Tuesday, January 15, 2008
next to each other outside the operating room-------the first
surgeries of the day.
The first kid leans over and asks, "What are you in
The second kid says, "I'm in here to get my tonsils out
and I'm a little nervous."
The first kid says, "You've got nothing to worry about.
I had that done when I was four. They put you to sleep, and
when you wake up they give you lots of Jell-O and ice cream.
It's a breeze."
The second kid then asks, "What are you here for?"
The first kid says, "A circumcision."
Whoa!" the second kid replies. "Good luck buddy. I
had that done when I was born. Couldn't walk for a year."
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Today, our grand daughter is 13 years old!
We watched her being born and held her when she was minutes old.
Now, we hold her in our hearts....13 years later!
She has grown up to be a beautiful, caring and loving person.
I am priviledged to be called....
Her Grand Mother!
I love you, Jordan!
HAPPY 13TH BIRTHDAY!
Sunday, September 16, 2007
4 YEARS OF AGE Y My Mommy can do anything!
8 YEARS OF AGE Y My Mom knows a lot! A whole lot!
12 YEARS OF AGE Y My Mother doesn't really know quite everything.
14 YEARS OF AGE Y Naturally, Mother doesn't know that, either!
16 YEARS OF AGE Y Mother? She's hopelessly old-fashioned.
18 YEARS OF AGE Y That old woman? She's way out of date!
25 YEARS OF AGE Y Well, she might know a little bit about it.
35 YEARS OF AGE Y Before we decide, let's get Mom's opinion.
45 YEARS OF AGE Y
65 YEARS OF GE Y Wish I could talk it over with Mom. . .
Monday, April 23, 2007
Someday when my children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates a parent,
I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me:
I loved you enough to ask where you were going,
with whom, and what time you would be home.
I loved you enough to be silent and let you
discover that your new best friend was a creep.
I loved you enough to stand over you for
two hours while you cleaned your room,
a job that should have taken 15 minutes.
I loved you enough to let you see anger,
disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must
learn that their parents aren't perfect.
I loved you enough to let you assume the
responsibility for your actions even when the
penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.
But most of all, I loved you enough to say
NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all.
I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too.
And someday when your children are old enough to
understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.
Was your Mom mean?
I know mine was.
We had the meanest mother in the whole world!
While other kids ate candy for breakfast,
we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.
When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch,
we had to eat sandwiches.
And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was
different from what other kids had, too.
Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times.
You'd think we were convicts in a prison.
She had to know who our friends were
and what we were doing with them.
She insisted that if we said we
would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.
We were ashamed to admit it,
but she had the nerve to break
the Child Labor Laws by making us work.
We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs.
I think she would lie awake at night
thinking of more things for us to do.
She always insisted on us telling the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
By the time we were teenagers,
she could read our minds
and had eyes in the back of her head.
Then, life was really tough!
Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk
the horn when they drove up
They had to come up to the door
so she could meet them.
While everyone else could date
when they were 12 or 13,
Because of our mother we missed out
on lots of things other kids experienced.
None of us have ever
been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's
property or ever arrested for any crime.
It was all her fault.
Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults.
We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.
I think that is what's wrong with the world today.
It just doesn't have enough mean moms!
Friday, February 23, 2007
Children's views on angels:
I only know the names of two angels: Hark and Harold.
Everybody's got it all wrong. Angels don't wear halos anymore. I forget
why, but scientists are working on it.
It's not easy to become an angel! First, you die. Then you go to heaven,
then there's still the flight training to go through. And then you got to
agree to wear those angel clothes.
Angels work for God and watch over kids when God has to go do something
My guardian angel helps me with math, but he's not much good for science.
Angels don't eat, but they drink milk from holy cows.
Angels talk all the way while they're flying you up to heaven. The basic
message is where you went wrong before you got dead.
When an angel gets mad, he takes a deep breath and counts to ten. And when
he lets out his breath, somewhere there's a tornado.
Angels have a lot to do and they keep very busy. If you lose a tooth, an
angel comes in through your window and leaves money under your pillow.
Then when it gets cold, angels go north for the winter.
Angels live in cloud houses made by God and his son, who's a very good
Jared , 8
All angels are girls because they gotta wear dresses and boys didn't go for it.
My angel is my grandma who died last year. She got a big head start on
helping me while she was still down here on earth.
Some of the angels are in charge of helping heal sick animals and pets. And
if they don't make the animals get better, they help the kid get over it.
What I don't get about angels is why, when someone is in love, they shoot
arrows at them.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
A woman told this story to me the other day about her grand daughter.
She had given her grand daughter $10.00 and taken her to the dollar store to buy gifts for her family.
On the way home, the little girl started to cry because she had forgotten to buy the most Important gift of all, she said.
The grandmother asked her what gift she forget to buy? The little girl replied, big fuzzy, warm boots.
Big boots, the grandmother said as they turned around to go back to the dollar store!
Why in the world would you want to buy big boots and who are they for?
The little girl said; Grandma, every time I see Jesus in a picture, he has on sandals.
I want to get him big warm fuzzy boots for his birthday so his feet won't get cold.
It's mighty cold in December!