\_) ( v ) `\ /' .-'': ;``-. / \,Y./ \ / (:)___ \ : .-'XXX`-.`\_; `.__.-XXX-.__.'\_ / / XXX \ \ `\_ / XXX \ `\ / XXX \ _`\___ jgs / \ (`--"""-') / \ (=-=-=-=-) `--...___ ___...--' (________) >I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU by T. Suzanne Eller "I can't believe you tell people your age," my friend commented. Hey, I don't mind. Really. In fact, I love my age, because every single birthday means more than just presents and chocolate cake. The day I heard the word "cancer" spoken by my doctor, my life turned upside down. "I have a test on Monday," I said foolishly, thinking that the doctor would postpone surgery so I could ace my humanities test. What I didn't realize is that I was preparing for the biggest test of my life. Within hours I discovered that I did have cancer. It had spread to my lymph nodes. I learned at 32 years of age to face mortality. Every time the doctors entered my room, they walked in with bad news and one more specialist. One white coat meant cancer. Two white coats meant chemo. Three meant radiation. Four meant detection of another possible tumor. At one point five doctors stood around my bed. It seemed fitting because the statistics dropped to a 10% chance of surviving five years. One doctor for each year I might live. There were a multitude of reasons to stick around -- a husband of 12 years that I loved a whole lot and three beautiful children that were clueless to the plight of their mom and dad, but who gave me daily strength in their innocent love and handmade gifts that hung on the hospital wall. To this day, I still have a crayon picture of me resting in bed, with a large head and larger lips, with a thermometer sticking out of my mouth. The words, "get well so u can com home" was my mantra. I'm thankful for cancer in many ways. Does that sound crazy? I wouldn't wish it on anybody and I don't want to go through it again, but it was a teacher. It helped me to treasure every single day. It forced me to prioritize my life. Things that were once important seemed foolish. It pushed me off the hamster wheel this society calls sacred and let me pursue the desires of my heart, instead of my wallet. It gave me the ability to see life as fragile, not one day promised. It allowed me to treasure my three beautiful children, who sometimes brought heartache along with joy as they grew up, who are all now in college and can now spell beautifully. When I hit my 5th year of survival, I left my job to write full time. I decided not to write one more word about anything that didn't matter to me. It was a step of faith, but it made perfect sense. Cancer taught me not to let the opportunities of your heart pass you by because we are not promised "one day" or "someday". On my 40th birthday, I rode go-carts with 30 of my closest friends to celebrate. The numbers 4-0 hanging across the wall were a beautiful sight. I celebrated my 10th year of survival on a boat in the Amazon in the rainforest of Brazil. I sat on the top level and watched the sun rise and from somewhere so deep inside, I thanked God for the opportunity to experience life through facing death. You see, life has become a series of celebrations. Last month, I celebrated my 13th year of survival and embraced my 44th birthday. Next month, Richard and I will celebrate our 24th anniversary. Leslie, my oldest turned 21 last year. My twins are 20. All young adults now, all running after their own dreams, because my bout with cancer taught them too. I look at my friend and answer her question. Do I mind telling my age? Absolutely not. I'll shout it from the rooftops. I'm 44! I'm thankful for all 10 gray hairs (though I will cover them with honey ash brown and romantic red highlights). When I look in the mirror and notice the small lines appearing around my mouth and eyes, I don't call them wrinkles. I call them opportunities. Every line was placed there by a smile that creased my face -- an experience, large or small, that came from living this gift called life. -- T. Suzanne Eller ========================================================== >-->Story Time From Our Friend Bunni :) >Touching Teacher story: _._ .' '. | / //\\\ \ | ( ( -\- ) ) | '-\_=_/-' // .-'\ /'-. (|/ / '-' \ / / | \__ __/_/\/ /| | |\ / \ / \ \ \ '-' `\/\ ; |/|\ | | | | | | | |_______| | | | \ | / jgs /=|=\ (_/T\_) As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of school she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard. Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a big "F" at the top of his papers. At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be around.." His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle." His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken." Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class." By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper That he got from a grocery bag Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to." After the children left, she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and arithmetic. Instead she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her "teacher's pets.." A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling* her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer.... The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD. The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's ear, Thank you Mrs. Thompson for* believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference." Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, "Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you." (For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist Hospital in Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.) Warm someone's heart today. . . pass this along. I love this story so very much, I cry every time I read it. Just try to make a difference in someone's life today? tomorrow? Just "do it". Random acts of kindness, I think they call it? "Believe in Angels, then return the favor." --- ...Aww, sweet! Thanks Bunni! ============================================================ >-->From Our Friend Linda :) , }`-. , , \ \ '-' \ .-'{ _} . | ,`\ / ' ; .-;\ { \ | | / `/ '-.,/ ; | { -- -. ' '`-, .--._.' ; \__ \ \ | ' / |`. ; _,`\ '. '- ' `_- '.`; ; ,-`_.-' ,--. \ ` /` '--' `;.` (` _ .--.\ '._) '-. \ \ `-. ; `-';| '. -. ' __ '. ; ; _,-' / { __'.\ ' '-,/; `-' ';`.- ` .-' '-. `-._' | `; ;`' .-'` <_ -' ` .\ `; ; (_.'`\ _.;-"``"'-._'. `:; ___, _.-' | .-'\'. '.` \ \_,_`\ ;##` `'; _.' /_'._\ \ \__;#####./###. \` \.' .'`/"`/ (#######)###::.. _.' '.' .' ; , |:. `|()##`"""` jgs `'-../__/_\:: /O()()o ()'._.'`()()' >HAPPY FALL! From one pumpkin to another!!!!!!! A woman was asked by a co-worker, 'What is it like to be a Christian?' The coworker replied, 'It is like being a pumpkin.' God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you. Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff. He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed. Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for all the world to see.' This was passed on to me by another pumpkin.. Now it's your turn to pass it to other pumpkins. _/\_ .' ) )`'. _/\_ /./`""` \.\.' ) )`'. |:| : |: |/.'`""`\. \ \'| .|. :|: |: |. | '.___:_.'\'. |. | / jgs '._:_/_.' I liked this enough to send it to all the pumpkins in my patch. --- ...TeeHee! Me Too! Thanks Linda!! ========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: ______ '-._ ```"""---.._ ,-----.:___ `\ ,;;;, '-.._ ```"""--.._ |,%%%%%% _ , '. `\;;;; -\ _ _.'/\ .' `-.__ \ ,;;;;" .__{=====/_)==:_ || ,===/ ```";,,,,,,,;;;;;'`-./.____,'/ / '.\/ '---/ ';;;;;;;;' `--.._.' / ,===/ '-. `\/ '---/ ,'`. | ; __.-' \ ,' jgs \______,,.....------'''`` `---` >What If What if God couldn't take the time to bless us today because we couldn't take the time to thank Him yesterday? What if God decided to stop leading us tomorrow because we did not follow Him today? What if we never saw another flower bloom because we grumbled when God sent the rain? What if God didn't walk with us today because we failed to recognize it as His day? What if God took away the Bible tomorrow because we would not read it today? What if God took away His message because we failed to listen to His messenger? What if the door of the church was closed because we did not open the door of our heart? What if God stopped loving and caring for us because we failed to love and care for others? What if God would not hear us today because we would not listen to Him yesterday? What if God answered our prayers the way we answer His call for service? What if God met our needs the way we give Him our lives??? -- Author Unknown -<>- , _/ \_ _,--. < , > .-'.' /(/.\ .' .' .""". `/ ` / / / \ /) ; ; ,_.;._ _;-'}/ | | '. )( /' | | /'-._/\_.-' ; ; \_.' \ , \ \ / | _.'/ '. `'-\ /.-/.;,\ '-._ `"""""`_.|`"""`| jgs `"("\/")` |# | \(_/ `-...-' >POWERFUL DREAMS Are you aware that you will miss about one- third of this coming year? You will "miss" it by sleeping. Researchers tell us that the average person sleeps about one-third of each year - or one-third of a lifetime. But the experts also tell us that something important happens when we sleep - we dream. Apparently all people dream, even if they don't remember dreaming. And over the next twelve months, most of us will have about a thousand dreams. Dreaming is important. But equally important are those "dreams" we have for our lives - those plans, hopes and goals we will formulate concerning our relationships, our spiritual growth, self-improvement, our physical health and our world. The dreams, or wishes, we have for our lives are just as necessary as dreaming while we sleep. Dr. Norman Vincent Peale used to tell of a 79-year-young woman who was struck by a hit-and-run driver. She was expected to die from her injuries. When he visited, he found her wrapped in plaster from her hips to her heels. He glanced around the room, cluttered with mementos of a lifetime. He spotted a paisley shawl, a child's drawing of a horse (lavender) and shelves of much loved, much-thumbed books. One shelf was a row of brand new books - the only new items in the room. They looked as if they had never been touched. Dr. Peale asked her if she cared for poetry. Her answer was a beautiful tribute to hope and dreams: "I love poetry, but I haven't read those yet." Her face lit up. "I'm saving them for my old age." She did, too. She lived to read those books many times. When she finally died at 91, she was planning a trip to Europe. Louis Driscoll put it like this: "In your heart keep one still secret spot where dreams may go, and sheltered so, may thrive and grow." She kept her dreams alive. And they kept her alive. By Steve Goodier -<>- * * *%%* ,,,,, *%%* *%%%%%* W*W*W*W *%%%%%* *%%%%%%%* {//"\\}*%%%%%%%* *%%%%%%%%%*{{/6.6\}}*%%%%%%%%%* *%%%%%%%%%%%*{{( = )}}*%%%%%%%%%%%* *%%%%%%%%%%%%*}}}}) ({{{{*%%%%%%%%%%%%* *%%%%%%%%%%%* {{{{ }}}} *%%%%%%%%%%%* *%%%%%%%%%* We are each of us *%%%%%%%%%* *%%%%%* angels with only one wing*%%%%%* jgs *%%* And we can only fly *%%* * embracing each other. * -Luciano Decrescenzo >Name You got it from your father It was all he had to give So it's yours to use and cherish For as long as you may live. If you lose the watch he gave you, It can always be replaced, But a black mark on your name, son, Can never be erased. It was clean the day you took it And a worthy name to bear When he got it from his father, There was no dishonor there. So make sure you guard it wisely, After all is said and done, You'll be glad the name is spotless When you give it to your son. -Author Unknown -<>- == == "we are each of us angels <^\()/\()/^> with but one wing, \/ \/ \/ and can only fly by / \/ \ embracing each other" jgs `""``""` >A little boy wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with a bag of potato chips and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey. When he had gone about three blocks, he met an old man. He was sitting in the park, just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to him and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink from his root beer when he noticed that the old man looked hungry, so he offered him some chips. He gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Hos smile was so warm that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered him a root beer. Again, he smiled at him. The boy was delighted! They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling, but they never said a word. As twilight approached, the boy realized how tired he was and he got up to leave; but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old man, and gave him a hug. He gave him his biggest warmest smile ever. When the boy opened the door to his own house a short time later, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face. She asked him, "What did you do today that made you so happy?" He replied, "I had lunch with God." But before his mother could respond, he added, "You know what? He's got the most wonderful smile I've ever seen!" Meanwhile, the old man, also radiant with joy, returned to his home. His son was stunned by the look of peace on his face and he asked, "Dad, what did you do today that made you so happy?" He replied, "I ate corn chips in the park with God." However, before his son responded, he added, "You know, he's much younger than I expected." Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. Embrace all equally! Have lunch with God . . . Bring chips. --Author Unknown -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: Akiane Child Prodigy! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/prodigy.html Fear: Fealing Kind Of Buggy http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/fearfeelingkindofbuggy.html Haunting http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/haunting.html The Sons Of God Of Genesis 6 http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/sonsofgenesis6.html Slain In The Spirit http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/slaininthespirit.html Chapel With Bone Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/chapel.html Extreme Pumpkin Art http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/pumpkin.html Texas Outhouse Art! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/outhouse.html Darvaza - Door To Hell! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/darvaza.htm Halloween Cakes 2 http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/hcakes2.html Maxine On Halloween http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/maxineonhalloween.html Tricks For Treats http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/tricksfortreats.html World's Largest Web http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/web.html Halloween Animations: Bats, Bones, Boo, Devil, Dracula: http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/agifs.html Fall and Halloween Animations: http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/agifs_f-j.html Halloween Animations: Monsters: http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/agifs_k-o.html Halloween Animations: Witches and WORDS: HAL-BOOP WORDS: Hallo http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/agifs_u-z.html >From Our Friend LouiseA :) She sent us one we have here... Beautiful Wood Chip Art http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/woodart.html --- ...Wow! Amazing! Thanks LouiseA! Louis Armstrong and Danny Kaye perform “When The Saints Go Marching In” in this entertaining clip from the 1959 film “The Five Pennies”. A wonderful performance of a classic song with a twist as they name composers and musicians who would play “on the day that the saints go marching in”. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jm6ktYq0Yxk&feature=player_embedded --- ...fun! I love it! Thanks LouiseA! -<>- >From Our Friend Geniann :) She sent us one we have here... Dog Warriors! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dogwarriors.html --- ...Awesome one! Thanks Geniann! THIS IS A SCENE THAT WAS NOT SHOWN DURING THE OSCAR CEREMONIES. ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR! SEE: http://www.twitvid.com/embed.php?guid=L558O&autoplay=0 --- ...Touchingly cool! Thanks Geniann! -<>- >From Our Friend Melody :) VJ Day, Honolulu Hawaii, August 14, 1945 on Vimeo http://vimeo.com/5645171 --- ...Wow. Thanks Melody! -<>- >From Our Friend Richard :) The Bizarre World of Underwater Creatures! Lembeh Strait is simply one of the best place in the world for muck diving and macro photography of the tiny aquatic life forms we almost never get to se.. http://tinyurl.com/l5o688s --- ...Another fun to watch one! Thanks Richard! 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 ========================================================== {} , A {} / \, | , .--. | =|= > /.--.\ \ /` | ` |====| ` | |`::`| | .-;`\..../`;_.-^-._ /\\/ / |...::..|` : `| |:'\ | /'''::''| .:. | \ /\;-,/\ :: |..ASCII..| |\ <` > >._::_.| ':ART:' | | `""` / ^^ | ':' | | | \ : / | | \ : / | |___/\___|`-.:.-` | \_ || _/ ` | <_ >< _> | | || | | | || | | _\.:||:./_ | jgs /____/\____\ >From Barriers to Bridges Story Editor: Clayton Bennett Joyce Schowalter Minnesota, USA My neighbor Steve works for the U.S. Postal service and puts in long hours. When he's home, he takes good care of his house and yard, keeps beautiful shrub roses, and is friendly with our family and others on our block. Mostly, he spends time with his family -- but he makes a difference all around our neighborhood. Before we moved in, our house was rented to a family of four active children and two absent parents. To reduce noise and protect his yard from damage, Steve built a tall fence between our back yards. The fence was cedar boards, with dog-eared pickets on alternating sides of horizontal rails. Our local lumberyard sells this pattern in sections, under the name "Good Neighbor." It was February in Minnesota when we arrived, a time most people stay indoors day and night due to the cold weather. We had little chance to meet our neighbors. As spring came and the weather warmed, we started to get acquainted. To the south of us are Ray and Rosie, who have lived in their house over 50 years and are both retired. To the north is Steve. As Steve and I talked, we could only see each other if we were in our front yards. The fence in back was too tall for either of us to see over. Before too long, it was obvious the fence was getting in the way of a new friendship. But it belonged to Steve, so I didn't say anything. One day after working overtime for several days, Steve had a weekday off at the same time I did. He suggested we take the fence down in sections, cut two feet off the bottom edge, shorten the posts, and put the sections back up. That would let us see and hear each other without removing the fence completely. The project only took a few hours, and the results were great. Inspired by the new look, I built a matching cedar fence for the other open sides of our yard. The pickets were only available in six-foot lengths, so I cut them all to four feet and saved the scrap. Steve took all the remaining two-foot boards and started building birdhouses. By the time he finished using all the leftover cedar, he had made 99 nesting boxes for songbirds. He gave them away all over our neighborhood. In his poem "Mending Wall," Robert Frost wrote a line that became famous: "Good fences make good neighbors." He meant that by taking care of our own homes, we show our respect for the homes of others. But Steve extended his caretaking far beyond the borders of his property lines, giving useful ornaments to people nearby, and bringing new shelter to the birds. Seeing the example Steve has set, I think Frost had it backward. Good neighbors make good fences -- and good friends. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: _ _ _ //` `\ _,-"\% // /``\`\ ~^~ >__^ |% // / } `\`\ ) )%// / } } }`\`\ / (%/'/.\_/\_/\_/\`/ ( ' `-._` \ , ( \ _`-.__.-;%> /_`\ \ `\ \." `-..-'` ``` /_/`"-=-'`/_/ jgs ``` ``` THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY Mary's 3-year-old twins love singing nursery rhymes to each other. Madison sings her favorite rhyme this way: "Row, row, row your boat, jump into the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is just ice cream!" -- Mary Paldino of Youngstown, Ohio Rachel was a pre-school teacher for nearly three years. On "show and tell day" Cody brought a toy sword which was a hit with the other 5-year-old boys, especially one named Jake. Jake asked Cody where he had bought such a great toy. "At Target," Cody replied. "What aisle?" Jake asked seriously. -- Rachel Toth of San Diego, California _.===._ ,"^^^^", /_\^^^/_\ / ^ ,^ \ , (0\ ^ /0)\ / ^ / ^ \ /\ \ / ^^ ^ \ ^ \ ",." / ) ( ^ ^ ^ \ \ ,' (o_o)^ \ ^ ,) /`^^` ^V^\ ^ \ \_,-"(((( jgs / /`""/ / (((` '((( Josephine, 5, Rachel's "drama queen," told Rachel quite happily, "I want to be Snow White and eat an apple and die!" While driving home from Fort Wayne recently, Michele could see that there was a storm near Albion, where she lives. She commented, "The lightning must be hitting close to home." Michele's 3-year-old grandson, Blake, said, "Maybe your home is on fire, Dammaw!" Michele replied, "Oh, Blake, don't say that!" Blake replied, "But I already said it!" -- Michele Rathke of Albion, Indiana -====- .--. .--._ /.-. \ ( __) /-'/.\-\ ( / -( /_/-/.-\ \( | _/ /_/_/ /-'\ \) (\ /\ /_' / /-/ `\(_ ) ) /\/ /_/_/-'/ \\ '-' / /_'/_/-' | '.__.' /_'/_/' / | /_/-' | \ / \ _.-' \ (` / jgs '----'`'------' Michele was babysitting for Kendra, 4, and Mackenzie, 5. Kendra was in the bathroom with the door closed, but Michele heard a cabinet door slam shut. When she came out, Michele asked Kendra to please not get into Michele's bathroom cabinets again. Mackenzie piped up, "Yeah, Michele, knows what you are doing in there. She can hear you with her over-sized ears!" , (\\__ C/` `\ C| .-. / _ \.-----./ _ \ | /:\((/. .\))/ \ | ||' :(( o )): `|| ||: ((`---')) :|| || :(((\ /))): || ||: / ^ \ || || / ,\\\ ///, \:|| ||:\___\\V//___/ || || : || ||: || || / | | \ || ||:| | | |:|| | / | | \ | |/ | | \| | | jgs | | |+++++| ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Brian and Cathleen took their newborn, Emily, to meet her cousins in Oklahoma. Erin and Savannah were delighted with her and watched everything the adults did with Emily including changing her diapers. The girls were sitting right beside Brian the first time he changed one of Emily's messy diapers. When he opened her diaper he said, "Ew! She pooped!" Erin looked at him and asked, "Didn't they tell you she would do that?" -- Christal Bricker (friend of Emily's Mom) of Colorado Springs, Colorado |\ // \\ _!_ \\ /___\ \\ [+++] \\ _ _\^^^/_ _ ,a_a \\/ ( '-' ( ) {/ ''\_ /( \/ | <&> /\ \ {\ ,_oo) (* \ / \ / > ) {/ (_^_@\_________________ "` >::::\ / / .=. {/ \___)))*)---------------"` /:::' |/_) (.=.`\ {/ /=; @/ / /| | \ `\{/( \/\ ( / ( / \ `. `\ ) ) / / \ \ jgs \ // /_/_ _/ / \ \ '==''---)))) /___| /___| Jackie's niece was forever trying new sweets and foods. If she didn't like them, she would hand them to her father to finish off. One day she came in and handed him a half-sucked piece of candy. Her father was quick to spit it out and said, "Yuck, that is a horrible one!" Jackie's niece piped up, "Yes, I know. Max (their 3-year-old German shepherd dog) didn't like it, either!" -- Jackie of Arkansas Dylan, 3, and his friend Landon were playing outside one evening and rushed into the house to tell their moms, "There's a vampire on the porch and he keeps pulling his curtains!" The mothers thought it strange, but didn't check it out until the boys insisted. Under the porch light they saw a bat, spreading and contracting his wings. -- Barb Mattson (grandmother of Dylan) of Clearfield, Iowa (\ \\ \\ \\ <*****> \\ .=^=. .""". .=^=. \\ //```\\(/a a\)//```\\ \\{{ ( L ) }} \\{ _ __ \ = / }} \\/@.---,/'-'\,---. }} /(&\ |`-._/\_.-'| \ }} (@ \&\| || |\ \}} {{ \ |___o()o___| > )} {{ `|__((<>))__|` .'}} {{ \ o\/o /`` }} {{ ,'\ || /\', }} {{.' \ || / | '.}} /'.||.' / / // / ( /( / jgs / / \ \ / / \ \ ___/ _/ __\ _\ (______) (______) After a few minutes of VERY unusual quiet, Jodi thought that she should check on her son Cody, 3. She called out, "CODY, What are you doing?" After a brief pause a little voice called back, "WHY? 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