Standing Up For What's Right... :) 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!! ================ >-->In The 'Shangy' News! :) {politics] >>> READER COMMENTS <<< . ,-,--. __| //``-, \ \_`\ )\a-a-? \ \ \_`(_=_/_-`__ \__, , \| | _ _,' ___7 ) | (_)(_`__(_,---' | ( _( ) | / /_| |________| __/__/__|__|_________) _________(__,_|)/ (__)|/____\(_______________ mic >From Miss J: Maybe you need to leave your political thoughts out of website. I find much of it offensive and don't need your input as to who will be the best president. If so tell both sides not just one! --- ...Miss J, Sorry you found my political thoughts offensive. Generally I warn before a political statement, comment, link or joke with [politics] in front of it so that people like you can easily skip over it. I am a Christian and do tend to be bias that way. I take after our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and the bible. When the bible teaches, there is no intention to teach people the ways of the devil so they can make up their mind if they prefer God's way or the devils way. That is the why I don't give both sides. I don't feel there is a need to...emb -<>- >Speaking of which... {politics} If you have been following the Presidential race, you may have heard many of those who favor Mitt Romney criticize him for not being bold enough and worried that he won't do well against such a seasoned speaker as Pres.Obama. !|| !|||| ,/|||| !|'''| `\ | )\ \ ejm / \ \ \ I, like probably many of you, prayed to God for Romney to do well. I also asked God to give Romney not only wisdom in his debate but also backbone. Usually when I am very concerned about something, I take it first to God and then also go direct to Jesus Christ to take care of it. See this teaching... Jesus: God’s Right Hand Man (“The Arm of the Lord”) http://tinyurl.com/8hnwrvr One thing I have learned is that when Jesus Christ promises you something, you can absolutely take it to the bank as not only done, but done quickly and efficiently. What I got back from Him was that it was taken care of. Last night's debate proved it and reminded me of this verse... , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' Eph.3 [20] Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us, I am praising God and thanking both Him and Jesus Christ for how much backbone and wisdom Romney displayed! Fox News had a Focus group of undecided voters watching and this was their take on it... 2012 Presidential Debate Part 1 Focus Group On Hannity http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5-9G6Ai4IDU 2012 Presidential Debate Part 2 Focus Group On Hannity http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_GhhNH8zmtw That's the problem with so many people. They think just because you are a Christian that you will not be bold and stand up for the truth but will take it and just turn the other cheek. They think our Lord was like that. But they do not know Him. He was most bold and most courageous and often stood up for His beliefs to the point of being chased out of town by threats of being stoned to death. They did not make Jesus back down. The meekness our Lord showed the world was when He allowed the world to torture, beat, humiliate and crucify Him as the Lamb of God to save the world of our sins. That's when He turned the other cheek. See this teaching... FOR THE JOY THAT WAS SET BEFORE HIM! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/BibleStudy/joy.html -<>- !|| !|||| ,/|||| !|'''| `\ | )\ \ ejm / \ \ \ >UPDATE On Mona: For those of you who have been praying for her, please continue. My brother says Mona is doing better. She needs to be stabilized so she quits vomiting. Thank You All So Much!! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: + (|) _____.___.|_|. | / \ |===| | / \ | o | |__/__v__\|, ,| | | | | | || || |/| . . . |','| ||| A A A | , | ||| M M M | | wtx --------------------- SAUNDRA'S HERO by Christian Fisher "Hey mom, I know what I'm getting you for your birthday tomorrow," said Saundra's 9-year old son, D. J., as the family drove to church one cloudy morning in 1999. "Oh yeah, what's that?" Saundra grinned. "A winning back flip at the next swim meet," D.J. beamed, proud of the above average talent he was showing while taking a swimming course taught by the American Red Cross. "Yeah, right," 4-year old Dionte, D.J.'s nephew, smirked. "Grandpa, can you do a back flip?" Dionte asked Saundra's husband, Charles, excitedly. "Not with these old bones," the 48-year old chuckled back at his grandson, his eyes never leaving the road as he drove the family on toward Martinsville -- a 50-mile drive from the family's Roanoke, Virginia home. The country whizzing by was scenic and beautiful. A creek paralleled the road as it wound through the Virginia countryside. "Something's not right," Saundra felt as an oncoming car rounded the bend they were approaching. "Oh my God! What's this guy doing?" Saundra screamed. Charles saw it too. The car was in the wrong lane, charging directly for them! The driver was bent over in his seat, unaware of the road, as if he were fumbling with something under his dashboard. Charles hit the brakes, swerved to the right, and slammed on the horn. In a blurring instant, the oncoming car slammed directly head-on into the front end driver's side. Every window in the car exploded on impact, spraying glass over Saundra, Charles, and the kids like razor-sharp confetti blown through a fan. The car spun backward off of a 15-foot embankment alongside the road. Flipping twice in a nightmare of smashing metal, the car slammed into a creek. Upside down and sinking, an underwater shelf, only a couple of feet beneath the surface, kept the car from completely submerging. The other car managed to just drive off. Struggling for breath underwater, Saundra panicked. "We have to get out!" Saundra's mind raced as she fought to escape. In the back seat, D.J. was free from his seatbelt. "I've got to help mom!" he immediately thought. Blinded by the muddy water, D.J. felt around with his hands. Within seconds, he shimmied his way through the broken back window, cutting his ear and his hand as he escaped. "Swim! Swim!" D.J. commanded himself as he fought for the surface, his lungs screaming for air. In the front seat, Saundra managed to unbuckle her seatbelt. But as she attempted to swim out, one leg wouldn't budge. Somehow, her seatbelt twisted around her leg with a deathly grip. Trapped, Saundra still got her body out through the side window of the car. Struggling for air, she stretched herself upward as high as she could to get her head above water. Yanking with all her might, Saundra managed to tip her head back and get just enough of her face above water. "Thank God," she thought as she choked out an exhale. D.J. swam around to the front end of the car and climbed onto shore. He saw his mother's now pale face peering out of the water. "Mamma, Mamma, please don't die!" D.J. exploded in tears. "Oh my God," Saundra thought. "My baby got out! Thank God!" "D.J., honey, it's going to be okay," Saundra said as calmly as she could, her chin covered by water, only her face exposed to the air. "I'm stuck, you have to go back up to the road and get help." That instant, D.J. saw Charles, splashing out from the other side of the car. He had been trapped in his seatbelt and nearly unconscious from the impact to his side of the vehicle. "Dad!" D.J. yelled. "Charles, get Dionte!" Saundra screamed in panic. Seeing Charles, D.J. began climbing the embankment to get help. Meanwhile, Charles reached into the murky water through the busted back window of the car. Amazingly, he grabbed baby Dionte instantly. Conscious but choking, Dionte would be okay. D.J. reached the road and became wild. "HELP!" he screamed, running across the road to a small row of houses nearby. A neighbor nearby was already outside and immediately responded. "My mom's drowning! We had an accident! Please help her!" D.J. screamed to the neighbor. The man followed D.J. back to the car and Charles and the neighbor pulled Saundra free. Everyone was treated and released that night from the hospital. Four months after the accident, the Roanoke chapter of the American Red Cross honored D.J. with a certificate of bravery. "I can't believe it," D.J. said when he noticed it was signed by Bill Clinton. Peeking over the podium, D.J. told the 300-person audience, "I'm just glad we're all alive." -- Christian Fisher ___________________________________________ Christian Fisher is an author and writes weekly for Woman's World magazine, where today's story originally appeared. He is co-founder of the news media web site: http://www.americanfalls.net His story, A Letter To Jason, appears in the book Heartwarmers of Spirit: Triumphs Over Life's Challenges, which can be found here: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1580625967/heart ========================================================== >-->From SermondFodder: _|_ | _|_ //_/\ __| ||____ ////////////\ /////////////\\ |^^^^^^^^^^||+| | # # # |||| .... ....". ||||||||||||||||| unknown Breaking Commandments We were approaching Easter when almost everyone who is a Christian is compelled to go to Chruch. When I bumped into an old friend who I knew hadn't been attending church much it became obvious she had become pretty disconnected from her faith. When I asked my friend if she was planning to attend church, she just shook her head sadly. "I haven't gone in a long time," she explained with obvious resignation. "Besides, it's probably too late for me. I've probably already broken all seven commandments." === To get a regular dose of Christian humor and a modnern-day parable just send an email to sermon_fodder-subscribe@yahoogroups.com. Please leave this attached if you forward to friends or post on the net. ==================== . ____ ____ . | / + \ || || . | |o x.| =**= _ =**= . | |____| || _( )_ || . | || /_____\ || . | ______________//| |/__________________ . |_______^________/ | + | /_ . . _U_ / |___| // . | /_______________________________________// . /|\ |______________________________________|/ >You Can't Do That The pews were full this morning (10.10.10) at Utica Baptist Church, Utica, Mississippi. There was room for a few extra people, but not many! The music was great (as usual), the people were filled with excitement, there were several visitors, and as the sermon began, there was an air of expectation. At least, that's what I felt. I'm the preacher, so it could be I was feeling what I wanted to feel. Anyway, I went past time a few minutes. I don't do that often, but today was one of those times. As people were leaving, one of our visitors came up to me, a man whom I had met just before the service began. He said, "Pastor, you can't do this." Huh oh, my brain said. What do we have here? "Do what?" I asked. "You can't pack out the church like this. You don't have a rock band, a set of drums, and you didn't wear a ratty old t-shirt and jeans with the knees out of them." I realized then that he was speaking "tongue-in-cheek," as he went on to say, "At least that's what I've been told." We both laughed heartily, me out of relief, and him because of my reaction (and it was a good joke)! We spent a few minutes talking about how our church is still a very traditional church. We have an organ, a piano, a robed choir, a pastor who still wears a coat and tie, and though we sing an occasional chorus, we pretty much sing the great hymns of the faith. We talked about how preaching in many churches has become an exercise in "relevance," as if the Word itself cannot speak for itself. Our visitor, a pastor from another state, told me that he has told people that "God's Word is relevant--right off the page." He meant that when you first open the pages, it is relevant right at that moment. It doesn't need all of the fancy trappings that so often accompany sermons today. I'm not saying that a church should never use modern methods to communicate the Timeless Message. PowerPoint presentations may actually help people "get it," and I'm all for anything that will help people better understand the message and take some of it home with them. (In fact, there are times that I've thought to myself while studying, "I wish I had a way to help them 'see' this. PowerPoint would be wonderful right here.") And I'm not saying that the only music God can bless is already printed in a hymn book somewhere. I'm not saying that He cannot bless music presented by a band with guitars and drums. But what I am saying is in many cases (not all, for sure) those who utilize all of the contemporary methods listed above have fallen into a ritual of their own. Those in traditional churches have rejected the use of contemporary methods, but those who never sing "Rock of Ages" have rejected anything that even smells like it's more than five years old. It sort of reminds me of the Samaritan woman who, in an effort to change the subject, asked Jesus "Should we worship God here on this mountain, or in Jerusalem?" Which one is right? Jesus' answer tells us what is right: "The ones who worship the Father must worship Him in spirit and in truth." I really do enjoy our traditional style of worship! I guess that's to be expected of someone my age (56) and background. However, my son and his wife attend a church, just a few miles from here, where there are no hymnals, no organ, and where they use a worship band to lead music. They, too, are packed every Sunday. And they are reaching people for Christ, same as we are. So, should the criteria we use to judge our effectiveness be the style of music we use, or how we dress, or which instruments are played while we worship? I don't think so. Let those of us in both camps determine that we are going to worship in spirit and truth--wherever we are, however we're dressed, whichever instruments are used. And not look down our noses at the others. --Rocky Henriques, www.timothyreport.comm ============================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: __-----__ ..;;;--'~~~`--;;;.. /;-~IN GOD WE TRUST~-.\ // ,;;;;;;;; \\ .// ;;;;; \ \\ || ;;;;( /.| || || ;;;;;;; _\ || || ';; ;;;;= || ||LIBERTY | ''\;;;;;; || \\ ,| '\ '|><| 1995 // \\ | | \ A // `;.,|. | '\.-'/ ~~;;;,._|___.,-;;;~' ''=--' - Daniel C Au - >Penny by: Bill Greer, Chicken Soup for the Veteran's Soul Several years ago, a friend of mine and her husband were invited to spend the weekend at the husband's employer's home. My friend, Arlene, was nervous about the weekend. The boss was very wealthy, with a fine home on the waterway, and cars costing more than her house. The first day and evening went well, and Arlene was delighted to have this rare glimpse into how the very wealthy live. The husband's employer was quite generous as a host, and took them to the finest restaurants. Arlene knew she would never have the opportunity to indulge in this kind of extravagance again, so was enjoying herself immensely. As the three of them were about to enter an exclusive restaurant that evening, the boss was walking slightly ahead of Arlene and her husband. He stopped suddenly, looking down on the pavement for a long, silent moment. Arlene wondered if she was supposed to pass him. There was nothing on the ground except a single darkened penny that someone had dropped, and a few cigarette butts. Still silent, the man reached down and picked up the penny. He held it up and smiled, then put it in his pocket as if he had found a great treasure. How absurd! What need did this man have for a single penny? Why would he even take the time to stop and pick it up? Throughout dinner, the entire scene nagged at her. Finally, she could stand it no longer. She causally mentioned that her daughter once had a coin collection, and asked if the penny he had found had been of some value. A smile crept across the man's face as he reached into his pocket for the penny and held it out for her to see. She had seen many pennies before! What was the point of this? "Look at it." He said. "Read what it says." She read the words "United States of America." "No, not that; read further." "One cent?" "No, keep reading." "In God we Trust?" "Yes!" "And?" "And if I trust in God, the name of God is holy, even on a coin. Whenever I find a coin I see that inscription. It is written on every single United States coin, but we never seem to notice it! God drops a message right in front of me telling me to trust Him? Who am I to pass it by? When I see a coin, I pray, I stop to see if my trust IS in God at that moment. I pick the coin up as a response to God; that I do trust in Him. For a short time, at least, I cherish it as if it were gold. I think it is God's way of starting a conversation with me. Lucky for me, God is patient and pennies are plentiful! When I was out shopping today, I found a penny on the sidewalk. I stopped and picked it up, and realized that I had been worrying and fretting in my mind about things I cannot change. I read the words, "In God We Trust," and had to laugh. Yes, God, I get the message. It seems that I have been finding an inordinate number of pennies in the last few months, but then, pennies are plentiful! And, God is patient... Have a blessed day!! The best mathematical equation I have ever seen: 1 cross + 3 nails -------- 4 given -<>- __ /\/'-, ,--''''' /" ____,'. ) \___ '"""""------'"""`-----' pb A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he saw a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices he has a note in his mouth. He takes the note and it reads "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb, please. The dog has money in his mouth, as well." The butcher looks inside and, lo and behold, there is a ten dollar Note there. So he takes the money and puts the sausages and lamb in a bag, placing it in the dog's mouth. The butcher is so impressed, and since it's about closing time, he decides to shut up shop and follow the dog. So off he goes. The dog is walking down the street when he comes To a level crossing. The dog puts down the bag, jumps up and presses the button. Then he waits patiently, bag in mouth, for the lights to turn. They do, and he walks across the road, with the butcher following him all the way. The dog then comes to a bus stop, and starts looking at the timetable. The butcher is in awe at this stage. The dog checks out the times, and then sits on one of the seats provided. Along comes a bus. The dog walks around to the front, looks at the number, and goes back to his seat. Another bus comes. Again the dog goes and looks at the number, notices it's the right bus, and climbs on. The butcher, by now, open- mouthed, follows him onto the bus. The bus travels through the town and out into the suburbs, the dog Looking at the scenery. Eventually he gets up, and moves to the front of the bus. He stands on 2 back paws and pushes the button to stop the bus. Then he gets off, his groceries still in his mouth. Well, dog and butcher are walking along the road, and then the dog turns into a house. He walks up the path, and drops the groceries on the step. Then he walks back down the path, takes a big run, and throws himself against the door. He goes back down the path, runs up to the door and again, it throws himself against it. There's no answer at the house, so the dog goes back down the path, jumps up on a narrow wall, and walks along the perimeter of the garden. He gets to the window, and beats his head against it several times, walks back, jumps off, and waits at the door. The butcher watches as a big guy opens the door, and starts abusing the dog, kicking him and punching him, and swearing at him. The butcher runs up, and stops the guy. "What in heaven's name are You doing? The dog is a genius. He could be on TV, for the life of me!" to which the guy responds: "You call this clever? This is the second time this week that this stupid dog's forgotten his key." Reflection: Looks like some people will never be satisfied with what they've got. When it comes to the work place, Employers do not know how to appreciate their people who have served them loyally through the years. I've seen companies lose good people for the simple fact their leaders failed to show appreciation. Employers with big egos enjoy the fact that they have more power and authority than others. They show, in the way they give orders and directions, that they think they are superior. They get a kick out of displaying this superiority. People who do this are fools, and everyone but them knows it. They are never satisfied because they could not be satisfied even if their people perform well. They don't listen to the opinion and ideas of their subordinates. Why? Because of their stupid pride and insecurity. People of this kind will never be satisfied. Why? Because they are so busy wrapped up in themselves and, fact is, the self can never be satisfied. Happy and productive people are always those who are "others-centered" rather than "self- centered." The greatest idea of leadership is not someone who throws his weight around. Rather, he is a servant. As the Bible would say, "He who wish to be a leader should first be a servant." His joy is derived from delivering a job that others benefit from his contribution. Aim for service and success will follow. -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment Our Valuable Anchor http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/ouranchor.html Haunting http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/haunting.html The Sacred Secret http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/BibleStudy/secret.html Journey Through Life! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/journey.html Old Barns, Old People, Old Friends! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/barns.html Rescued Squirrel! http://www.ShangralaFamilyFun.com/rsquirrel.html Feather Painting 2! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/feather2.html Animal Moms! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/animalmoms.html Dog Days Of Summer! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/dogdays.html Odin The White Tiger! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/whitetiger.html Woman Cops Around The World! http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/womancops.html -<>- >From Our Friend Johanna :) She sent us one we have here... Christ's Life http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/jesuslife.html --- ...an awesome one! Thanks Johanna! 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 ========================================================== .---. ___ /_____\ /\.-`( '.' ) / / \_-_/_ \ `-.-"`'V'//-. `.__, |// , \ |Ll //Ll|\ \ |__// | \_\ /---|[]==| / / \__/ | \/\/ /_ | Ll_\| |`^"""^`| | | | | | | | | | | | | L___l___J jgs |_ | _| (___|___) ^^^ ^^^ >Standing Up for What's Right Story Editor: by Aryeh Abramovitz Joyce Schowalter Israel "Are you refusing my order?" half-shouted the sergeant. "No", I said quietly, "I just can't do it". Before our confrontation generated court-martial threats, the squad commander called him aside. Returning, he read off, "Abramovitz, Guri... get on the truck to main camp". "Consider yourself lucky", he said as I passed. Sitting on the hard truck bench, I pondered my predicament. I had looked forward to fulfilling my patriotic duty, even daydreamed of glory and machismo. Then a freak accident broke both wrists and injured my back. At preliminary induction, two months before boot camp, both my hands were in casts. "Don't worry," they said, "first week of boot camp everyone's re-evaluated". Filled with motivation to serve my country as a combat soldier, I hoped to heal completely before final induction. At re-evaluation my profile adjusted downwards only slightly; I was still labeled combat-fit. For days I ran around with the other fresh-faced inductees, determined to make it. When I put on my fully-loaded battledress, an immediate deep pain seared my back. The medic temporarily excused me from wearing loads. Thus began the humiliating process of medical appeals. 75 days and several medical committees later I was still in the combat-fit platoon, doing kitchen patrol and guarding tents -- and being called "a shirker". Then I slept without my gun strapped to me, and an officer had "stolen" it, an offense for which I knew a court-martial was probably waiting. That week the sergeant told me to report to the clinic doctor, then to the camp commandant's office -- no doubt for the court-martial. Sitting at the clinic I steeled myself for a stint in the brig. "Abramovitz?" I heard from the doctor's office. "So, you're the famous Abramovitz. Have a seat", he said. "Your case was reviewed by the public ombudsman from your mother's appeal, but I can't understand the medical committees' decisions." "Back injuries automatically are non-combat-fit for a year from date of injury. I'll write my diagnosis and recommendation. You'll report to the medical committee at Haifa". I discussed my orders to the commandant's office, likely for a court-martial, and "besides, I can't travel in a work uniform". "I will order you hospitalized in my clinic tonight, tomorrow I'll send you out of the camp on a special pass, including a permit to travel in your work uniform". Most army authorities I encountered represented the "rules and regulations army". Even if they understood my injuries, they wouldn't stick their necks out on my behalf. The doctor acted independently, human-ly in the midst of a dehumanizing system. He could have written his diagnosis and recommendation and sent me along, leaving me to deal with "the system" by myself. Instead, he circumvented my court-martial. The rest of my uneventful army service was completed in a non-combat fit job. Both results, I owe to the doctor who refused to accept the influence of the atmosphere around him... and instead acted according to what he believed to be right. =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: .-""""--. / ) / --"` / _`:---. | .-' `\ \ / .----'./ \ : ,-' ~(.).)\ \_| \ ._) | / | \.__, / _.--' )`///-,-' / / _| (_\\ | (____/____) \ ___/ | _ `---( ` ) `-, .' (__.'._/'._/ |`| | __/ / / // | `--. || /_____) jgs `=---` >FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY When Krista was in second grade, her father asked her who was the smartest person she knew. She said she didn't know. He told her to think about it. Then he asked, "Is your teacher the smartest person you know? Krista replied, "No, she is always asking us questions!" -- Cecelia (Krista's grandma) of Ridgecrest, California Zach, 5, is in kindergarten. The other night he said, "Mom, I don't want to sit on my backpack." "What are you talking about?" his mother asked in surprise. "I don't want to sit in my backpack and read a book," Zach said. "When we were leaving school today the teacher said, 'I put a book in each of your backpacks and I want each of you to sit there tonight and read it!" -- Kim Kinyon (mother of Zach) of South Bend, Indiana ___---| / | / | /`------'|__ ___--' `------' ---, \__ __/' \__--__--__-r' | X | | ___ / \ _-' ___\-----________----/~~~~ _\----__________------/___ ////| -'_/_||_\ |\\\\\ /////| |\\\\\\ //////| ,----______--. ,--______----. |\\\\\\\ ||||| |/ | / \| |||||| ||| / | | \ |||| | | || | | / \ | | \ / ~~~~~~~~~~~\ | | | | | /\ | `. || | | || | | || | | || | | || | | |/ | | \ | | | | | | | \_____/ / /_____`----' ///||\/-----\ ///|||\\//||\\ ||||||||//||\\\ ||||||||||||||| |||||| |||||| |||| -Hugh Tanner, 5, was excited when he found out he is going to have a new brother or sister. He told his mom they were having a girl and he picked out a name -- Chloe. But his Dad said he didn't agree with his choice. A few days later, Tanner told his mom, "We can name the baby Chloe and we won't tell Dad, so Dad can call her McKensie!" -- Roger and Marsha Harshman (grandparents of Tanner) of Avilla, Indiana Tanner told his mom that when the baby comes he will have to take some time off from school, so that he can help take care of her. It is not unusual to hear four-year-old Megan sing -- she's part of a very musical family. One evening, her father Floyd heard her singing and called his wife to come and listen to their little girl. She was singing, "Jesus, you're my first Dalmatian." (It was supposed to be "firm foundation.") -- Mindy Hartman (honorary aunt) of Chambersburg, Pennsylvania __ .--._,' `\ (__.' '-, / /_ _ \ __|e)e) | .'_ ; ,`) | (_) | /_.----._.' / \_/\___/ ,d8` \ / .-\\,oo8P` ; | / |;"` | | | || , _ /`'. \ './/'\. .' /.--;'-. | '--'.-._;' .' .-' /'-;` \ (((. .-'\ (((_.' \ ) jgs '._).'`--' `-` At a formal dinner, the host was completely bald. James, 6, studied him for quite some time and then said, "Pete, you know, your hair is all skin." -- May Reasoner (mother of James) of Lincolnton, North Carolina Cassidy, 5, noticed that her mother, who does day care, used Vaseline to stop the hamster wheel from squeaking. One day Cassidy noticed her mother putting Vaseline on a baby's bottom during a diaper change. "Mommy, does her bottom squeak?" Cassidy asked. -- Sharron Reynolds (grandmother of Cassidy) of Sierra Vista, Arizona Kaila, 10, submitted her essay explaining why she should be chosen for the drama club. Among her list of reasons: "My grandmother says that I am very dramatic!" She got in. -- Julie Allen (Kaila's aunt) of Searcy, Arkansas _ \ `. ' \ ) | .-` \_/ `. .' `. .` `. / `. `. .` .` \ | \ / \ / \ / \\ // /\ \ / ,-. :'' \ \ / / | \ \ \ | | | \ \ \ / / \ | \ | | / | | | / / / .._ | | ,._/ \ \ \/ # \/ \/ ##\ | | \ ### / /\ \###/ | | `---' //\\ `-' / \ | _..._ | / \ / .-" _..._ `-. \/ \| `.-' `-.` / `-._ /// _.-` `-.________.-" LGB Morgan started kindergarten this year. Her school is doing candy sales as a fund-raising project. One night her grandmother received a phone call from her asking if she would like to buy some candy. "If I sell enough boxes An'ma, I get to ride in a limbo!" Morgan said. -- M. Stone (grandmother of Morgan) of Georgia James, 2, saw that his grandmother had washed her hair and "styled" it with gel. He was not impressed. "Grandma," he said, "your hair is all broken. I get you a Band-Aid!" -- Betty Jean Parker (grandmother of James) of Cheyenne, Wyoming _.._ .-' `-. : ; ; ,_ _, ; : \{" "}/ : ,'.'"=..=''.'. ; / \ / \ ; .' ; '.__.' ; '. .-' .' '. 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