May 4, 2008 | 9:47 PM
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http://www.animaxinteractive.com/banana/Games/tictacto
e.htmlThis is pretty cool. You must have some knowledge or just good choice picking skills.....
Apr 29, 2008 | 8:50 PM
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MOTHERS and MOMS
>
> This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in
> their arms, wiping up barf laced with Oscar Mayer wieners and cherry
> Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."
>
> Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies
> who can't be comforted.
>
> This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their
> hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
>
> For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween
> costumes.
> And all the mothers who DON'T.
>
> This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And
> the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
>
> This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on
> their refrigerator doors.
>
> And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at
> football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their
> cars.
> And that when their kids asked, "Did you see me, Mom?" they
could say,
> "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and mean
it.
>
> This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store
> and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice
> cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead,
> but realize how child abuse happens.
>
> This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and
> explained all about making babies. And for all the (grand)mothers who
> wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
>
> This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.
>
> For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for
a year.
> And then read it again, "Just one more time."
>
> This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their
> shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted
> for Velcro instead.
>
> This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their
> daughters to sink a jump shot.
>
> This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little
> voice calls "Mom?"
> in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home
>
> -- or even away at college -- or have their own families.
>
> This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach
> aches, assuring them they'd be just FINE once they got there, only to
> get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick
> them up. Right away.
>
> This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the
> words to reach them.
> For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14
> year olds dye their hair green.
>
> For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the
> mothers of those who did the shooting.
>
> For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of
> their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school,
> safely.
>
> This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful,
> and now pray they come home safely from a war.
>
> What makes a good mother anyway?
> Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?
> The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt,
> all at the same time?
>
> Or is it in her heart?
> Is it the ache she feels when she watches her son or daughter disappear
> down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
>
> The jolt that takes her from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at
> 2 A.M. to put her hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
>
> The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 A.M. when she just wants
> to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in her home?
>
> Or the need to flee from wherever she is and hug her child when she
> hears news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
>
> The emotions of motherhood are
> universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through
> diaper changes and sleep deprivation...
> And for mature mothers learning to let go.
>
> For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
>
> Single mothers and married mothers.
>
> Mothers with money, mothers without.
>
> This is for you all. For all of us...
>
> Hang in there. In the end we can
> only do the best we can. Tell them every day that we love them.
> And pray and never stop being a mother...
Apr 24, 2008 | 2:14 PM
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LOOK INSIDE
Apr 24, 2008 | 2:02 PM
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Apr 24, 2008 | 1:46 PM
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Apr 24, 2008 | 1:19 PM
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This is kind of long but really cool.
My biological age is 32
Virtual age is 18.4
Average Life Expectancy 74
My Life Expectancy 87.6
I can live approximately 20,300 more days
Today I am 11, 722 days old.....http://www.peterrussell.com/Odds/RealAge.php
Apr 24, 2008 | 1:09 PM
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My
Parents Drugged Me.
GOD
BLESS THE PARENTS WHO DRUGGED US..
The other day, someone at a store in our
town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the
adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question.
"Why didn't we have
a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I replied I had a drug
problem when I was young:
- I
was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and
funerals.
- I
was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
- I
was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults.
- I
was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought
home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher
or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that
was asked of me.
- I
was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I
uttered a profanity.
- I
was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and cocklebur's out
of dad's fields.
- I
was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor
soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some
firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip
for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those
drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say,
or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's
children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
God
bless the parents who drugged us. AMEN!
Apr 23, 2008 | 9:31 PM
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Does this look like a cat to you?
Apr 22, 2008 | 7:51 PM
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Apr 22, 2008 | 7:42 PM
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http://www.nwcn.com/sharedcontent/features/flash/quake
/during.htmlMan, I hope nobody is around me when there is an earthquake....I got 4 out of 10 correct, a measley 40%
Apr 22, 2008 | 9:54 AM
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All women should
live so long as to be this kind of old
lady!
Toward the end of Sunday service,
the Minister asked, 'How many of you have forgiven your
enemies?'
80% held up their
hands.
The Minister then repeated his
question.
All responded this time, except one small elderly
lady.
'Mrs. Neely?'; 'Are you not willing to forgive your
enemies?'
I don't have any.' She replied, smiling
sweetly.
'Mrs. Neely, that is very unusual. How old are
you?'
'Ninety-eight.'
she replied.
'Oh, Mrs. Neely, would you please come down in front &
tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years & not have an enemy in
the world?'
The little sweetheart old lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation and said
:
"I outlived the Bit#%es"
Apr 22, 2008 | 9:37 AM
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Apr 22, 2008 | 9:26 AM
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The Most Beautiful Rainbow
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.
Live simply.
Love generously.
Care deeply. Speak kindly.
Leave the rest to God.
Apr 21, 2008 | 10:01 PM
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Apr 21, 2008 | 11:12 AM
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A married couple in their early 60s was celebrating their 35th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant
Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table saying,
'For being such an
exemplary married couple and for being loving to each other for all
this time, I will grant you each a wish.'
'Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband,' said the wife.
The fairy waved her magic wand and - poof two tickets for the Queen Mary II appeared in her hands
The husband thought
for a moment and said, 'Well, this is all very romantic, but an
opportunity like this will never come again. I'm sorry my love, but my
wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me.'
The wife, and the fairy, were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish.
So the fairy waved her magic wand and - poof ..
The husband became 92 years old.
The moral of this story:
Men who are ungrateful bastards should remember...
Fairies are female
