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THANK YOU! :) ================ >-->HOT Off The 'Shangy' Press :) This too hot to handle one comes from our friend LouiseA. It is sure to give you your dose of 'Aww" for the day! Check it out here... , _ )\ __`9) _,/^`^(G)-' < \(\a a ) / ) `(v__/` ,_ (_, ) mic `U) _,) )-(_/ (_/ (_/ Adorable Wrinkly Puppies http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/wrinklypuppies.html --- ...Awww, These are so cute, warm and cuddly! Thanks LouiseA! =========================================================== >-->From Heartwarmers: | | | _ | | <_> | | | | | `-._ | |`-._| | | _________________________________|____ `-._ `-._ | `-._ `-._ | kat `-._ `-._ >WHAT IS A PATRIOT? by Joseph Walker It was football season, about 20 years ago. My then-8-year-old daughter Andrea and I were watching the Sunday night news, which included a report of the day's NFL highlights. "...and the Jets cruise past the Patriots, 34-7. Meanwhile in New Orleans..." "Daddy," Andrea interrupted, "what are patriots?" "It's a football team, honey," I replied, absently. "Sort of." "I know that," she said. "But what does it stand for?" "The way they're playing these days, not much." "Huh?" Obviously, Andrea wasn't much on sports humor. "OK," I said. "A patriot was, you know, like in the days of the Revolutionary War. People who really loved their country, like George Washington, the Minute Men and stuff." "Oh." That was that, I thought, and I returned to the football highlights until... "Daddy, what happened to the patriots?" "I don't know," I said. "A bad trade, a couple of injuries, some lousy draft picks..." "No, I mean the patriots who lived with George Washington. What happened to them?" "Well," I said, "they won the war, they established a great nation and then they all died." "Oh," Andrea said. "So patriots are kind of like dinosaurs, and they're extinct now?" I was losing ground here. But what was I supposed to say? Patriotism hasn't been high on the list of politically correct postures for a few decades. So I turned to the dictionary. A patriot, I told Andrea, is "one who loves his country and supports its authority and interests." "Oh," Andrea said. "Like the man who lives over by the school who flies his flag almost every day? He told us it's because he's proud to be an American. Is he a patriot?" "Yes," I said. "I think you could say so." "And what about Mrs. Davis?" my daughter continued. "Last week at church she was teaching us that song about America, and she was talking about the purple mountains magically and the fruity plains and she started to cry. I think she loves our country too." "That's 'purple mountains majestie' and 'fruited' plains,'" I said, "and yes, I'm sure she does." "Then she's a patriot too! And Bryan (the neighbor in the military) and Rosa (the friend who was working toward U.S. citizenship) and Chuck (the teenager who... well, I wasn't sure)." "Chuck?" I asked. "He always has a flag on his truck antenna," she explained. "I guess that qualifies him as a patriot," I said. "Everyone I know is a patriot," she said, "because everyone I know loves America!" I could have told her that there are a lot of people who would be quick to point out all of the things that are wrong about America. But then it occurred to me that maybe they complain because they care. Besides, what could be more American than criticizing the government? It's a tradition that goes back a long way -- all the way to George Washington and his fellow complaining patriots. "You're right," I said. "We're a whole country of patriots, each in our own way." "Including those guys?" she asked, gesturing toward the Patriots on the sports report. "EXCEPT those guys," I said. Hey, there's nothing patriotic about losing football games. -- Joseph Walker __________________________________________________ Joe is a Heartwarmer Gem from Utah. ========================================================== >-->From Our Friend LouiseA :) ,(()). ,;;;;. __ ________ _____ ___ ((_ _));'_`'_( _| __ __ __ _| _| _| __ __ () \ /)\ ) / (_|__ _|-_| _(_|(_|(_|__ _|-- ((\ O(() \ O / _____(_|(_|_____________(_|_ SSt >Sing With the Understanding (By Alan Smith) I heard once about a woman who spent some months serving as a missionary in South Africa. On her final visit to a remote township she attended a medical clinic. As the Zulu women there began to sing together, she found herself deeply moved by their hauntingly beautiful harmonies. She wanted to always remember this moment and try to share it with friends when she arrived home. With tears flowing down her cheeks, she turned to her friend and asked, "Can you please tell me the translation of the words to this song?" Her friend looked at her and solemnly replied . . . "If you boil the water, you won't get dysentery." How many times have we been guilty of the same thing in our worship to God? Not of singing that particular song, but of singing without being aware of the meaning of the words we were singing. It seems to me that singing songs of praise is like driving a car. If you drive, you've learned that if you follow the same route day after day, it is possible for you to make the trip without even thinking about what you're doing. We've all had the scary feeling of arriving at a location realizing that we "zoned out" en route and made the trip while our mind was on "autopilot." Many of us have had the same experience in our worship. We sing all the songs (like we've done countless times before) but our mind is on "autopilot" and after we've finished, we don't have a clue what we just sang about. Paul said, "I will pray with the spirit, and I will also pray with the understanding. I will sing with the spirit, and I will also sing with the understanding." (I Cor. 14:15) For those of us who are easily distracted, it requires a bit more effort, but may we resolve to strive to pay attention to the words that we are singing. May the songs of praise we sing truly come from a heart that exalts God! --- ...Good Advice! Thanks LouiseA! , , /////| ///// | ///// | |~~~| | | |===| |/| | B |/| | | I | | | | B | | | | L | / | E | / |===|/ jgs '---' The Love Of God... As with everything with God, we are not to be robots just mindlessly chanting or going through the motions of worship. God wants our whole heart and soul and mind into whatever we are doing for Him! Matt.22: [37] Jesus said unto him, Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. 1 Cor.13: [1] Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 'charity' here means the love of God in the renewed mind in manifestation. We have to put our whole selves into our worship or we are like a tinkling cymbal to God - not a great resounding cymbal as we should be. Big difference actually! Putting our heart into it makes all the difference in the world to God! And, after all, it is He we endeavor to Please - All Of The Time! When you read the word 'charity' replace it with 'the love of God in the renewed mind in manifestation' and you will have a better understanding of the following verses... 1 Cor.13: [1] Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. [2] And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. [3] And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. [4] Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, [5] Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; [6] Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; [7] Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. [8] Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. [13] And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. 1 Cor.16: [14] Let all your things be done with charity. Col.3: [14] And above all these things put on charity, which is the bond of perfectness. Pretty Awesome, Huh? :) See this bible teaching: The Love Of God http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Basics/THE_LOVE_OF_GOD.htm ========================================================== >-->From Archives InspiredBuffalo: .---. (_---_) (_/6 6\_) ( v ) `\ /' .-'': ;``-. / \,Y./ \ / (:)___ \ : .-'XXX`-.`\_; `.__.-XXX-.__.'\_ / / XXX \ \ `\_ / XXX \ `\ / XXX \ _`\___ jgs / \ (`--"""-') / \ (=-=-=-=-) `--...___ ___...--' (________) >Grandma's Hands Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK. Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong. "I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her. "Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?" I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making. Grandma smiled and related this story: "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled, shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life. "They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. "They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse. "They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand. "They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer. "These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life. But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ." I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God. I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face. See this teaching: The Palms of God! http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Word/THE_PALMS_OF_GOD.htm -<>- { } } { { { } } } }{ { _{ }{ } }_ ( }{ }{ { ) |""---------""| .-, | /""\ /#/ | | _ | _---------//_ | / | | ( / ) | |/ | /""=========""\ | / / (///////////////) | | / \ / | "T" C===========O cww ""---------"" -Bungle- >Salty Coffee He met her at a party. She was so beautiful, many guys were chasing after her, while he was so plain and simple, nobody paid attention to him. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him, she was surprised, but to be polite, she consented. They went to a nice coffee shop, he was too nervous to say anything, she felt uncomfortable, she thought, please, let me go home.... suddenly he asked the waiter. "would you please give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everybody stared at him, How strange! His face turned red, but still, he put the salt in his coffee and drank it. She asked him curiously; why you have salt in your coffee? He replied: "when I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I like playing in the sea, I could feel the taste of the sea, just like the taste of the salty coffee. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I always think of my childhood, think of my hometown, I miss my hometown so much, I miss my parents who still live there". While saying that tears filled his eyes. She was deeply touched. That's his true feelings, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can share his homesickness, he must be a man who loves home, cares about home, has ties to his home. Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood, her family. That was a really nice talk, also a beautiful beginning of their story. They continued to date. She found that he was actually a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed knowing him! Thanks to his salty coffee! The story ended just like every beautiful love story, the princess married the prince, then they lived happily ever after... And, every time she made coffee for him, she put some salt in it, as she knew that's the way he liked it. After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said: "My dearest, please forgive me, I have been lying my whole life. This was the only lie I told you---the salty coffee. Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt. It was hard for me to change it, so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our conversation! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you about anything. Now I'm dying, I'm afraid of nothing so I can tell you the truth: I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I met you, I don't ever feel sorry for everything I did for you. " Having you with me is the biggest thrill of my whole life. If I can live a second time around, I would still want to know you and have you for the rest of my life, even though I have to drink the salty coffee again". Her tears made the letter totally wet. One day, someone asked her: how did the salty coffee taste? It was very sweet, she replied. Love is not to forget but to forgive, not to see but to understand, not to hear but to listen, not to let go but to HOLD ON !!!! Forget the things that make you sad .... Remember the things that make you glad. -<>- ________________________ |\______________________/| || || || _ _ _ || || '_) '_) __ ' ) || || ,_) >< ,_) -- | || || ' || || _____ || ||_______________#####__|| jgs |/______________________\| >It Takes Guts to Believe Author Unknown This is a true story of something that happened just a few years ago at a prominent university. There was a professor of philosophy who was a deeply committed atheist. His primary goal for one required class was to spend the entire semester attempting to prove that God couldn't exist. His students were always afraid to argue with him because of his impeccable logic. For twenty years, he had taught this class and no one had ever had the courage to go against him. Sure, some had argued in class at times, but no one had ever 'really gone against him'. Nobody would go against him because he had a reputation. At the end of every semester, on the last day, he would say to his class of 300 students, "If there is anyone here who still believes in Jesus, stand up!" In twenty years, no one had ever stood up. They knew what he was going to do next. He would say, "because anyone who does believe in God is a fool. If God existed, he could stop this piece of chalk from hitting the ground and breaking. Such a simple task to prove that he is God, and yet he can't do it." Every year, he would drop the chalk onto the tile floor of the classroom and it would shatter into a hundred pieces. All of the students could do nothing but stop and stare. Most of the students were convinced that God couldn't exist. Certainly, a number of Christians had slipped through, but for 20 years, they had been too afraid to stand up. Well, a few years ago, there was a freshman who happened to get enrolled in the class. He was a Christian, and had heard the stories about this professor. He had to take the class because it was one of the required classes for his major. And he was afraid. But for 3 months that semester, he prayed every morning that he would have the courage to stand up no matter what the professor said or what the class thought. Nothing they said or did could ever shatter his faith, he hoped. Finally the day came. The professor said, "If there is anyone here who still believes in God, stand up!" The professor and the class of 300 people looked at him, shocked, as he stood up at the back of the classroom. The professor shouted, "You FOOL!! If God existed, he could keep this piece of chalk from breaking when it hit the ground!" He proceeded to drop the chalk, but as he did, it slipped out of his fingers, off his shirt cuff, onto the pleats of his pants, down his leg, and off his shoe. As it hit the ground, it simply rolled away, unbroken. The professor's jaw dropped as he stared at the chalk. He looked up at the young man and then ran out of the lecture hall. The young man who had stood up proceeded to walk to the front of the room and share his faith in Jesus for the next half hour. 300 students stayed and listened as he told of God's love for them and of his power through Jesus Christ. -<>- >Links for Your Enjoyment: [The Way's - in part] Bible Study Table Of Contents: http://www.absolutebiblestudy.com/Contents.htm Paradox Of Our Times http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/paradoxofourtimes.html Pay It Forward http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/payitforward.html One Word Essay http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/essay.html New Office Policy http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/office.html Mabel The Chicken http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/chicken.html Love Test http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/lovetest.html I Believe... http://www.shangralafamilyfun.com/believe.html -<>- >From Our Friend LouiseA :) Trust me, I've seen many a cat video, but this is one of the funniest and most adorable I've ever seen. Kudos to this terrific narrator who again made me laugh myself silly. You may remember him from the sad cat and sad dog diaries, who were also brilliantly funny. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=G4Sn91t1V4g Scary high winds treat real aircraft like paper planes. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_WmjWAGkLI&feature=player_embedded If you haven't met your cuteness quota for the day, then you have to watch this video. Kids can be wild sometimes - no one knows that better than this horse - but a little patience can go a long way. http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=X8dhgIhw9cA --- ...Aww these are great! Thanks LouiseA! -<>- >From Our Friend Melody :) Remember To Tip The Pizza Delivery Driver http://tipthepizzaguy.com/ Christian Humor http://www.christian-jokes.net/ --- ...TeeHee! Good 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 ========================================================== |\ /| |\ /| | \ / | |\\ //| | | | | | \| |/ | \ | | / \ || || / \ |_| / \||_||/ .' '. .' '. | | |o o| / \ /= Y =\ `'-. .-'` `'-.^.-'` _| |_ _| |_ /` `\ /` `\ | / \ | | | |/ \| | ( ) | / \ /\ \ / /\ | .-~-. | | '._)_.' | \ { } / \ / jgs \ '-=-' / \ '.___.' / .--' ;---; '--. .--' \---/ '--. `-------' '-------` `-------' '-------` >Book Return Story Editor: The Lender Joyce Schowalter USA Moving west after attending university, I lived in a smallish town in the middle of Washington State. It was hot and dry in the summer, surrounding agricultural farms were supported by gravity-fed irrigation water from the Cascade Mountains. It was cold with crunchy snow underfoot in winter, with definite spring and fall. It was the mid 1970s. There was a college there, since upgraded to Central Washington University. I ran with a creative crowd, mostly attending the college. We also socialized with a few younger college professors, including from the Ethnic Studies and Sociology Departments. Some of my friends took modern dance classes and gave performances. One friend owned a bicycle shop downtown. Once I purchased a bicycle there with a guarantee tag stating, "15 minutes or 15 centimeters, whichever comes first". Some of our friends had grown up locally, so we had ties to local farming families. Heck, in small towns, you're tied to almost everybody, almost every institution. That's the beauty of small town life. It fosters deep relationships because you see people often -- and also fosters diversity of relationships. Since people "just like you" are few, most people have diverse friendships. One gal I met was Diane. She was getting a degree in Elementary Education. We knew each other a little -- our social circles overlapped, but saw each other rarely. Diane once borrowed a book: "The Golden Egg Book" by Margaret Wise Brown and Leonard Weisgard. It was a talisman book from my childhood, with gorgeous, elaborate illustrations, and a poignant story about a lonely bunny who finds friendship. My parents had read that book so many times to myself and my siblings, the cover was tattered. The book was magical to me, cherished for its precious memories. One day there was a knock at my door. Diane said, "I'm moving to California, and I'm returning "The Golden Egg Book". I really like it, and I knew I could take it with me, because I knew you'd have forgotten who had it, all these months later. I kept feeling too busy packing to take the time to bring it over. But I didn't want to do that, because I knew how much it meant to you. So, here it is." I still tear up every time I tell this story. I'd spent hours listening to lectures about morality, why it's imperative to do the right thing. But that one small event changed my life. It demonstrated what living a moral life is, that it involves sacrifice at inconvenient times. When I'm faced with everyday moral choices, I know what I have to do. I have to make the kind of choice Diane did, so I can live with my own conscience, and so the other person feels the relief I did. Thanks to Diane, my own children were able to sink into that magical story, gaze at the mesmerizing illustrations, and turn the pages of the very same "Golden Egg Book". =======HeroicStories======= >-->From Kidwarmers: >THE FUNNY THINGS KIDS SAY .+. @ /' \. .: _______ )) ( _:::.__.'_ `:::::: ~ / ,\ .::' :::::' \` \ .'::' :::' ('.\ `-.. :. __::'_______`-.\ ))::._ .'``::::::::: `-'~' `:::' a:f ' While enjoying neighborhood yard sales, Rita's middle grandson, age 5, heard Rita say that her arthritis was making her hips hurt. At the next yard sale there was a lovely chair and he sat in it. Then noticing that she was limping quite a bit he got up and said, "Here, Nan, you sit down." Rita replied, "Thanks, Sweetie, but I am OK." His reply was, "Oh, Nan, you sit. This chair is fit for a queen." - Rita Courtney of Kendallville, Indiana Gale's grown son was involved in some accidents, including a gun accident. Gale's grandson Joshua, 5, observed, "We need to make sure Uncle Jimmy has his diabetes medicine charged up - that way he won't die on us!" Joshua didn't have any idea what diabetes is - he just heard the word ("die beat") and thought it was medicine to "beat dying!" -Gale Spence of Angola, Indiana Gale is highly allergic to poison ivy. Recently she was weeding with a weed eater and the poison ivy came up in the air, causing her to get poison ivy on her lip. Joshua later asked how she got the poison ivy. Gale said, "I was weed eating..." Joshua replied, "Grandma, we don't eat weeds and we don't mess with poison. Someone of your age ought to know that!" Dawn was visiting her aunt in Illinois and this happened with Anna, Dawn's cousin's daughter. Anna was eating chicken nuggets at home when she asked her mom for some "Q-Bar" sauce to put in her chicken. 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(That was exactly as she had written it.) Her mother, realizing the error in her question, asked her, "How do I spell ??~of?'" To which Pnina immediately responded, "O-F." -Brandel D. Falk (mother of Pnina) of Jerusalem, Israel Cora, 3, was talking to her mom one day. "Mama, you love Daddy, don't you?" Mama replied, "Yes, I do." Cora again: "And Daddy loves you, right?" "Yes, Cora, he does." "And you are married, right?" "Yes, we're married." "I'm going to get married when I grow up," Cora said. "I don't know who I'll marry yet, but I know that he will love Jesus." -Susan Meadors of Kentucky Ogden, 7, was visiting his grandparents over the weekend. He said, "Grandma, I used to want to be a shark specialist but that won't work because I remembered I am afraid of sharks. Then I thought I would be a scientist but that didn't work out. I was going to be a carpenter, but I don't want to work that hard. So I guess I'll be an inventor." -Diane Schlemmer (grandmother of Ogden) of LaGrange, Indiana _...._ .'.o' o.'. /o o .o' o'\ |'.o 'o. o'.o| |o. o' o 'o .| \ o .o.'o'./ '._o__o_.' \ / || || || || || jgs || \/ Hannah, 5, told her mother that the best part of her vacation was "clubbing." Fortunately, she meant miniature golf. - James Watkins (grandfather of Hannah) formerly of LaOtto, Indiana Neil says recently a T-ball player looked down the field at his feet during a team pow-wow and said contemplatively: "This field is dirty." -Neil Grepke of Noble County, Indiana Neil also tells about his son Isaiah, 4, who looked up at him and said, "It's so hot, my life is burnt!" ________ / ______ \ || _ _ || ||| || ||| |||_||_||| || _ _o|| (o) ||| || ||| |||_||_||| ^~^ , ||______|| ('Y') ) /__________\ / \/ ________|__________|__ (\|||/) _________ hjw /____________\ `97 |____________| Lark, 3, and her brother, Koen, 6, were spending the weekend with Nanna and PawPaw. Lark was chasing Koen, when she got a bit off course and ran into a door facing. She wasn't seriously hurt, but she began screaming as if she were bleeding to death. When Nanna rescued Lark and took her to the couch and began soothing her feelings, Lark sobbed, "I just need to sit with you and calm down." She stopped crying and told Nanna, "I think I just need to chill out for a while." - Dennis Smith (Lark and Koen's PawPaw) of Oak Ridge, North Carolina Lark, 3, was pushing her baby doll in her stroller. When she brought her doll to her grandfather and said, "My baby has a boo-boo," he asked her if she could kiss the boo-boo and make it well. Lark paused for a second, then said, "Sure! I'm a ??~doctor girl.'" When Lark came to spend the day with Nanna and and PawPaw, she came running through the kitchen door shouting, "Ola, amigos, Ola, amigos!" (Spanish for "Hello, friends!") She has been watching "Dora The Explorer." Hayden, 7, went with his grandfather Rick Stephens to Hite Funeral Home in Kendallville. Rick explained to Hayden that Grandpa Beecher Stephens had died and gone to heaven. When they entered the funeral home Hayden whispered very softly to his grandfather: "Is the heaven?" - Sandy Shook (aunt of Hayden) of Kendallville, Indiana '-. '-. _____ .-._ | '. : .. | : '-._+ | .-' / \ .'i--i / \ .-'_/____\___ .-' : fsc: John's parents restored an 1894 home in Ohio after they family moved there because of a job transfer with International Harvester. They spent 11 years meticulously restoring the home. When a local elementary school asked to bring the kids through on a tour John's parents were happy to give the kids a taste of local history and architecture. At the end of the tour one of the teachers was talking to the kids about the historic colors used in the house, inside and out. A little boy raised his hand and said, "I know all about historic colors. I see them all the time on TV." The teacher replied, "You do?" The boy said, "Uh huh, everything back then was black and white." - John Bry of Albion, Indiana Kai, 4, lives in Montana. He keeps asking his mom, "When are we going to Indiana Jones to see Nana and PaPa?" - Becky Sexton (grandmother of Kai) of Kendallville, Indiana Last fall Andrea was driving with Drew, 3. They were admiring the pretty autumn leaves when he suddenly said, "Mom, I wanna paint the leaves, too. I gonna need goggles and a squirt gun." Andrea adds, "Those are the moments that make motherhood all worth it!" - Andrea Sullivan of Warsaw, Indiana Isaiah, 5, asked, "Mom, did they have video games back when you were alive?" - Anne Lowe of Ligonier, Indiana H e ' s A N G R Y ! ! _ BLOW it out H e ' s a F L U T E ! ! / \ your ear! / \ / || || / H e ' s . . . |\_/| / ( ) }_ /{ A N G R Y F L U T E ! }o o{ } \ { } < { )___( | | | O | | | C r e a t e d b y | O | H o w a r d W e n ! One night Ella, 3, told her mother her tummy didn't feel good and that she might be getting "the flute." Fortunately, Ella woke up fine the next day. - Erin Doucette (mother of Ella) of Huntertown, Indiana Barbara's daughter-in-law Kim has been having a good deal of pain from a pinched nerve in her neck. Sitting in the family room she turned and felt the pain and said, "Ah, ah, ah." Her husband said, "You need to go to the doctor and have that checked." Several minutes later she again moved the wrong way and again said, "Ah, ah, ah." Two and a half year-old Payton yelled from her bedroom, "No, ??~ah, ah, ah,' Mommy. Go to the doctor!" -Barbara Roney (grandmother) of Portland, Oregon ---------- ____ .-'& '-. / \ : o o ; ( (_ ) : ; \ __ / `-._____.-' /`"""`\ / , \ /|/\/\/\ _\ (_|/\/\/\\__) |_______| __)_ |_ (__ jgs (_____|_____) >TEACHABLE MOMENTS Here are some helpful thoughts from http://www.before5.org about ways you can be your child's first and best teacher! Do Good Deeds Find an elderly or disabled person in your neighborhood who needs help with yard cleanup, weeding, or other summer time chores. The whole family can pitch in for a day of giving to others. Great family experience, great Teachable Moment! Celebrate Summer Celebrate summer by eliminating or strictly limiting TV and computer time and replacing it with child powered activities inside and outside. Board games, building forts, acting out a favorite story, jumping through the sprinkler, or just running around in the grass are good beginnings for a healthier summer. ========================================================== . | . \ | / `. \ ' / .' `. .-*""*-. .' "*-._ /.*" "*.\ _.-*" : ; ____ """"': .. ; _.-*" \ `.__.' / "*-._ .' `-.__.-' `. bug .' / . \ `. / | \ ' | ` >-->A Day Worthwhile I count that day as wisely spent In which I do some good. For someone who is far away Or shares my neighborhood. 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