This is beautiful!! The 12'x40'painting will be displayed in a Dallas museum.
This is a must see video. It is definitely a blessing.
http://downloads.cbn.com/cbnplayer/cbnPlayer.swf?s=/vod/MW131v2_WS
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
OVER 50 GENERATION
This is for the over 50 generation: (my apologies to those under 50)
I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.
I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my
wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating" You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused
but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
I thought about the 30 year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a Blackberry that played music, took videos, pictures and communicated with Facebook and Twitter.
I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my
wife as everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. Seems I have to take my hearing aid out to use it and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dash board, but the lady inside was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating" You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then when I would make a right turn instead, it was not good.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused
but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Free hugs
http://www.freehugscampaign.org/
In the deepest depths of you and me
Lies the love and wisdom
Of all Eternity
In the deepest depths of you and me
Lies the love and wisdom
Of all Eternity
Monday, July 26, 2010
Talking with Jesus
About once a week, when I am troubled or confused, I find comfort in sitting in my back yard and having a cold beer along with a quiet conversation with Jesus. This happened to me on Thursday after a particularly difficult day.
I said 'Jesus, why do I work so hard?' And I heard the reply: 'Men find many ways to demonstrate the love they have for their family. You work hard to have a peaceful, beautiful place for your friends and family to gather.'
I said: 'I thought that money was the root of all evil.' And the reply was: 'No, the LOVE of money is the root of all evil. Money is a tool; it can be used for good or bad'.
I was starting to feel better, but I still had that one burning question, so I asked it. 'Jesus,' I said, 'What is the meaning of life? Why am I here?'
Jesus replied,' That is a question many men ask. The answer is in your heart and is different for everyone. I would love to chat with you some more, SeƱor, but now, I have to finish your lawn.'
I said 'Jesus, why do I work so hard?' And I heard the reply: 'Men find many ways to demonstrate the love they have for their family. You work hard to have a peaceful, beautiful place for your friends and family to gather.'
I said: 'I thought that money was the root of all evil.' And the reply was: 'No, the LOVE of money is the root of all evil. Money is a tool; it can be used for good or bad'.
I was starting to feel better, but I still had that one burning question, so I asked it. 'Jesus,' I said, 'What is the meaning of life? Why am I here?'
Jesus replied,' That is a question many men ask. The answer is in your heart and is different for everyone. I would love to chat with you some more, SeƱor, but now, I have to finish your lawn.'
Thursday, July 22, 2010
MIND OF A CHILD
A little girl walked to and from school daily.
Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to school.
As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with lightning.
The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school. She also feared the electrical storm might harm her child.
Full of concern, the mother got into her car and quickly drove along the route to her child's school.
As she did, she saw her little girl walking along.
At each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up, and smile.
More lighting followed quickly and with each, the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother drew up beside the child, she lowered the window and called, "What are you doing?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty because God keeps taking my picture."
May God bless you today and every day as you face the storms that come your way!
Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to school.
As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with lightning.
The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school. She also feared the electrical storm might harm her child.
Full of concern, the mother got into her car and quickly drove along the route to her child's school.
As she did, she saw her little girl walking along.
At each flash of lightning, the child would stop, look up, and smile.
More lighting followed quickly and with each, the little girl would look at the streak of light and smile.
When the mother drew up beside the child, she lowered the window and called, "What are you doing?"
The child answered, "I am trying to look pretty because God keeps taking my picture."
May God bless you today and every day as you face the storms that come your way!
Friday, July 16, 2010
JUST A THOUGHT
The fact that an opinion has been widely held is no evidence whatever that it is not utterly absurd; indeed in view of the silliness of the majority of mankind, a widespread belief is more likely to be foolish than sensible.
- Bertrand Russell
- Bertrand Russell
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The Magical Bank - food for thought
Something To Think About!
Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:
Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400.00 in your private account
for your use. However, this prize had rules, just as any game has
certain rules.
The first set of rules would be:
Everything that you didn't spend during each day would be taken away
from you.
You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may
only spend it.
Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another
$86,400.00 for that day.
The second set of rules:
The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, It's
over, the game is over! It can close the account and you will not
receive a new one.
What would you personally do? You would buy anything and everything
you wanted, right?
Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love, right? Even
for people you don't know, because you couldn't possibly spend it all
on yourself, right? You would try to spend every cent, and use it all,
right?
ACTUALLY, this GAME is REALITY!
Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank. We just can't seem
to see it.
The MAGICAL BANK is TIME!
Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and
when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us.
What we haven't lived up that day is forever lost. Yesterday is forever
gone. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve
your account at anytime....WITHOUT WARNING.
SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds? Aren't they worth so
much more than the same amount in dollars?
Think about that, and always think of this:
Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker
than you think. So take care of yourself, and enjoy life!
Imagine that you had won the following prize in a contest:
Each morning your bank would deposit $86,400.00 in your private account
for your use. However, this prize had rules, just as any game has
certain rules.
The first set of rules would be:
Everything that you didn't spend during each day would be taken away
from you.
You may not simply transfer money into some other account. You may
only spend it.
Each morning upon awakening, the bank opens your account with another
$86,400.00 for that day.
The second set of rules:
The bank can end the game without warning; at any time it can say, It's
over, the game is over! It can close the account and you will not
receive a new one.
What would you personally do? You would buy anything and everything
you wanted, right?
Not only for yourself, but for all the people you love, right? Even
for people you don't know, because you couldn't possibly spend it all
on yourself, right? You would try to spend every cent, and use it all,
right?
ACTUALLY, this GAME is REALITY!
Each of us is in possession of such a magical bank. We just can't seem
to see it.
The MAGICAL BANK is TIME!
Each morning we awaken to receive 86,400 seconds as a gift of life, and
when we go to sleep at night, any remaining time is NOT credited to us.
What we haven't lived up that day is forever lost. Yesterday is forever
gone. Each morning the account is refilled, but the bank can dissolve
your account at anytime....WITHOUT WARNING.
SO, what will YOU do with your 86,400 seconds? Aren't they worth so
much more than the same amount in dollars?
Think about that, and always think of this:
Enjoy every second of your life, because time races by so much quicker
than you think. So take care of yourself, and enjoy life!
Monday, July 5, 2010
What Love means
+
>to a 4-8 year old . .
>
>Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it.
>
>Touching words
>from the mouth of babes.
>
>
>A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds
>,
>
>'What does love mean?'
>
>The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined
>
>See what you think:
>
>
>
>
>'When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails
>anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got
>arthritis too. That's love...'
>
>Rebecca- age 8
>
>
>
>'When someone loves you , the way they say your name is different.
>You just know that your name is safe in their mouth....'
>
>Billy - age 4
>
>
>
>'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they
>go out and smell each other.'
>
>Karl - age 5
>
>
>
>'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without
>making them give you any of theirs.'
>
>Chrissy - age 6
>
>
>
>'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'
>
>Terri - age 4
>
>
>
>'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving
>it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.'
>
>Danny - age 7
>
>
>
>'Love is when you kiss all the time.. Then when you get tired of kissing , you
>still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.
>They look gross when they kiss'
>
>Emily - age 8
>
>
>
>'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents
>and listen.'
>
>Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
>
>
>
>'If you want to learn to love better , you should start with a friend who you
>hate , '
>
>Nikka - age 6
>(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
>
>
>
>'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt , then he wears it everyday.'
>
>Noelle - age 7
>
>
>
>'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even
>after they know each other so well.'
>
>Tommy - age 6
>
>
>
>'During my piano recital , I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all
>the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
>
>He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'
>
>Cindy - age 8
>
>
>
>'My mommy loves me more than anybody
>You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'
>
>Clare - age 6
>
>
>
>'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'
>
>Elaine-age 5
>
>
>
>'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer
>than Robert Redford.'
>
>Chris - age 7
>
>
>
>'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'
>
>Mary Ann - age 4
>
>
>
>'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and
>has to go out and buy new ones.'
>
>Lauren - age 4
>
>
>
>'When you love somebody , your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come
>out of you.' (what an image)
>
>Karen - age 7
>
>
>
>'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'
>
>Mark - age 6
>
>
>
>'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it
>, you should say it a lot. People forget.'
>
>Jessica - age 8
>And the final one
>
>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.
>
>When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor , the little boy said
>,
>
>'Nothing , I just helped him cry'
>
>
>
>When there is nothing left but God , that is when you find out that God is all
>you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following
>small prayer for the person who sent you this.
>
>Heavenly Father
>, please bless all my friends in whatever it is that You know they may be needing
>this day! And may their life be full of Your peace , prosperity and power as he/she
>seeks to have a closer relationship with You. Amen.
>
>Then send it on to five other people , Within hours you caused a multitude
>of people to pray for other people. Then sit back and watch the power of God work
>in your life.
>
>P. S. Five is good , but more is better.
>God Bless You!
>
>to a 4-8 year old . .
>
>Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it.
>
>Touching words
>from the mouth of babes.
>
>
>A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds
>,
>
>'What does love mean?'
>
>The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined
>
>See what you think:
>
>
>
>
>'When my grandmother got arthritis , she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails
>anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time , even when his hands got
>arthritis too. That's love...'
>
>Rebecca- age 8
>
>
>
>'When someone loves you , the way they say your name is different.
>You just know that your name is safe in their mouth....'
>
>Billy - age 4
>
>
>
>'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they
>go out and smell each other.'
>
>Karl - age 5
>
>
>
>'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without
>making them give you any of theirs.'
>
>Chrissy - age 6
>
>
>
>'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.'
>
>Terri - age 4
>
>
>
>'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving
>it to him , to make sure the taste is OK.'
>
>Danny - age 7
>
>
>
>'Love is when you kiss all the time.. Then when you get tired of kissing , you
>still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.
>They look gross when they kiss'
>
>Emily - age 8
>
>
>
>'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents
>and listen.'
>
>Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
>
>
>
>'If you want to learn to love better , you should start with a friend who you
>hate , '
>
>Nikka - age 6
>(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
>
>
>
>'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt , then he wears it everyday.'
>
>Noelle - age 7
>
>
>
>'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even
>after they know each other so well.'
>
>Tommy - age 6
>
>
>
>'During my piano recital , I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all
>the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.
>
>He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.'
>
>Cindy - age 8
>
>
>
>'My mommy loves me more than anybody
>You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.'
>
>Clare - age 6
>
>
>
>'Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.'
>
>Elaine-age 5
>
>
>
>'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer
>than Robert Redford.'
>
>Chris - age 7
>
>
>
>'Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.'
>
>Mary Ann - age 4
>
>
>
>'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and
>has to go out and buy new ones.'
>
>Lauren - age 4
>
>
>
>'When you love somebody , your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come
>out of you.' (what an image)
>
>Karen - age 7
>
>
>
>'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.'
>
>Mark - age 6
>
>
>
>'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it
>, you should say it a lot. People forget.'
>
>Jessica - age 8
>And the final one
>
>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.
>
>When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor , the little boy said
>,
>
>'Nothing , I just helped him cry'
>
>
>
>When there is nothing left but God , that is when you find out that God is all
>you need. Take 60 seconds and give this a shot! All you do is simply say the following
>small prayer for the person who sent you this.
>
>Heavenly Father
>, please bless all my friends in whatever it is that You know they may be needing
>this day! And may their life be full of Your peace , prosperity and power as he/she
>seeks to have a closer relationship with You. Amen.
>
>Then send it on to five other people , Within hours you caused a multitude
>of people to pray for other people. Then sit back and watch the power of God work
>in your life.
>
>P. S. Five is good , but more is better.
>God Bless You!
>
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