tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-332126682024-02-21T16:30:48.391+02:00sweet treats from life is a buffetA collection of insipational, humorous, and thought provoking trivia.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-70774185875639668422008-07-20T08:56:00.008+02:002008-07-20T09:13:42.347+02:00His Lion’s Face in the Mirror<span style="font-family:arial;">While driving to work the other day, the morning radio show were asking listeners to phone in with their stories if they had ever been mistaken for celebrities.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Caller after caller recounted how someone had thought they looked like this or that celebrity and each had a humorous tale to tell.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Then one man phoned in. His perception of the subject really made an impact.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Instead of saying, “Well people say I look like André Agassi…”, he boldly began his story with, “A lot of people say that André Agassi looks a lot like me”!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I’m sure you’ve seen this picture of the kitten looking at the lion’s face in the mirror<em>…“What matters most is how you see yourself.” </em></span><br /><br /><em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaa95lA9emXNB701iRvt6ZtR1v2sQgwEul6Dp4m6Rk9raE46cAJgdeMp2LBc4vPHe2Q3UgogJ_1AjJud8T0ZRXGTvXwWpYEBrHzSpjRNJOnEvNWVH9YrQ96bAntdCCyvved8P7/s1600-h/kittenlionmirror.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224987104096752770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaa95lA9emXNB701iRvt6ZtR1v2sQgwEul6Dp4m6Rk9raE46cAJgdeMp2LBc4vPHe2Q3UgogJ_1AjJud8T0ZRXGTvXwWpYEBrHzSpjRNJOnEvNWVH9YrQ96bAntdCCyvved8P7/s320/kittenlionmirror.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></em><span style="font-family:arial;">Well, hearing this man on the radio, this kitten’s image immediately sprung to mind. This man is a perfect example of the message in motion!<br /><em></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(unfortunately I don’t know where the pic originated - it’s been around on the net a long time - so apologies for not crediting the source…)</span></em></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-12387234482815745852007-11-27T20:42:00.000+02:002007-11-27T21:02:10.832+02:00"They" Stole My Body<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">- by Di Mollink</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">A secret government agency stole my body. I am not sure when this happened, but this morning I had looked in the mirror and a stranger’s body was attached to my head. How could this have happened without me knowing? They must have used a ray gun or memory wand to wipe out any recollection of the operation that they did.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;">You think I am talking complete rubbish, don’t you? I have proof. You can see the lines on my neck where the surgical laser decapitated my head. Look real closely. Oh, you can see them from there? Good, now you know that I am telling the truth. They must have removed my head in layers because there are several of those lines.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Let me show you my clothes. You will believe me then. I open my closet. Oh my, these guys are really clever. They have cleaned out my closet and put someone else’s clothes in there. That’s the way they work you know? Try and make you think that you are losing your mind. I am a sane and rational person: I would have remembered buying these tents. I check the labels. Size sixteen?! There is not a chance. I search frantically for my real clothes. Ah, wait a minute, there’s something.<br />Crumpled up in the corner of my closet is a pair of my real jeans. Perhaps I put them there by accident when tidying up last week. I wonder why they look so dusty, as if they have been there for years. Fortunately the men from the agency missed them when they emptied my cupboard. Size ten – definitely my jeans.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I slide a foot in. It requires a pair of scissors to take it out again. You see! This is not my body. My real body used to slide into those jeans like a second skin and the zip would close without me having to give up breathing for life. It’s a conspiracy!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Staring at this stranger’s body, I resolve to find out everything I can about this agency. I will track the culprits down. When I find them, I will organise a rally. Together with all the other ladies that have had their bodies surgically replaced without their permission, we will picket outside their head office. We will string up our Triple XL granny panties on poles and flap them in their faces. Of course with so many hefties protesting, I hope for their sake that the pavement is reinforced steel. Serves them right if it is not. I must just remind my fellow victims to have those flags freshly laundered.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">On second thoughts – maybe not.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I am going to torture them until they give me the name of the wench whose body they gave me. I can just see her out there, strutting around in that svelte slinky body that belongs to me. The sheer nerve of it. She is going to get all her body parts back - bovine bosom, flabby stomach and bowling-ball bottom - that are determined to make an intimate acquaintance with my feet. She had better return my clothes too.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">After agonising minutes of research and sleuthing I have finally discovered the name of the secret agency that stole my body. I waddle to the address that I have managed to track down at great personal risk to myself. The bare-faced arrogance and brazenness of it. They are not even ashamed. A bold, neon flashing sign at the entrance - declaring – for all to see:<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>L.I.F.E.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">================</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><strong>Di Mollink</strong> has embarked on the interesting journey of discovering the applications of Faith and Truth in everyday life. She has a teaching degree, is an accomplished entrepreneur and has become a regular contributor to the principles and practices of <a href="http://www.lifeisabuffet.co.za/">Life is a Buffet - Help Yourself, Empower Others</a>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-23594721781557473212007-11-14T09:51:00.000+02:002007-11-14T12:47:13.890+02:00Laugh For Life - Add a Dose of Humor to Your Day<span style="font-family:arial;"><em>It's no secret that humor can relieve any situation. This article by Mary Hanawalt is proof of that...</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">===================================</span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Laugh For Life - Add a Dose of Humor to Your Day<br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;">By Mary Hanawalt</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">I recently learned a valuable lesson about the role of humor in my life. My college-student stepdaughter called me the other day, and said she had been given an assignment in her psychology class to write a paper. She had the option of writing about the affect of stress upon mental health, or about the affect of humor upon mental health. For some odd reason, she wanted my advice as to which one to choose, and how to research it. I immediately recommended doing the paper on humor, since it sounded like it would be a lot more fun than stress. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">A quick search on the internet for "humor and health" showed that there has been an immense amount of research done on this subject. Now this didn't really surprise me. I have intuitively known since I was a child that a good laugh makes me feel good (and often puts a smile on the face of others in the vicinity), and must therefore be good for me. What surprised me was how until that moment, I had trivialized the impact of humor on my life, and on the lives of those I care about. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">With this sudden epiphany, I vowed I would change. I decided to start giving humor the priority it deserved. I began to pursue humor with a vengeance. I doubled the number of practical jokes I play on my husband and children. I started actually reading the jokes emailed to me by friends. I perused numerous internet articles about the impact a good sense of humor can have on both our bodies and our souls. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">N</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ow don't get me wrong - " I have a long way to go down the path of humor enlightenment. I realized this just yesterday, as I stood in a slow-moving line at the grocery store. You know, the express line where you get behind the senior citizen who has way more than 15 items, and plans to write a check, who is behind the guy who forgot his swipe card, who is behind the lady who needs ten rainchecks. So there I am, evenly grinding the enamel off of my teeth, my temperature literally rising, muttering "hurry up" under my breath. Suddenly, a flash of realization struck me. I needed an attitude adjustment immediately, and humor was the key. I knew that the feel-good sensation from a good laugh could save me from melting into an angry puddle of froth. I looked around me at the rest of the cranky shoppers, and thought "Gee, this must be what it feels like to be a cow". </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">That is when I emitted my first "Moo". Admittedly, it was weak, and caused a flush of embarrassment to crawl up my cheeks. The surrounding shoppers peered around, looking at anything but me. Thankfully, though, I am persistent. My second "Moo" had much more clarity. I actually caused myself to snicker. The big breakthrough came when the lady in front of me turned around. She had an enormous grin on her face. "Moo" she said, causing an eruptive guffaw from the guy behind me. His subsequent "Moo" carried to the line at the next register. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">The chain of moo's continued from line to line, and died off only after meeting the physical barrier of the produce section. The giggles, murmured jokes, rolling eyes, and grins lasted quite a bit longer. Needless to say, I walked out of that store with a smile on my face, regardless of the fact that I had been a victim of the express line from hell. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Granted, that was just one small life experience, but it proved that humor can save us from our own foul moods if given the chance. It also proved that humor is infectious. Just like a yawn, it can carry from one individual to the next. So get out there and laugh! Try to introduce a little humor into the next stressful situation you are in, and just see what happens. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Remember to add a dose of humor to each and every day. Laugh for life! </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">=====================================<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">About the author:<br /></span></strong></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Mary Hanawalt has a website at </span><a href="http://mothers-of-mirth.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">http://mothers-of-mirth.com</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> that is dedicated to women with a sense of humor. It is also intended for women who don't yet have a sense of humor, but need one. There are some great gift items available for those special women in your life. Please stop in for a look-around, or if you have any original poems or songs or stories of a silly nature to share.</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">=====================================<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Source: </span></span><a href="http://www.goarticles.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">www.goarticles.com</span></a></p><p>=====================================<br /></p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"><strong>On Parenting:<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><a href="http://www.lifeisabuffet.co.za/recommends/parenting_toolbox"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132615622596864498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" height="91" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAKzW1B-jw1H5zN5SqpGlZrIYRaoyz_qHdVmLn3w-Oa5k5AdA0bcOeHBLPKzfXkfES02Z68tayRI5Ug6KF5u6GYIeI5YJoIZ7n47MKj_Pp7xTac7DflW7vy1I3uTNvo1Ez33cT/s400/ptpanic.gif" width="187" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"><a href="http://www.lifeisabuffet.co.za/recommends/parenting_toolbox" target="_top">Don't push the panic button. Get help Now.<br />3000 Power Parenting Tools to Build the Family of your DREAMS!</a></span><br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.lifeisabuffet.co.za/recommends/raising_children_guide"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132620746492848642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="191" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGRrtbyWwgCR4GH2b-FzCfRkcRGasUWv3CwIfPXsAjYE_4PvpupaLnwO4damNqnB67YtLZdx1M5SlfATHWjhcsmE9u0KGqKwhcMyiQ-uasNRDjWI5D6Ne7unLGyo4_AASoXh-a/s320/modernguide-kids-small_ebook_3d.jpg" width="76" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><a href="http://www.lifeisabuffet.co.za/recommends/raising_children_guide">The Modern Guide to Raising Children: Make your life easier - Make their life easier. All you need to become a better parent.</a></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.lifeisabuffet.co.za/recommends/raising_teenagers_guide"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="355" alt="" src="http://www.articleyes.com/teenageparenting/Bilder/cover_3d_small.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><a href="http://www.lifeisabuffet.co.za/recommends/raising_teenagers_guide"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Having a teenager in the house doesn't have to be a nightmare!<br />Learn How To Raise a Well Behaved Fun Loving Teenager with<br />Teenage Parenting 101</span><br /></a></strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-81322179335658384522007-10-24T10:39:00.000+02:002007-10-24T10:44:43.866+02:00To Realize...<span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of a sister<br />Ask someone<br />Who doesn't have one. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of ten years:<br />Ask a newly<br />Divorced couple. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of four years:<br />Ask a graduate. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of one year:<br />Ask a student who<br />Has failed a final exam. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of nine months:<br />Ask a mother who gave birth to a still born. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of one month:<br />Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of one week:<br />Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of one hour:<br />Ask the lovers who are waiting to Meet. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of one minute:<br />Ask a person<br />Who has missed the train, bus or plane. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of one-second:<br />Ask a person<br />Who has survived an accident. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize<br />The value of one millisecond:<br />Ask the person who has won a silver medal in the Olympics. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">To realize the value of a friend:<br />Lose one. </span><p><span style="font-family:arial;">Time waits for no one.<br />Treasure every moment you have.<br />You will treasure it even more when<br />you can share it with someone special.</span> <p><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>The origin of this letter is unknown,<br />But it brings good to everyone who passes it on.</em></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-72765329915173497952007-10-19T08:33:00.001+02:002007-10-19T08:39:30.454+02:00Uppers (not tablets)<span style="font-family:arial;">Here are a few simple things to consider that are sure to make you feel<br />good. Think about them one at a time BEFORE going on to the next one...<br />Just thinking about them DOES MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD. Can you add to the list? </span><br /><ul><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Falling in love.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Laughing so hard your face hurts.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">A hot shower.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">No lines at the supermarket.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">A special glance.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Getting mail.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Taking a drive on a pretty road.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Hearing your favorite song on the radio.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla or strawberry!)</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">A bubble bath.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Giggling.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">A good conversation.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">The beach.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Laughing at yourself.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Midnight phone calls that last for hours.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Running through sprinklers.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Laughing at an inside joke.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Friends.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Making new friends or spending time with old ones.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Playing with a new puppy.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Having someone play with your hair.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Sweet dreams.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Hot chocolate.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Road trips with friends.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Swinging on swings.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Making eye contact with a cute stranger.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Making chocolate chip cookies.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Having your friends send you homemade cookies.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Holding hands with someone you care about.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Watching the sun rise.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Knowing that somebody misses you.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:arial;">Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.</span></li></ul>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-1158050371810990502006-09-12T10:39:00.000+02:002007-10-12T13:41:30.833+02:00The Truth about Hugs!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/1600/hugs03.0.jpg"><span style="color:#666666;"><img style="WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="158" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/320/hugs03.0.jpg" width="83" border="0" /></span></a><strong>There's no such thing as a bad hug, only good ones and great ones</span></span></strong><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;" ><strong><br /></strong></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br /></span></span><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;" >hugs are:</span><span style="BACKGROUND: white;color:#ff6600;" ><br /></span><span style="color:#666666;"><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;" ><strong>non-fattening and they don't cause cancer or cavities..</strong></span></span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">hugs are:</span><br /></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;" ><strong>all natural with no preservatives, artificial ingredients or pesticide residue...</strong></span></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;color:#666666;" ><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">hugs are:<br /></span></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;" ><strong>cholesterol-free, naturally sweet, 100% wholesome and they are a completely renewable resource...<br /></strong></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">hugs are:</span><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white">Easy to care for, they don't require batteries, tune-ups, or x-</span></span><em><i><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%"> r</span></i></em></span></strong></span><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>ays...</strong><br /></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">hugs are:<br /></span></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;" ><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>non-taxable, fully returnable and energy efficient...</strong><br /></span></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">hugs are:</span><br /></span></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;" ><strong>safe in all kinds of weather...<br /></strong></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br /></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;" ><strong>In fact,<br /></strong></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;color:#666666;" ><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">hugs are:</span><br /></strong></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;" ><strong>especially good for cold and rainy days and<br /></strong></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;color:#666666;" ><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">hugs are:</span><br /></strong></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;color:#666666;" ><strong>exceptionally effective in treating problems like bad dreams or Monday blues...</strong><br /></span></span><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white"><br /></span></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em><span family="SCRIPT"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;font-family:lucida grande;" ><strong>Never wait until tomorrow to hug someone you could hug today,<br />because when you give one, you get one right back your way!</strong> </span></span><br /></em></span><a family="SCRIPT" style="color:#0066cc;"><a family="SCRIPT" style="color:#0066cc;"><span family="SCRIPT" style="color:black;"><span style="BACKGROUND: white;color:black;" ></a></span></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/1600/hugs03.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/320/hugs02.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-1157914415996444592006-09-10T20:53:00.000+02:002006-09-10T20:58:17.253+02:00Caring Children (02)<p class="mobile-post"></p><p class="mobile-post"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><em>Remember the contest for the most caring child? Here's another entry:</em></span></p><p class="mobile-post"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Teacher Debbie Moon's first graders were discussing a picture of a family. One little boy in the picture had a different color hair than the other family members. One child suggested that he was adopted. A little girl said, "I know all about adoptions because I was adopted." "What does it mean to be adopted?" asked another child. </span></p><p class="mobile-post"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"It means," said the girl, "that you grew in your mommy's heart instead of her tummy."</span></p><p class="mobile-post"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"><em>[aahh... :) ]</em></span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-1157543266836305832006-09-06T13:47:00.000+02:002006-09-06T13:51:18.786+02:00Toddlers' Property Law<div class="Section1"><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">If I like it, it's mine</span><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">If it's in my hand, it's mine.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">If I can take it from you, it's mine.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">If it's mine it must never appear in any way to be yours.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">If it looks like mine, it's mine.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">If I saw it first,it's mine.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">If you are playing with it and you put it down,</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;">It automatically becomes mine.</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>If it's broken, it's yours.</strong></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Anon.<o:p></o:p></em></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:navy;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"></p></div></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-1157010874675867712006-08-31T09:54:00.000+02:002006-09-01T08:44:46.530+02:00Wise Words...(01)<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/1600/dove.2.jpg"><strong><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/200/dove.jpg" border="0" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong><div class="Section1"><p style="MARGIN-BOTTOM: 12pt"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"><span style="font-family:'Courier New';"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Accept that some days you're the pigeon,<br />and some days you're the statue!<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="color:navy;"><span style="color:navy;"></p></div></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-1156923633330578982006-08-30T09:40:00.000+02:002006-08-30T09:42:29.046+02:00Caring Children (01)<p class="mobile-post"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Kids author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.<br /></em><br />The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.</span></p><p class="mobile-post"><span style="font-family:verdana;">When his mother asked him what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry."</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-1156434699729859132006-08-24T17:51:00.000+02:002006-08-30T09:44:34.570+02:00A thought for the Day - Inner Strength<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can start the day without caffeine,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can get going without pep pills,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can always be cheerful,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ignoring aches and pains,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can resist complaining and<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">boring people with your troubles,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can eat the same food every<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">day and be grateful for it,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can understand when your loved<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">ones are too busy to give you any time,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can overlook it when those you love<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">take it out on you when, through no fault<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">of yours, something goes wrong,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can take criticism and<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">blame without resentment,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can ignore a friend's limited<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">education and never correct him,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can resist treating a rich friend<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">better than a poor friend,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can face the world<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">without lies and deceit,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can conquer tension<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">without medical help,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can relax without liquor,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:verdana;">....Then The Odds Are<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:verdana;">You Must Be ....<o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/1600/dog.3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/320/dog.3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:verdana;">The Family Dog!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33212668.post-1156333569633974042006-08-23T13:46:00.000+02:002006-08-23T14:44:05.986+02:00You're Going to Love this Page!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/1600/dramamasks.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8065/3561/320/dramamasks.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="Section1"><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Instead of always forwarding single e-mails to *<b><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">selected</span></b>* individuals, the great e-mails I receive will be posted here on this page. </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This page is intended to reflect humour, inspiration and thought provoking material, suited for All Ages! All non-relevant stuff will be omitted and still sent via the usual channels!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This page archives all posts, so if you need to catch up or find any good stuff - you'll find it here!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">If you see a post that you’ve enjoyed, please send it on to a friend – use the little envelope icon at the bottom of the post.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Thanks for visiting – and remember, bookmark this page, I suspect it’s going to be one of your favourites!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Be back soon!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">-c-<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com