September 30, 2008
Aggghhhh! Someone dial 911, I'm being mauled by a troll!'
'I swear a Big Doberman busted in and just tore the place up....
How to tell when it's time to make your kids sleep in their own bed....
'Ahhh , the fresh, relaxing aroma of feet.......'
'Harlem Globetrotters here I come'
Par-tay, Par-tay, Par-tay!
'Uh, cat? What cat?'
There's no explaining Love.
'Helloooooooo'
Peace
'Hi! Will you be my friends?!'
Mad Skills....
The good thing about working here - If you need assistance smiling, there's always help!
Life is short!
Break the rules!
Forgive quickly! Kiss slowly!
Love truly, Laugh uncontrollably..
And never regret anything that made you smile.
Saint Theresa's Prayer
Saint Theresa's ! PrayerMay today there be peace within. May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be. May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith. May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you. May you be confident knowing you are a child of God. Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love. It is there for each and every one of us.
September 29, 2008
September 22, 2008
With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. Larry LaPrise, the man that wrote 'The Hokie Pokey' died peacefully at the age of 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
Come on. You know it's funny.
Come on. You know it's funny.
Listen to the Bell
There is a field, with two horses in it. From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing... Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind.His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.This alone is amazing. If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.Looking around for the source of the sound,you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell.It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.As you stand and watch these two friends, you'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse, and that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk to where the other horse is, trusting that he will not be led astray. When the horse with the bell returns to the shelter of the barn each evening, it stops occasionally and looks back, making sure that th e blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.Like the owners of these two horses, We are not thrown away just because we are not perfect or because we have problems or challenges. Others are mysteriously brought into our lives to help us when we are in need. Sometimes we are the blind horse being guided by the little ringing bell of those friends who are placed in our lives. Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way.... Good friends are like that... you may not always see them, but you know they are always there. Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours. And remember...be kinder than necessary- everyone you meet is fighting some kind 
of battle. Listening for Your Bell!
of battle. Listening for Your Bell!
September 16, 2008
September 15, 2008
JOHN THE BAPTIST
Matt. 18:4-5 'Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me.' Johnny's Mother looked out the window and noticed him 'playing church' with their cat. He had the cat sitting quietly and he was preaching to it. She smiled and went about her work. A while later she heard loud meowing and hissing and ran back to the open window to see Johnny baptizing the cat in a tub of water. She called out, 'Johnny, stop that!
The cat is afraid of water!'
Johnny looked up at her and said, 'He should have thought about that before he joined my church.'
Enjoy Your Day !!!!!
Matt. 18:4-5 'Therefore, whoever humbles himself like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever welcomes a little child like this in my name welcomes me.' Johnny's Mother looked out the window and noticed him 'playing church' with their cat. He had the cat sitting quietly and he was preaching to it. She smiled and went about her work. A while later she heard loud meowing and hissing and ran back to the open window to see Johnny baptizing the cat in a tub of water. She called out, 'Johnny, stop that!
The cat is afraid of water!'Johnny looked up at her and said, 'He should have thought about that before he joined my church.'
Enjoy Your Day !!!!!
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Recently a volcano that had been dormant for 9,000 years near the coast of Chile erupted spectacularly, hurling liquified metals and lightning many miles into the sky. The results, which you see here, are called a "dirty thunderstorms" and are quite rare. Nobody is certain what causes them, but according to National Geographic it's believed to be "the result of rock fragments, ash, and ice particles in the plume colliding to produce static charges just as ice particles collide to create charge in regular thunderstorms."
September 11, 2008
Embraced Forevermore"
by Jimmy Phillips
As we remember our thoughts of seven years ago sadness still lurks in the solemn shadows below.As those towering inferno's fell to their death the hero's within them drew their last breath. It was a very sad ending to such a beautiful day all of those people had died in such a horrible way. The story's now history as we try to move forwarda hard thing to do when you think of the martyred.As we remembered our thoughts of seven years ago those people who jumped from a sky high window.The ones in the buildings who were trapped by the fire,the ones on the planes who never knew what transpired. Police and firemen who climbed those stairs to rescue anyone who had survived, no matter how few. Their day had just started and little did they know,they were the victims of a cowards evil death blow. In honor of those hero's who went in our placewe will never forget you, you're forevermore embraced by all of the Americans and the whole human race as we try to move forward at a slow steady pace. Each one of you died as a hero on that infamous day, rest assured that your memories will never fade away. In the land of a free democracy and in honor of our brave, we fly Old Glory today and forevermore she'll wave!
September 10, 2008
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken probably more than once and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll fight with your best friend. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty seconds you spend upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back. Don't be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.
September 09, 2008
MOMENTS TO REMEMBER
Have you ever noticed that you do not remember days, you remember moments?A strange story about immortalizing moments comes from the book SPIRITUAL LITERACY (Touchstone Books) by authors Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat. It is about a Brooklyn cigar store manager named Oggie Rand. Oggie has an unusual habit -- at precisely eight o'clock each morning, he photographs the front of the store. Always at exactly the same time and from exactly the same spot. Every morning. Oggie collects his daily snapshots in photograph albums, each labeled by date. He calls his project his "life's work."One day Oggie showed his albums to a friend. He had not told his friend about his unusual hobby. Flipping the pages of the albums, the man noticed in amazement that the pictures were all the same.Oggie watched him skim through the pictures and finally replied, "You'll never get it if you don't slow down, my friend. The pictures are all of the same spot, but each one is different from every other one. The differences are in the detail. In the way people's clothes change according to season and weather. In the way the light hits the street. Some days the corner is almost empty. Other times it is filled with people, bikes, cars and trucks. It's just one little part of the world, but things take place there, too, just like everywhere else."This time Oggie's friend looked more carefully at each picture. No two were alike. Every picture was unique, just as every moment is unique. Through a series of photographs, he became conscious of one of life's great truths -- that each minute that passes is special, even sacred.I'm reminded of something writer Henry Miller said, "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself." And those are the moments we'll remember; the ones for which we stopped everything else long enough to pay close attention.The advice for me is this: to pay as close attention to each moment as I can, as if I were carefully observing a series of snapshots. I would like to take time to study the moments. If I look closely enough, I know I'll see that each is unique. Each is sacred. And each holds a special place in time.I suspect it will be these moments -- not whole days, weeks, months or years -- that I will finally remember. And much of the happiness and joy I will find in life will be because I took care of the moments.--
Steve Goodier
Now you can add your own comments to Life Support.http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/
Have you ever noticed that you do not remember days, you remember moments?A strange story about immortalizing moments comes from the book SPIRITUAL LITERACY (Touchstone Books) by authors Frederic and Mary Ann Brussat. It is about a Brooklyn cigar store manager named Oggie Rand. Oggie has an unusual habit -- at precisely eight o'clock each morning, he photographs the front of the store. Always at exactly the same time and from exactly the same spot. Every morning. Oggie collects his daily snapshots in photograph albums, each labeled by date. He calls his project his "life's work."One day Oggie showed his albums to a friend. He had not told his friend about his unusual hobby. Flipping the pages of the albums, the man noticed in amazement that the pictures were all the same.Oggie watched him skim through the pictures and finally replied, "You'll never get it if you don't slow down, my friend. The pictures are all of the same spot, but each one is different from every other one. The differences are in the detail. In the way people's clothes change according to season and weather. In the way the light hits the street. Some days the corner is almost empty. Other times it is filled with people, bikes, cars and trucks. It's just one little part of the world, but things take place there, too, just like everywhere else."This time Oggie's friend looked more carefully at each picture. No two were alike. Every picture was unique, just as every moment is unique. Through a series of photographs, he became conscious of one of life's great truths -- that each minute that passes is special, even sacred.I'm reminded of something writer Henry Miller said, "The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself." And those are the moments we'll remember; the ones for which we stopped everything else long enough to pay close attention.The advice for me is this: to pay as close attention to each moment as I can, as if I were carefully observing a series of snapshots. I would like to take time to study the moments. If I look closely enough, I know I'll see that each is unique. Each is sacred. And each holds a special place in time.I suspect it will be these moments -- not whole days, weeks, months or years -- that I will finally remember. And much of the happiness and joy I will find in life will be because I took care of the moments.--
Steve Goodier
Now you can add your own comments to Life Support.http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/
PAINTED WITH A DIFFERENT BRUSH
One man who loved the color yellow had yellow carpet, yellowfurniture, yellow drapes, yellow walls and even yellow appliances inhis yellow kitchen. He slept in a yellow bed with yellow covers andwore yellow pajamas. He got sick. You guessed it ... yellow jaundice.He called a doctor who came to his apartment building. The managertold him he'd have no trouble finding the right one. "You just godown the hall and come to a yellow door," he said. "That's the one."In a few moments the doctor was back. The apartment managerasked, "Were you able to help him?"The doctor replied, "Help him! I couldn't even FIND him!"I suppose it's not always a good idea to blend too closely with your surroundings. And that holds true for the way we think and behave, too. We may not always want to be like everyone else around us. I admire those people willing to stand out from the crowd.People like a Miami mother who came to police and spilled out cash and coins totaling $19.53. Her young son added another 85 cents to the little pile. It turns out that, after two days, they were the only people to return money scooped up from an armored truck that toppled on an overpass and rained more than half a million dollars onto the street below. Police said that witnesses reported seeing rush-hour commuters loading money into their cars and driving off while the armored truck employees lay bleeding. Police had pleaded with residents to return the money, but got nothing but laughter until a mother and a boy came in.In a world that seemed to think alike, two people had a different idea. They refused to blend in with those around them. It was as if they were painted with a different brush. "I have children and I needed to set a good example," said the mother of six, who could have used a little extra cash to supplement her low retail store wage.Most people talk about values and what they believe to be right and wrong. But I've noticed that our REAL values can be seen by the way we live. It is the things we do and the choices we make that show what we truly believe.An 11-year-old boy who turned in 85 cents because he felt "it was wrong for me to keep anything" stood out from the crowd. And a mother who wanted to teach her children to do the right thing set an example they will never forget. Like Ruth E. Renkel says, "Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritances."When this Miami mother one day passes away, she will leave her children a rich inheritance. Maybe not a pile of money, but she will leave them an example of a life of integrity and self respect, an example of what it is like to be painted with a different brush. She will leave them something far more important than wealth.If her children inherit her values, anything else is just money.Paint them fortunate.--
Steve Goodier
Now you can add your own comments to Life Support.http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/
One man who loved the color yellow had yellow carpet, yellowfurniture, yellow drapes, yellow walls and even yellow appliances inhis yellow kitchen. He slept in a yellow bed with yellow covers andwore yellow pajamas. He got sick. You guessed it ... yellow jaundice.He called a doctor who came to his apartment building. The managertold him he'd have no trouble finding the right one. "You just godown the hall and come to a yellow door," he said. "That's the one."In a few moments the doctor was back. The apartment managerasked, "Were you able to help him?"The doctor replied, "Help him! I couldn't even FIND him!"I suppose it's not always a good idea to blend too closely with your surroundings. And that holds true for the way we think and behave, too. We may not always want to be like everyone else around us. I admire those people willing to stand out from the crowd.People like a Miami mother who came to police and spilled out cash and coins totaling $19.53. Her young son added another 85 cents to the little pile. It turns out that, after two days, they were the only people to return money scooped up from an armored truck that toppled on an overpass and rained more than half a million dollars onto the street below. Police said that witnesses reported seeing rush-hour commuters loading money into their cars and driving off while the armored truck employees lay bleeding. Police had pleaded with residents to return the money, but got nothing but laughter until a mother and a boy came in.In a world that seemed to think alike, two people had a different idea. They refused to blend in with those around them. It was as if they were painted with a different brush. "I have children and I needed to set a good example," said the mother of six, who could have used a little extra cash to supplement her low retail store wage.Most people talk about values and what they believe to be right and wrong. But I've noticed that our REAL values can be seen by the way we live. It is the things we do and the choices we make that show what we truly believe.An 11-year-old boy who turned in 85 cents because he felt "it was wrong for me to keep anything" stood out from the crowd. And a mother who wanted to teach her children to do the right thing set an example they will never forget. Like Ruth E. Renkel says, "Sometimes the poorest man leaves his children the richest inheritances."When this Miami mother one day passes away, she will leave her children a rich inheritance. Maybe not a pile of money, but she will leave them an example of a life of integrity and self respect, an example of what it is like to be painted with a different brush. She will leave them something far more important than wealth.If her children inherit her values, anything else is just money.Paint them fortunate.--
Steve Goodier
Now you can add your own comments to Life Support.http://stevegoodier.blogspot.com/
September 08, 2008
Let us not ever forget just how important Jesus is in our lives.
HE ARRIVED THIS MORNING, WE HAD PRAYER, SPENT SOME TIME JUST TALKING, HELD ME FOR AWHILE , AND THEN, HE WAS ON HIS WAY TO YOUR PLACE. When he gets to your PC, escort him to the next stop. Please don't allow him to sleep on your PC. The message he is carrying is very important and needs to go round. May God bless you as you do this - AMEN! Walking for Jesus! Say a prayer, then pass him on to bless others. Our assignment is to love and spread the gospel throughout the world. Have a blessed day and touch somebody's life today! I just did. He's walking around the world - via e-mail!!
September 05, 2008
September 04, 2008
An older, tired-looking dog wandered into my yard; I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home and was well taken care of. He calmly came over to me, I gave him a few pats on his head; he then followed me into my house, slowly walked down the hall, curled up in the corner and fell asleep. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out.The next day he was back, greeted me in my yard, walked inside and resumed his spot in the hall and again slept for about an hour. This continued off and on for several weeks. Curious I pinned a note to his collar: 'I would like to find out who the owner of this wonderful sweet dog is and ask if you are aware that almost every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap.' The next day he arrived for his nap, with a different note pinned to his collar: 'He lives in a home with 6 children, 2 under the age of 3 - he's trying to catch up on his sleep. Can I come with him tomorrow?'
K-9 Congressional Medal of Honor Winner
The dog above is Brutus, a military K9 member stationed at a US military base. He's huge - part Boxer and part British Bull Mastiff and tops the scales at 200 lbs. Brutus is running toward me because: a) I am his handler; and, b) he knows I have some Milk Bone treats, so he's slobbering away! I had to duck around a tree just before he got to me in case he couldn't stop, but he did. Last year, Brutus won the Congressional Medal of Honor from his tour in Iraq. I along with four other soldiers were taken hostage by insurgents. Brutus and I communicate by sign language, and I gave Brutus the signal that meant 'go away but come back and find me'. At the time, the Iraqis paid no attention to Brutus. Later on Brutus came back and quietly tore the throat out of one guard at one door and another guard at the other door. He then jumped against one of the doors repeatedly until it opened because our soldiers were being held in an old warehouse. Brutus went in and untied my hands so that I could then untie everyone else so we all could escape. Brutus is the first K9 to receive this prestigious honor. Brutus is the kind of dog that if he knows you're doing okay, then he just wants to sit around in your lap; otherwise, anything goes! Brutus also enjoys the company of cats.
A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS.........
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.
THANK HEAVEN FOR PETS!!!
The dog above is Brutus, a military K9 member stationed at a US military base. He's huge - part Boxer and part British Bull Mastiff and tops the scales at 200 lbs. Brutus is running toward me because: a) I am his handler; and, b) he knows I have some Milk Bone treats, so he's slobbering away! I had to duck around a tree just before he got to me in case he couldn't stop, but he did. Last year, Brutus won the Congressional Medal of Honor from his tour in Iraq. I along with four other soldiers were taken hostage by insurgents. Brutus and I communicate by sign language, and I gave Brutus the signal that meant 'go away but come back and find me'. At the time, the Iraqis paid no attention to Brutus. Later on Brutus came back and quietly tore the throat out of one guard at one door and another guard at the other door. He then jumped against one of the doors repeatedly until it opened because our soldiers were being held in an old warehouse. Brutus went in and untied my hands so that I could then untie everyone else so we all could escape. Brutus is the first K9 to receive this prestigious honor. Brutus is the kind of dog that if he knows you're doing okay, then he just wants to sit around in your lap; otherwise, anything goes! Brutus also enjoys the company of cats.
A PET'S TEN COMMANDMENTS.........
1. My life is likely to last 10-15 years. Any separation from you is likely to be painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
3. Place your trust in me. It is crucial for my well-being.
4. Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment, but I have only you.
5. Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I do understand your voice when speaking to me.
6. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget it.
7. Before you hit me, before you strike me, remember that I could hurt you, and yet, I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I have been in the sun too long, or my heart might be getting old or weak.
9. Please take care of me when I grow old. You too, will grow old.
10. On the ultimate difficult journey, go with me please. Never say you can't bear to watch. Don't make me face this alone. Everything is easier for me if you are there, because I love you so.
THANK HEAVEN FOR PETS!!!
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