Let me chew on your ear a minute...
I got your toes... No, I got YOURS!
Who says white dogs can't jump?
Round and round we go... this sure beats chasing your own tail.
By spring, this cat's gonna be a hop-scotch champ!
These two truly make an ODD COUPLE !
Just a minute Mr. DeMille, let me get ready for my close-up!
You think outgrowing your clothes is a problem?
Try outgrowing your petdoor!
Life is too short not to take time out to enjoy the fun.
Isn't it strange
how a 20 dollar bill seems like such a large amount when you donate it, but such a small amount when you go shopping?
Isn't it strange
how 2 hours seem so long when you're at church,
and how short they seem when you're watching a good movie?
Isn't it strange
that you can't find a word to say when you're praying but..
you have no trouble thinking what to talk about with a friend?
Isn't it strange
how difficult and boring it is to read one chapter of the Good Book, but
how easy it is to read 100 pages of a popular novel or ZANE GREY book?
Isn't it strange
how everyone wants front-row-tickets to concerts or games but
they do whatever is possible to sit in the back at Church?
Isn't it strange
how we need to know about an event for Church 2-3 weeks
before the day so we can include it in our agenda,
but we can adjust it for other events in the last minute?
Isn't it strange
how difficult it is to learn a fact about God to share it with others;
but how easy it is to learn, understand, extend and repeat gossip?
Isn't it strange
how we believe everything that magazines and newspapers say but...
we question the words in the Bible?
Isn't it strange
how everyone wants a place in heaven but....
they don't want to believe, do, or say anything to get there?
Isn't it strange
how we send jokes in e-mails and they are forwarded right away but
when we are going to send messages about God,
we think about it twice before we share it with others?
IT'S STRANGE ISN'T IT?
Now that you've read this message, will you forward it to anybody
that you consider a friend, family member.
IS IT STRANGE YOU WILL FORWARD OTHER MESSAGES BUT MAY DEPRIVE YOURSELF FROM BEING THANKED AND BLESSED FOR SENDING THIS TO OTHERS.... WHO MAY HAVE NEED OF GOD AT THIS TIME IN THEIR LIFE.
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant - Robert Louis Stevenson.
Passing this on from older sister:
Berries are delicious, but they're also kind of delicate. Raspberries in particular seem like they can mold before you even get them home from the market. There's nothing more tragic than paying $4 for a pint of local raspberries, only to look in the fridge the next day and find that fuzzy mold growing on their insides.
Well, with fresh berries just starting to hit farmers markets, we can tell you that how to keep them fresh! Here’s a tip I’m sharing on how to prevent them from getting there in the first place:
Wash them with vinegar. When you get your berries home, prepare a mixture of one part vinegar (white or apple cider probably work best) and ten parts water. Dump the berries into the mixture and swirl around. Drain, rinse if you want (though the mixture is so diluted you can't taste the vinegar,) and pop in the fridge. The vinegar kills any mold spores and other bacteria that might be on the surface of the fruit, and voila! Raspberries will last a week or more, and strawberries go almost two weeks without getting moldy and soft. So go forth and stock up on those pricey little gems, knowing they'll stay fresh as long as it takes you to eat them.
You're so berry welcome!
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant - Robert Louis Stevenson.
For a slightly sweeter trick, wash them and sprinkle a little sugar on them before putting them in the fridge. Fights mold and tastes great!
We'll try that.Originally Posted by Glitter Brunello
Thanks.
I received this and thought it depicted much beauty.
Wish I could travel and see all of it.
Want to share it with you:
Just wait for the pictures to come on and have your volume on.
Click on the Link below...and enjoy!!!
http://www.openmyeyeslord.net/Train%20Ride.swf
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant - Robert Louis Stevenson.
I've seen this being passed around more than once. I just received it again.
I don't mean to be political, only appreciative, and thought it "nice stuff" to share.
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I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.
Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.
'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me. 'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan
After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time...
As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'
His friend agreed.
I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'
Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?' 'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class.
'This is your thanks.'
After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room.
A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.
Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seat belt I stood and took the Captain's hand.
With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.
Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.
When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!
Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base.
I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base. It will be about time for a sandwich. God Bless You.'
Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.
As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little....
A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to 'The United States of America ' for an amount of 'up to and including my life.'
That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'
Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap but by the seeds you plant - Robert Louis Stevenson.
That is very sweet. On my last flight, Southwest, a soldier sat across the aisle from me. The stewardess gave him unlimited free drinks and checked up on him constantly. I was so pleased to see that special attention. It made me want to fly Southwest more often, just knowing that they would use some of their profit for something like that.
TO ALL MY FRIENDS.!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.
He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside himhad been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them.
After a while, they came to a high,white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch thatglowed in the sunlight.
When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificentgate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl,and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold.
He and the dog walked toward the gate,and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'
'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.
'Wow! Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.
'Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some icewater brought right up.'
The man gestured, and the gate began to open. 'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?'the traveler asked.
'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill,he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gatethat looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside,leaning against a tree and reading a book.
'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'
'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in.'
'How about my friend here?' the traveler gestured to the dog.
'There should be a bowl by the pump,' said the man.
They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself,then he gave some to the dog.
When they were full, he and the dog walked backtoward the man who was standing by the tree. 'What do you call this place?' the traveler asked.
'This is Heaven,' he answered.
'Well, that's confusing,' the traveler said.
'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'
'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates?Nope. That's Hell.'
'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'
'No, we're just happy that they screen outthe folks who would leave their best friends behind.'
Soooo. Now you see, sometimes, we wonder why friends keep forwarding stuff to us without writing a word. Maybe this will explain it.
When you are very busy, but still want to keep in touch,guess what you do? You forward emails.
When you have nothing to say, but still want to keep contact,you forward jokes.
When you have something to say, but don't know what,and don't know how - you forward stuff.
A 'forward' lets you know that you are still remembered,
You are still important, you are still cared for.
So, next time if you get a 'forward', don't think thatyou've been sent just another forwarded joke,but that you've been thought of today and your friend on the other end of your computer wanted to send you a smile.
You are welcome at my water bowl anytime!!
What a real President looks like.
This is a great reminder about how we have strayed in our choices.
Watching this makes me realize how much things have changed.
http://www.youtube.com/embed/OvN1jTkzXbY?rel=0
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