Monday, December 31, 2012

it's always tempting to over-indulge during the holidays

While it's always tempting to 
over-indulge during the holidays,
Don't let YOUR picture end up on this
 holiday warning brochure
I picked up at the Humane Society!!!



5 beers

2 glasses of wine

2 bottles of wine - Shared of course

Too many margaritas

3 Kamikazes

7 rum & cokes

1 large purple haze

3 martinis

1 bottle of tequila  

If you got a chuckle or smile,
Pass it on to someone who
Loves animals too.

And even if they are not animal people,
Send it anyway, this is too cute to keep to yourself.



Sunday, December 30, 2012

The Old Irish Nun


In a convent in Ireland, the 98-year-old Mother Superior lay dying. The nuns gathered around her bed trying to make her last journey comfortable. They tried giving her warm milk to drink but she refused it. One of the nuns took the glass back to the kitchen. 


Then, remembering a bottle of Irish Whiskey that had been received as a gift the previous Christmas, she opened it and poured a generous amount into the warm milk. Back at Mother Superior's bed, they held the glass to her lips. The frail nun drank a little, then a little more and before they knew it, she had finished the whole glass down to the last drop. 


As her eyes brightened, the nuns thought it would be a good opportunity to have one last talk with their spiritual leader . " Mother," the nuns asked earnestly, "Please give us some of your wisdom before you leave us." She raised herself up in bed on one elbow, looked at them and said:

" DON'T SELL THAT COW." 



A smile - is a sign of joy.

A hug - is a sign of love.

A laugh - is a sign of happiness.

And a friend like me? - Well that's just a sign of good taste!!

We'll be friends until I am senile.

Then we'll be new friends.



Saturday, December 29, 2012

ACTUAL PASSPORT APPLICATION LETTER SENT BACK TO STATE DEPARTMENT

Dear Mrs. Ms. Or Sir:

I'm in the process of renewing my passport and still cannot believe this.


How is it that Radio Shack has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a cable TV from them in 1987 (23 years ago), and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.

For Pete's sakes, do you guys do this by hand? 


Ever heard of computers?

My birth date you have in my social security file. It's on EVERY income tax form I've filed for the past 30 years. It's on my Medicare health insurance card and my driver's license, it's on the last eight damn passports I've had, it's on every stupid customs declaration form I've had to fill out before being allowed off the plane for the last 30 years. And it's on all those census forms that we have to do at election times.

Would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother's name is Maryanne, my father's name is Robert and I'm reasonably confident that neither name is likely to change between now and when I die.

Between you an' me, I've had enough of this bureaucratic @#$%$$@

You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my #*&#%*& address.

What is going on? You must have a gang of bureaucratic Neanderthal morons working there!

Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? And "No," I don't want to dig up Yasser Arafat, for crap sakes. I just want to go and park my butt on a sandy beach. And would someone please tell me, why would you give a damn whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days?

If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a chicken or a goat, believe you me, I'd sure as hell not want to tell anyone!

Well, I have to go now because I have to go to the other end of the city and get another #*@&#^@*@ copy of my birth certificate to the tune of $100.

Would it be so difficult to have all the services in the same area so I could get a new passport the same day? Nooooo, that would require planning and organization. And it would be too logical for the @&^*^%@% government.

You'd rather have us running all over the place like chickens with our heads cut off. Then, we have to find some asshole to confirm that it's really me in the damn picture - you know, the one where we're not allowed to smile...Hey, you know why we can't smile?

We're totally pissed off!
Signed
- An Irate Citizen.

P.S. Remember what I wrote about getting someone to confirm that the picture is me? Well, my family has been in the United States of America since 1776. I have served in the military for something over 35 years and have had security clearances up the yingyang. However, I have to get someone important to verify who I am - you know, someone like my doctor....


WHO WAS BORN AND RAISED IN INDIA !

 

And you folks want to run our health care system?????


Friday, December 28, 2012

Post-Election Thoughts

If God wanted us to vote, he would have given us candidates.
~ Jay Leno


The problem with political jokes is they get elected.
~ Henry Cate VII


We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office.
~ Aesop


If we got one-tenth of what was promised to us in these State of the Union speeches, there wouldn't be any inducement to go to heaven.
~ Will Rogers


Politicians are the same all over. They promise to build a bridge even where there is no river.
~ Nikita Khrushchev


When I was a boy, I was told that anybody could become President; I'm beginning to believe it.
~ Clarence Darrow


Why pay money to have your family tree traced, go into politics and your opponents will do it for you.
~ Author unknown


Politicians are people who, when they see light at the end of the tunnel, go out and buy some more tunnel.
~ John Quinton


Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other.
~ Oscar Ameringer


I offer my opponents a bargain: if they will stop telling lies about us,  I will stop telling the truth about them.
~ Adlai Stevenson, campaign speech, 1952


A politician is a fellow who will lay down YOUR life for his country.
~ Tex Guinan


I have come to the conclusion that politics is too serious a matter to be left to the politicians. ~ Charles de Gaulle


Instead of giving a politician the keys to the city, it might be better to change the locks.
~ Doug Larson


There ought to be one day -- just one -- when there is open season on senators.
~Will Rogers


 

Thursday, December 27, 2012

A novel approach to the gun ownership issue...

THIS MAY MAKE YOUR DAY!

Vermont State Rep. Fred Maslack has read the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, as well as Vermont's own Constitution very carefully, and his strict interpretation of these documents is popping some eyeballs in New England and elsewhere. 



Maslack recently proposed a bill to register "non-gun-owners" and require them to pay a $500  YEARLY fee to the state. Thus Vermont would become the first state to require a permit for the luxury of going about unarmed and assess a fee of $500 for the privilege of not owning a gun. Maslack read the "militia" phrase of the Second Amendment as not only the right of the individual citizen to bear arms, but as 'a clear mandate to do so'.


 

He believes that universal gun ownership was advocated by the Framers of the Constitution as an antidote to a "monopoly of force" by the government as well as criminals. Vermont ’s constitution states explicitly that "the people have a right to bear arms for the defense of themselves and the State" and those persons who are "conscientiously scrupulous of bearing arms" shall be required to "pay such equivalent.."

 

Clearly, says Maslack, Vermonters have a constitutional obligation to arm themselves, so that they are capable of responding to "any situation that may arise."


Under the bill, adults who choose not to own a firearm would be required to register their name, address, Social Security Number, and driver's license number with the state. "There is a legitimate government interest in knowing who is not prepared to defend the state should they be asked to do so," Maslack says.


Vermont already boasts a high rate of gun ownership along with the least restrictive laws of any state .... it's currently the only state that allows a citizen to carry a concealed firearm without a permit. This combination of plenty of guns and few laws regulating them has resulted in a crime rate that is the third lowest in the nation.


" America is at that awkward stage. It's too late to work within the system, but too early to shoot the bastards." 



This makes sense! There is no reason why gun owners should have to pay taxes to support police protection for people not wanting to own guns to defend themselves.



Let them contribute their fair share and pay their own way. Sounds reasonable to me! Non-gun owners require more police to protect them and this fee should go to paying for their defense!


   In God we Trust


Wednesday, December 26, 2012

A TOUCHING LOVE STORY!

An 80 year old woman was arrested for shop lifting.

When she went before the judge he asked her, 

"What did you steal?"

She replied, "A can of peaches."


The judge then asked her why she had stolen the can of peaches,   

And she replied that she was hungry.

The judge then asked her how many peaches were in the can.
She replied, "6."


The judge said, "Then I will give you 6 days in jail."


Before the judge could conclude the trial, 

the woman's husband spoke......

and asked the judge if he could say something.


The judge said, "What is it?"

The husband said, "She also stole a can of peas."





Tuesday, December 25, 2012



My mother and I had braved the mall (on a Saturday in December of all days) in hopes of capturing a picture of my 8 month old son, Kiptyn "meeting" Santa. We stood in line for over 30 minutes waiting for our turn. Of course, 5 mins before our turn to meet Santa, Kiptyn fell asleep!!

Part of me thought we should just get out of line & avoid wasting anyone else's time that busy Saturday, but as we went to leave Santa gestured us over. I handed Kiptyn to my Mom & grabbed my camera. I was escorted outside of the fenced area in order to snap my own shots. What happened next will be one of my all time favorite memories of Christmas...

Santa grabbed his book & slowly laid back into his oversized chair. He then silently motioned for my Mom to lay Kiptyn on his stomach. Kiptyn stirred for a moment and I thought he'd wake for sure. Santa hushed him & Kiptyn's little arms fell into such a peaceful position. After we finished taking pictures we heard a round of applause from the crowd that had gathered around below and above in the rotunda. I just wish this jolly ol' man could know how truly special he is.

I can honestly say that I believe in Santa and the magic of the holiday season again. I'd just like for everyone to see how special the Santa at the Boise Towne Square mall really is.

Happy Holidays to all!


with Kelly Anderson and Chance Pasley at Boise Towne Square.



Monday, December 24, 2012

The Soldier's Christmas Poem

A father meets a phantom soldier on Christmas Eve. He's reminded of our military history, founding of our country. He's called to defend freedom at home. Six minute featurette based on Michael Marks' poem followed by a call to action to each of us at home to stand up for freedom. Poem was made popular by LCDR Jeff Giles, CS, USN, stationed in Al Taqqadum Iraq.




This video touches my heart! My son is an Infantry Soldier fighting in Afghanistan. I understand their dedication and sacrifice! I am forever grateful for what they do everyday so that I can sleep and live in peace. To each and everyone of them I send my support and thanks. As Americans, it is our duty to support them. 


God Bless all of them.


Sunday, December 23, 2012

Letter From Santa Claus

I regret to inform you that, effective immediately, I will no longer serve the States of Georgia, Florida, Virginia, North and South Carolina, Tennessee, Mississippi, Texas, and Alabama on Christmas Eve.


Due to the overwhelming current population of the earth, my contract was renegotiated by North American Fairies and Elves Local 209. As part of the new and better contract, I also get longer breaks for milk and cookies so keep that in mind.


However, I'm certain that your children will be in good hands with your local replacement, who happens to be my third cousin, Joe Bob Claus. His side of the family is from the South Pole. He shares my goal of delivering toys to all the good boys and girls; however, there are a few differences between us.


Differences such as:


1. There is no danger of the Grinch stealing your presents from Joe Bob Claus. He has a gun rack on his sleigh and a bumper sticker that reads: "These toys insured by Smith and Wesson."


2. Instead of milk and cookies, Joe Bob Claus prefers that children leave an RC cola and pork rinds [or a moon pie] on the fireplace. And Bubba doesn't smoke a pipe. He dips a little snuff though, so please have an empty spit can handy.


3. Joe Bob Claus' sleigh is pulled by floppy-eared, flyin' coon dogs instead of reindeer. I made the mistake of loaning him a couple of my reindeer one time, and Blitzen's head now overlooks Joe Bob's fireplace.


4. You won't hear "On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen.." when Bubba Claus arrives. Instead, you'll hear, "On Earnhardt, on Gordon, on Elliott and Petty."


5. "Ho, Ho, Ho!" has been replaced by "Yee Haw!" And you also are likely to hear Joe Bob's elves respond, "I heer'd dat!"


6. As required by Southern highway laws, Joe Bob Claus' sleigh does have a Yosemite Sam safety triangle on the back with the words "Back Off."


7. The usual Christmas movie classics such as "Miracle on 34th Street" and "It's a Wonderful Life" will not be shown in your negotiated viewing area. Instead, you'll see "Boss Hogg Saves Christmas" and "Smokey and the Bandit IV" featuring Burt Reynolds as Joe Bob Claus and dozens of state patrol cars crashing into each other.


8. Joe Bob Claus doesn't wear a belt. If I were you, I'd make sure you, the wife, and the kids turn the other way when he bends over to put presents under the tree.


Sincerely Yours, 

Santa Claus 



Saturday, December 22, 2012

Geriatric Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas at Rock-Away Rest,

and all of us seniors were looking our best.

Our glasses, how sparkly, our wrinkles, how merry;

Our punchbowl held prune juice plus three drops of sherry.



A bed sock was taped to each walker, in hope

That Santa would bring us soft candy and soap.

We surely were lucky to be there with friends,

Secure in this residence and in our Depends.



Our grand kids had sent us some 'Christmasy' crafts,

Like angels in snowsuits and penguins on rafts.

The dental assistant had borrowed our teeth,

And from them she'd crafted a holiday wreath.



The bed pans, so shiny, all stood in a row,

Reflecting our candle's magnificent glow.

Our supper so festive...the joy wouldn't stop...

Was creamy warm oatmeal with sprinkles on top.



Our salad was Jell-O, so jiggly and great,

Then puree of fruitcake was spooned on each plate.

The social director then had us play games,

Like "Where Are You Living?" and "What Are Your Names?"



Old Grandfather Looper was feeling his oats,

Proclaiming that reindeer were nothing but goats.

Our resident wand'rer was tied to her chair,

In hopes that at bedtime she still would be there.



Security lights on the new fallen snow

Made outdoors seem noon to the old folks below.

Then out on the porch there arose quite a clatter

(But we are so deaf that it just didn't matter).



A strange little fellow flew in through the door,

Then tripped on the sill and fell flat on the floor.

'Twas just our director, all togged out in red.

He jiggled and chuckled and patted each head.



We knew from the way that he strutted and jived

Our social-security checks had arrived.

We sang...how we sang...in our monotone croak,

Till the clock tinkled out its soft eight-pm stroke.



And soon we were snuggling deep in our beds.

While nurses distributed nocturnal meds.

And so ends our Christmas at Rock-Away Rest

'fore long you'll be with us, we wish you the best.



Friday, December 21, 2012

SANTA AND SARAH

Three years ago, a little boy and his grandmother came to see Santa at the McAllister Mall in Saint John, New Brunswick. The child climbed up on his lap, holding a picture of a little girl.

Who is this?" asked Santa, smiling. "Your friend?

"Yes, Santa,' he replied. "My sister, Sarah, who is very sick," he said sadly.

Santa glanced over at the grandmother who was waiting nearby, and saw her dabbing her eyes with a tissue. "She wanted to come with me to see you, oh, so very much, Santa!" the child exclaimed. "She misses you," he added softly.

Santa tried to be cheerful and encouraged a smile to the boy's face, asking him what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.

When they finished their visit, the Grandmother came over to help the child off his lap, and started to say something to Santa, but halted.

"What is it?" Santa asked warmly.

"Well, I know it's really too much to ask you, Santa, but.." the old woman began, shooing her grandson over to one of Santa's elves to collect the little gift which Santa gave all his young visitors.

"The girl in the photograph... my granddaughter well, you see ... she has leukemia and isn't expected to make it even through the holidays," she said through tear-filled eyes. "Is there any way, Santa, any possible way that you could come see Sarah? That's all she's asked for, for Christmas, is to see Santa."

Santa blinked and swallowed hard and told the woman to leave information with his elves as to where Sarah was, and he would see what he could do. Santa thought of little else the rest of that afternoon. He knew what he had to do. "What if it were MY child lying in that hospital bed, dying," he thought with a sinking heart, "This is the least I can do."

When Santa finished visiting with all the boys and girls that evening, he retrieved from his helper the name of the hospital where Sarah was staying. He asked the assistant location manager how to get to the Hospital.

"Why?" Rick asked, with a puzzled look on his face.

Santa relayed to him the conversation with Sarah's grandmother earlier that day.

"C' mon .....I'll take you there." Rick said softly. Rick drove them to the hospital and came inside with Santa.

They found out which room Sarah was in. A pale Rick said, he would wait out in the hall.

Santa quietly peeked into the room through the half-closed door and saw little Sarah in the bed.

The room was full of what appeared to be her family; there was the Grandmother and the girl's brother he had met earlier that day. A woman whom he guessed was Sarah's mother stood by the bed, gently pushing Sarah's thin hair off her forehead. And another woman who he discovered later was Sarah's aunt, sat in a chair near the bed with a weary sad look on her face. They were talking quietly, and Santa could sense the warmth and closeness of the family, and their love and concern for Sarah.

Taking a deep breath, and forcing a smile on his face, Santa entered the room, bellowing a hearty, "Ho, Ho, Ho!"

"Santa!" shrieked little Sarah, weakly as she tried to escape her bed to run to him IV tubes intact.

Santa rushed to her side and gave her a warm hug.

A child the tender age of his own son -- 9 years old -- gazed up at him with wonder and excitement. Her skin was pale and her short tresses bore telltale bald patches from the effects of chemotherapy. But, all he saw when he looked at her was a pair of, huge blue eyes. His heart melted, and he had to force himself to choke back tears. Though his eyes were riveted upon Sarah's face, he could hear the gasps and quiet sobbing of the women in the room.

As he and Sarah began talking, the family crept quietly to the bedside one by one, squeezing Santa's shoulder or his hand gratefully, whispering "Thank you" as they gazed sincerely at him with shining eyes. Santa and Sarah talked and talked, and she told him excitedly all the toys she wanted for Christmas, assuring him she'd been a very good girl that year.

As their time together dwindled, Santa felt led in his spirit to pray for Sarah, and asked for permission from the girl's mother. She nodded in agreement and the entire family circled around Sarah's bed, holding hands. Santa looked intensely at Sarah and asked her if she believed in angels.

"Oh, yes, Santa... I do!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I'm going to ask angels watch over you." he said. Laying one hand on the child's head, Santa closed his eyes and prayed. He asked that, God touch little Sarah, and heal her body from this disease. He asked that angels minister to her, watch and keep her. And when he finished praying, still with eyes closed, he started singing, softly, "Silent Night, Holy Night....all is calm, all is bright." The family joined in, still holding hands, smiling at Sarah, and crying tears of hope, tears of joy for this moment, as Sarah beamed at them all.

When the song ended, Santa saton the side of the bed again and held Sarah's frail, small hands in his own. "Now, Sarah," he said authoritatively, "you have a job to do, and that is to concentrate on getting well. I want you to have fun playing with your friends this summer, and I expect to see you at my house at McAllister Mall this time next year!"

He knew it was risky proclaiming that to this little girl who had terminal cancer, but he "had" to. He had to give her the greatest gift he could -- not dolls or games or toys -- but the gift of HOPE.

"Yes, Santa!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes bright.

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead and left the room.

Out in the hall, the minute Santa's eyes met Rick's, a look passed between them and they wept unashamed.

Sarah's mother and grandmother slipped out of the room quickly and rushed to Santa's side to thank him.
"My only child is the same age as Sarah," he explained quietly. "This is the least I could do." They nodded with understanding and hugged him.

One year later, Santa was again back on the set in Saint John for his six-week, seasonal job which he so loves to do. Several weeks went by and then one day a child came up to sit on his lap.

"Hi, Santa! Remember me?!"

"Of course, I do," Santa proclaimed (as he always does), smiling down at her. After all, the secret to being a "good" Santa is to always make each child feel as if they are the "only" child in the world at that moment.

"You came to see me in the hospital last year!"

Santa's jaw dropped. Tears immediately sprang in his eyes, and he grabbed this little miracle and held her to his chest. "Sarah!" he exclaimed. He scarcely recognized her, for her hair was long and silky and her cheeks were rosy -- much different from the little girl he had visited just a year before. He looked over and saw Sarah's mother and grandmother in the sidelines smiling and waving and wiping their eyes.

That was the best Christmas ever for Santa Claus.

He had witnessed --and been blessed to be instrumental in bringing about -- this miracle of hope. This precious little child was healed. Cancer-free. Alive and well. He silently looked up to Heaven and humbly whispered, "Thank you, Father. 'Tis a very, Merry Christmas!

If you believe in miracles you will pass this on...I did!

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Very Interesting Little Gems to Remember


It takes glass one million years to decompose, which means it never wears out and can be recycled an infinite amount of times!


Gold is the only metal that doesn't rust, even if it's buried in the ground for thousands of years .


Your tongue is the only muscle in your body that is attached at only one end .


If you stop getting thirsty, you need to drink more water. When a human body is dehydrated, its thirst mechanism shuts off.


Each year 2,000,000 smokers either quit smoking or die of tobacco-related diseases.


Zero is the only number that cannot be represented by Roman numerals


Kites were used in the American Civil War to deliver letters and newspapers.


The song, Auld Lang Syne, is sung at the stroke of midnight in almost every English-speaking country in the world to bring in the new year.


Drinking water after eating reduces the acid in your mouth by 61 percent


Peanut oil is used for cooking in submarines because it doesn't smoke unless it's heated above 450F


The roar that we hear when we place a seashell next to our ear is not the ocean, but rather the sound of blood surging through the veins in the ear.


Nine out of every 10 living things live in the ocean


The banana cannot reproduce itself. It can be propagated only by the hand of man


Airports at higher altitudes require a longer airstrip due to lower air density


The University of Alaska spans four time zones


The tooth is the only part of the human body that cannot heal itself.


In ancient Greece , tossing an apple to a girl was a traditional proposal of marriage. Catching it meant she accepted.


Warner Communications paid $28 million for the copyright to the song Happy Birthday.


Intelligent people have more zinc and copper in their hair.


A comet's tail always points away from the sun


The Swine Flu vaccine in 1976 caused more death and illness than the disease it was intended to prevent


Caffeine increases the power of aspirin and other painkillers, that is why it is found in some medicines.


The military salute is a motion that evolved from medieval times, when knights in armor raised their visors to reveal their identity.


If you get into the bottom of a well or a tall chimney and look up, you can see stars, even in the middle of the day.


When a person dies, hearing is the last sense to go. The first sense lost is sight


In ancient times strangers shook hands to show that they were unarmed


Strawberries are the only fruits whose seeds grow on the outside


Avocados have the highest calories of any fruit at 167 calories per hundred grams


The moon moves about two inches away from the Earth each year


The Earth gets 100 tons heavier every day due to falling space dust


Due to earth's gravity it is impossible for mountains to be higher than 15,000 meters


Mickey Mouse is known as "Topolino" in Italy


Soldiers do not march in step when going across bridges because they could set up a vibration which could be sufficient to knock the bridge down


Everything weighs one percent less at the equator


For every extra kilogram carried on a space flight, 530 kg of excess fuel are needed at lift-off


The letter J does not appear anywhere on the periodic table of the elements.


And last but not least:


In 2012, December has 5 Fridays, 5 Saturdays, and 5 Sundays. This apparently happens once every 823 years!



Wednesday, December 19, 2012

T'was the Month before Christmas

T'was the month before Christmas

When all through our land,

Not a Christian was praying

Nor taking a stand.



Why the PC Police had taken away

The reason for Christmas - no one could say.

The children were told by their schools not to sing

About Shepherds and Wise Men and Angels and things.



It might hurt people's feelings, the teachers would say

December 25th is just a ' Holiday '.

Yet the shoppers were ready with cash, checks and credit

Pushing folks down to the floor just to get it!



CDs from Madonna, an X BOX, an I-Pod

Something was changing, something quite odd!

Retailers promoted Ramadan and Kwanzaa

In hopes to sell books by Franken & Fonda.



As Targets were hanging their trees upside down

At Lowe's the word Christmas - was no where to be found.

At K-Mart and Staples and Penny's and Sears

You won't hear the word Christmas; it won't touch your ears.



Inclusive, sensitive, Di-ver-si-ty

Are words that were used to intimidate me.

Now Daschle, Now Darden, Now Sharpton, Wolf Blitzen

On Boxer, on Rather, on Kerry, on Clinton !



At the top of the Senate, there arose such a clatter

To eliminate Jesus, in all public matter.

And we spoke not a word, as they took away our faith

Forbidden to speak of salvation and grace



The true Gift of Christmas was exchanged and discarded

The reason for the season, stopped before it started.

So as you celebrate 'Winter Break' under your 'Dream Tree'

Sipping your Starbucks, listen to me.



Choose your words carefully, choose what you say

Shout MERRY CHRISTMAS ,

not Happy Holiday !



 

Please, all Christians join together and

wish everyone you meet

MERRY CHRISTMAS




 
Christ is The Reason' for the Christ-mas Season!

If you agree please forward, if not, simply delete.




 

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

It was 11 days before Christmas

twas' 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38
when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven's gate.
their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air.
they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there.

they were filled with such joy, they didn't know what to say.
they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.
"where are we?" asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse.
"this is heaven." declared a small boy. "we're spending Christmas at God's house."

when what to their wondering eyes did appear,
but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.
He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same.
then He opened His arms and He called them by name.

and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring
those children all flew into the arms of their King
and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,
one small girl turned and looked at Jesus' face.

and as if He could read all the questions she had
He gently whispered to her, "I'll take care of mom and dad."
then He looked down on earth, the world far below
He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe

then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,
"Let My power and presence re-enter this land!"
"may this country be delivered from the hands of fools"
"I'm taking back my nation. I'm taking back my schools!"

then He and the children stood up without a sound.
"come now my children, let me show you around."
excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.
all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.


and i heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,
"in the midst of this darkness, I AM STILL THE LIGHT





This is attributed to: Cameo Smith of Mt. Wolf, Pa.




Monday, December 17, 2012

You may have heard that the Hostess Bakery plants 
shut down due to a workers' strike. 
But you may not have heard how It was split up. 
The State Department hired all the Twinkies, 
the Secret Service hired all the HoHos, 
the generals are sleeping with the Cupcakes
and the voters sent all the Ding Dongs to Congress. 


(sounds like another bail out to me)

Sunday, December 16, 2012

WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS



A little girl stood near a small church from which she had been turned away because it was "too crowded." 


"I can't go to Sunday School," she sobbed to the pastor as he walked by.
 


Seeing her shabby, unkempt appearance, the pastor guessed the reason and, taking her by the hand, took her inside and found a place for her in the Sunday school class. The child was so happy that they found room for her, and she went to bed that night thinking of the children who have no place to worship Jesus.
 


Some two years later, this child lay dead in one of the poor tenement buildings. Her parents called for the kindhearted pastor who had befriended their daughter to handle the final arrangements.
 


As her poor little body was being moved, a worn and crumpled red purse was found which seemed to have been rummaged from some trash dump.
 


Inside was found 57 cents and a note, scribbled in childish handwriting, which read: "This is to help build the little church bigger so more children can go to Sunday School."
 


For two years she had saved for this offering of love.
 


When the pastor tearfully read that note, he knew instantly what he would do. Carrying this note and the cracked, red pocketbook to the pulpit, he told the story of her unselfish love and devotion.
 


He challenged his deacons to get busy and raise enough money for the larger building.
 


But the story does not end there...
 


A newspaper learned of the story and published It. It was read by a wealthy realtor who offered them a parcel of land worth many thousands.
 


When told that the church could not pay so much, he offered to sell it to the little church for 57 cents.
 


Church members made large donations. Checks came from far and wide.  Within five years the little girl's gift had increased to $250, 000.00 --a huge sum for that time (near the turn of the century). Her unselfish love had paid large dividends.



When you are in the city of Philadelphia, look up Temple Baptist Church, with a seating capacity of 3,300. And be sure to visit Temple University, where thousands of students are educated.
 


Have a look, too, at the Good Samaritan Hospital and at a Sunday School building which houses hundreds of beautiful children, built so that no child in the area will ever need to be left outside during Sunday school time.
 


In one of the rooms of this building may be seen the picture of the sweet face of the little girl whose 57 cents, so sacrificially saved, made such remarkable history. Alongside of it is a portrait of her kind pastor, Dr. Russell H. Conwell, author of the book, "Acres of Diamonds".
 


This is a true story, which goes to show
WHAT GOD CAN DO WITH 57 CENTS.


Saturday, December 15, 2012

Interesting Places to See

The Wave in Utah is a landscape of rock eroded into a wave-like formation.
The Jurrasic-age sandstone is approximately 190 million years old.

The Great Blue Hole in Belize is an underwater sinkhole more than 984 feet across and 407 feet deep.

The Badwater salt flats in California is the lowest point in the U.S. at 282 feet below sea level.

The walls of the Puente del Inca natural rock bridge in Argentina
feature bright orange and yellow bacteria mats created by natural sulfur springs.

The sliding stones of Death Valley, Calif., baffle experts.
Some stones slide across a perfectly flat bed despite weighing up to 700 pounds each.

The elephant rock formation in Valley of Fire State Park in Nevada is natural sandstone.

The Moeraki Boulders of New Zealand started forming on the ocean floor and
can now be seen sitting on the shoreline, thanks to centuries of erosion.

Scientists aren't certain why the water in Lake Hillier in Western Australia is pink.

The peculiar pinnacles at Nambung National Park in Western Australia are
natural limestone structures, some more than 15 feet tall.

The Tufa pinnacles stand near Mono Lake in California.
Mono Lake is a closed hydrological basin — water flows into it but doesn't flow out.

Sinkholes — natural depressions —
dot the rainforest in Jaua-Sarisarinama National Park, Venezuela.

Ball's Pyramid, the world's tallest sea stack, is nearly 1,850 feet high.
The formation is near Lord Howe Island, New South Wales, Australia.

Limestone pinnacles dot the landscape of Ankarana National Park, Northern Madagascar.

The crater lake at Crater Lake National Park in Oregon was formed
about 150 years ago by the collapse of the Mount Mazama volcano.

The bizarre pinnacles of limestone rock and eroding fins
 at Bryce Amphitheater in Bryce Canyon National Park, Utah.

The Champagne Pool is a colorful hot spring
in the Waiotapu Geothermal area of New Zealand.

The Beauty Pool at Yellowstone National Park is a hot spring
 with luminous algae and bacteria flourishing, creating a vivid array of colors.