Friday, November 30, 2007
I'll nominate all my homeschooled blogging buddies and the homeschooling moms!
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Thursday, November 22, 2007
A woman had four sons, each a year apart. They graduated from high school one after the other, and they entered and graduated from collage one after the other. All four were very successful in their careers, and their mother was extremely proud.
The years flew by, the four better better off as each year passed. One holiday season, they decided to give their mother a present. She wasn't getting any younger, they knew, so it couldn't be just any present. They gathered together to decide their presents.
The first son said, "I know just what to give her. Mom always had that small apartment to live in, so I'll build her a mansion! Two floors plus an attic and a decent yard; that ought to please her."
The others agreed. That was a marvelous gift, mother would surely be living in luxury.
The second son declared, "Mom was always going to the movie rental, and she loves music. I know what I'll do, I'll get her a massive entertainment system. Complete with quality surround sound, flat screens, and fifty comfortable seats!"
The others liked that idea too.
The third had to think a little harder, the first twosome's ideas being grand and all. Finally he snapped his fingers. "I know! Mom's got this really old and rusty car, so I'll get her a 2007 Mercedes-Benz S-Class S550. She won't have to walk a mile to the store any longer."
The others nodded, no more work for Mom.
Lastly, they turned to the youngest. He thought, and he thought, but he couldn't match the other's gifts. "Give me a week, I'll find something."
They waited a week while the youngest searched for the perfect present for Mom.
They gathered yet again, and this time the youngest had a gift in hand.
"I asked a preacher, 'cause Mom always reads the Bible," The others nodded at this, Mom sure loved each word in that book, "So I found a parrot that memorized the entire Bible. You give him a chapter and verse, and he'll tell it to you. Cost me 20,000 dollars a month for 20 years to buy him from the parish, but Mom's worth it!"
The others grinned, and when the time was right, they presented their gifts to mother.
Months past, and each received a letter, it was from Mom.
The first son's letter said, "Dear son, thank you for the enormous house. I only live in one room. I have to clean the rest of it. Thank you anyway, Mom."
The second son's letter read, "Dear son, thank you for your gift, but I can't hear too well, and my eyes can't see very far. There are fifty seats here in this entertainment room, but all my friends are dead and gone! Thank you anyway, Mom."
The third son's letter wrote, "Dear son, your gift is lovely, but I can no longer drive, and all my meals and groceries are delivered. Don't worry, it's still a nice car. Thank you anyway, Mom."
Finally the last son's letter said, "Dear son, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, thank you for your gift! It was so wonderful. I couldn't imagine a better one, so thank you. The chicken was delicious! Thanks, Mom."
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You, too? Thought I was the only one."-C.S. Lewis
But friendship is precious, not only in the shade, but in the sunshine of life; and thanks to a benevolent arrangement of things, the greater part of life is sunshine.
A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Another very, very big mahalo to Kaila, from whom the nomination came!!
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I now nominate five others! (you can nominate more than 5)
- Aunty Esther
- One of my friend's whose blog is under construction...
- and Cookie, my friend who just started a blog!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Birds trust completely in their masters (or mistresses).
They trust that they'll be fed everyday without fail, and even trust him enough to eat out of the master's hand.
They know toys will be provided, any master could see their little friends need playthings!
They know shelter and warmth will be given, a warm bird is a very happy bird.
Birds are extremely faithful, once master has proven true, none can take his place.
Birds are fine with their master rearranging their perches' positions, change keeps them alert.
Newspapers for lovebirds are essential, a master knows, birds need to build too!
Though master needs to trim flight feathers, the little one understands, it's a big world outside master's walls, he just doesn't want a feathered friend lost.
Water is always there without fail for a bird, and the bird knows it; bathtime or soup?
Lastly, a bird knows his master will love him without fail, even though bites come or mistakes occur, birds relent because master will always forgive.
Friday, November 9, 2007
If I am not [(in the state of grace)], may God put me there; and if I am, may God so keep me.
What is more, let anyone laugh and taunt if he so wishes. I am not keeping silent, nor am I hiding the signs and wonders that were shown to me by the Lord many years before they happened, [he] who knew everything, even before the beginning of time.
It is love alone that gives worth to all things.
Walk in the way of the Lord with simplicity and do not torment your spirit. You must hate your defects, but with a quiet hate, not troublesome and restless.
Music is the exaltation of the mind derived from things eternal, bursting forth in sound.
Apart from the cross there is no other ladder by which we may get to heaven.
Our Lord needs from us neither great deeds nor profound thoughts. Neither intelligence nor talents. He cherishes simplicity.
Go forth in peace, for you have followed the good road. Go forth without fear, for he who created you has made you holy, has always protected you, and loves you as a mother. Blessed be you, my God, for having created me.
Here are a couple - um, three from my Aunt's email:
Focusing on the dot, move your head toward the screen, then back.
This one won't really work here...
Confusing....but thank God for brains!
Just three lovely pictures of Saint Therese found on Patron Saint's Index
It always amazes me how she remembers events of her life. She recalled in her book stories of her younger self in nearly full detail! I wonder if she's the patron saint of memory...