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Al Moak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!We Brits invented English  lol.
But some of it we find hard to understand ourselves lol

My T stuck and lost the post.  (No Lee not my cup of tea!)

Janet your timing for posting the story was impeckable as is usual.

Lee when do we get more clues for the Hymn?  I am anxious!

JOHN DON'T HIT THE ROAD TOO HARD . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . THAT WOULD HURT!

Welcome to all the newcomers!!!

Hi Everyone-just thought I'd drop in and say hello--Ive been busy the last few days and trying to get some things done that Ive needed to accomplish lately--Im off to the grocery store and to buy Lindsey a guinia pig lol..Hope you all have a blessed day!
Hugs
Rachelle

Sonja ~ Thank you. I am doing okay. I don't have any pets of my own, but I will have Bubba the cat (that is so fat he waddles down my hall) in February for the month. Etta Sue doesn't take Ali anywhere, she doesn't like riding in a car very well. Etta Sue is talking like I can take care of her while Ivalou,Marg, Betty and her are in Hawaii next summer, but I don't know if she will ride over here or not. Maybe her brother will take care of Ali. I will cross that bridge when I come to it. Thanks for the kiss on the cheek.

Marilyn ~ Thanks. I am not lurking on purpose. I will be back someday.

Papa John ~ Thank you. I am always glad to see your posts. I do lurk a lot and read your posts then.

Karma ~ Don't get too use too it. I will lurk more than write. Keeps me out of trouble that way. ...............
I am not desensitized by you and Nards words and I don't believe anyone else is either. If that is the cause non of us would be here. We would all do well too remember that we don't see eye to eye, but are willing to learn. I lurk a lot, but I learn too!

Brother Jerry, wonderful to see you lurking,
take good care of yourself now. here?

 Chris and Margit ~ Thank you. It has been a long time and it will be a long time, but I will be lurking so watch what ya say. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!

Hi Everyone...

Just had a little visit down to Larry and Diane.  I haven't been in to see Larry at all as he doesn't want to see anyone but at least I can visit with Diane and get her mind off what is happening.


Chris has send some cute photos for our newest challenge so I'm going to get them posted too.  And hopefully, Lee will be back in here with a hymn to guess!


Thanks Karma for your words.  It's difficult sometimes on the internet.  Being a host on SeniorNet since 1996, I can tell you that this has been a terrible problem on that site.  People get hurt and then later on we find out that what they read wasn't meant to hurt but it was teasing or joking or even a term or slogan used in another country that is derogatory in our own country.  We've dealt with all kinds of these types of situations over the years.

It's too bad that we can't show a photo of our big grinning face as we type sometimes, isn't it?  then we could maybe communicate better.   Let's just do a lot of praying one for the other and hopefully that will help.  

Karma and Nards, I just don't know what we would have done without you during the time that we suddenly all became "orphans" overnight and you gave us a home where we could meet and talk and pray while I built this site called Christian Photographers.  Thanks so much for that.  You really showed your true Christian character back then.

Jerry, it's so good to see your posts.  I've been praying daily for you.  You've come a long way, bro!  I'm so happy.  I remember Jack recuperating from his strokes.  They were in a different part of the brain from yours so none of his limbs were involved long term but oh, his short term memory surely was affected.  

Well, this is a sad day for me seeing my friend Larry go down hill so quickly and so I won't post more right now but I'm going to go and get Chris's photos ready to post.  I'm so far behind in many of the tasks that I do behind the scenes.  Hopefully, I'll get caught up soon.

I feel a hymn coming on...

 

OK Pat what about "What a Friend"?

That was Lena's favourite too

I sent this to some of you  but I was asked to post it here for all to read.

Does God Care About Lost Dogs?
> > By Marion Bond West
> > The bitter cold weather had forced the large red dog to curl into a
> > tighter ball, tucking his nose under his big, muddy feet. Old Red lived
> > outside Larry's Barber Shop, sleeping on a small scrap of carpeting. The
> > mongrel dog had panted through a hot summer, watching hopefully as the
> > children came out of the small grocery store that adjoined the barber
> > shop. Many shared their treats with him. On Valentine's Day, someone
left
> > a handful of candy hearts on Old Red's carpet.
> > Old Red once had a buddy - a scrawny black dog. Constant companions,
they
> > slept curled together. During a cold spell the smaller dog disappeared.
> > Old Red mourned his friend by keeping his usually wagging tail
> > motionless. As friends stooped to pat him, Old Red wouldn't even look
up.
> > Someone dumped a puppy out one day, and Old Red immediately adopted him.
> > He followed the puppy around like a mother hen. During the cold nights,
> > Old Red shared his carpet with the frisky puppy, letting him sleep
> > against the wall. Old Red slept on the cold outside.
> > Soon that puppy disappeared too, and the old dog was alone again.
> > I would have taken him home in a minute. Any homeless dog or cat could
> > win my instant friendship - all it took was one hopeful look. But my
> > husband had explained time and again that we simply could not take in
> > stray animals. I knew he was right, but sometimes my heart forgot. With
> > great determination I tried to steel myself against looking into the
eyes
> > of any stray, hungry dog or cat. Old Red never looked hungry, though, so
> > I decided it was all right to form a relationship with him.
> > One day I found out by accident from the barber's wife that her husband
> > was feeding the dog daily. "He won't even buy cheap food," she laughed.
> > "He buys the most expensive there is."
> > I stopped by the barber shop to tell Larry how grateful I was that he
was
> > feeding the dog. He brushed aside my thanks and insisted the dog meant
> > nothing to him. "I'm thinking of having him taken off," Larry mumbled
> > gruffly.
> > He didn't fool me a bit.
> > During a snowstorm Old Red disappeared. I haunted the barber shop.
> > "Larry, where can he be?" I'd ask.
> > "I'm glad he's gone. He was a bother, and it was getting expensive
> > feeding him." Larry continued to cut a customer's hair, not looking at
> > me.
> > Later, his wife told me that Larry had driven for miles looking for the
> > dog.
> > On the third day the dog reappeared. I ran to him and patted his head.
> > The big, dirty tail didn't flop once. He didn't even raise his head. I
> > felt his nose: hot and dry. Bursting into the barber shop, I hollered,
> > "Larry, Old Red's sick!"
> > Larry continued cutting a customer's hair. "I know. Won't eat."
> > "Where do you think he's been?"
> > "I can't prove it, but I think someone at the shopping center complained
> > and he was hauled off. Did you see his feet? Looks like he's been
walking
> > for days to get back."
> > I lowered my voice. "Let him inside, Larry."
> > The customers seemed to be enjoying our conversation.
> > "I can't do that. This is a place of business."
> > I left the shop, and for hours I tried to get someone involved in
helping
> > Old Red. The Humane Society said they'd take the dog, but they were an
> > hour's drive across Atlanta, and I had no idea how to get there. Anyway,
> > no one would adopt a sick dog, and they'd put him to sleep. A vet I
> > phoned said right away that he didn't take charity cases. The police,
> > fire department, and manager of the shopping center could offer no help.
> > None of my friends were interested.
> > I knew I was about to bring Old Red home despite my husband's rules
about
> > strays. I hadn't brought an animal home in a long time.
> > As I fixed supper that night I said very little. My husband finally
asked
> > grimly, "Do you want me to go look at that dog with you?" Translated,
> > this meant: "I'll get involved a little bit. But we cannot keep the
dog."
> > I ran to the attic and got a large box and a blanket. Grabbing some
> > aspirin and an antibiotic one of the children had been taking, then
> > warming some milk, I finally announced, "I'm ready." We piled our four
> > children in the car and started for the shopping center. Snow covered
the
> > ground. 'Hold on, Old Red. We're coming.'
> > As we entered the shopping center, all my hopes faded. He was gone. "Oh,
> > he's gone off to die," I moaned. We drove around and looked and called,
> > but the dog didn't come.
> > The next day I took the boys in for a haircut. Old Red was back! But he
> > looked worse than ever. After feeling his hot nose, I ran into the
barber
> > shop. "Larry, the dog is going to die right in front of your shop."
> > Larry liked to tease me - even about this. He didn't look up. "Think
he's
> > already dead. Haven't seen him move all morning."
> > "Larry," I screamed, "you've got to do something!"
> > I left the barber shop with a heavy heart. It took all my willpower not
> > to put Old Red in our car. He seemed resigned to his fate. I was almost
> > in tears. One of my twins kept asking me something as we sat in our car.
> > He repeated his question for the third time.
> > "Does God care about lost dogs, Mama?"
> > I knew I had to answer Jeremy even though God seemed far away. I felt a
> > little guilty, too, because I never thought about bothering God with
> > this. "Yes, Jeremy, God cares about all his creatures." I was afraid of
> > his next question.
> > "Then let's ask him to make Old Red well. Can we do that, Mama?"
> > "Of course, Jeremy," I answered, somewhat exasperated. What else could I
> > say to a five-year-old?
> > Jeremy bowed his head, folded his hands, shut his eyes and said, "God, I
> > want to ask you to make Old Red well again. And please . . . send a
> > little boy to love him. Amen."
> > Jeremy waited patiently for my prayer. I felt like explaining to him
that
> > animals were suffering everywhere. But I prayed, "Dear Lord, thank You
> > for caring about all Your creatures. Please send someone to care about
> > Old Red. Please hurry."
> > Jon added his prayer to ours, and I backed out of the parking place. I
> > was crying now, but Jeremy and Jon didn't seem to notice. Jeremy let
down
> > the window and called out cheerfully, "Bye, Old Red. You're gonna be
> > okay. Someone's coming to get you."
> > The tired old dog raised his head slightly as we drove off.
> > Two days later Larry called. "Guess what?" he said.
> > I was afraid to ask.
> > "Your dog's well."
> > "What . . . how . . ."
> > There was unmistakable excitement in Larry's voice. "Yesterday a vet
came
> > in to have his hair cut, and I asked him to take a look at the dog -
> > 'cause you were about to drive me crazy. He gave Old Red a shot, and
he's
> > all well."
> > Weeks passed, and Old Red continued to live outside the barber shop. I
> > sometimes wondered if he ever noticed the dogs that came to the stores
> > with families. Dogs often leaned out of car windows and barked at Old
> > Red, or just looked at him. Old Red didn't pay any attention.
> > Jeremy continued to talk about the someone whom God would send to love
> > Old Red.
> > One day we rode by the barber shop and Old Red was gone. I went in and
> > asked Larry where he was.
> > Larry started grinning as soon as I
> > came in. "Strangest thing happened yesterday. This lady brought her
> > little boy in for a haircut. I didn't know them. New in this area. She
> > asked about the dog. Her little boy had a fit over him. When I told her
> > he didn't belong to anyone, she took him home with her."
> > "Larry, don't tease me."
> > "I'm not teasing. I'll give you her telephone number. I got it. She was
> > going to take the dog to the vet for shots and a bath. Man, you should
> > have seen Old Red sitting up in the front seat of that Buick. If I
didn't
> > know better, I'd say he was grinning. Happiest dog I've ever seen."
> > I walked out of the barber shop quickly. I didn't want Larry to see me
> > crying.
> > Reprinted by permission of Marion Bond West © 1997 from A 5th Portion of
> > Chicken Soup for the Soul by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen. In
> > order to protect the rights of the copyright holder, no portion of this
> > publication may be reproduced without prior written consent. All rights
> > reserved.

We are so glad to have you with us. Come on in grab a cup of coffee or tea and join the conversation.[/b]

Welcome Bamabelle - please come back and post!...Tell us about what all is going on in your life!

This afternoon I took my car in to the dealers to have it washed (this is a service Toyota provides for the owners).  While in line, I had my foot on the brake., and it slipped off...you guessed it...I hit the car in front!!.  No damage at all to my car, BUT the imprint of my license is on the other guy's car.  I was just "sick" about it.  The gentleman was so nice., now I'm waiting to see what the damage will cost me to have it fixed.  His car was brand new also!

I'll see how "nice" the man is when he gives me the estimate

Oh Judy

That is too bad.  Don't let it keep you awake tonight, leave it in Jesus' hands and let him work.

I am so sorry this happened.  Hey on an up not there was no damage to your car! ! ! ! !

It has been a good day here in sunny Cambridge.  I had the pleasure of rescuing my husband who had locked himself out of his car at work....lol.  

After that, I decided to take my 15 yr old neice on a tour of Guelph, to some of the places that mean the most to me.  She came with me to unlock Jon's car.  I showed her where I used to live, just up the street from Aunt Pat, and the schools Jon and I went to.  I also stopped by my hairdressers home to set an appointment to get my hair cut on Friday afternoon, and asked him if he was able to do something special to my neice's hair.  (she has nappi hair, and he has never done anything with it.)  Then I took her by the home of my dear best friend who went home to be with our Lord almost 6 years ago.  I still miss her, but I don't cry about it as often as I used to.  Then we came home to Cambridge.  We got back here at 4:45, and Kristalyn went to her room to prepare to go to a hockey game with her boyfriend as her mom and sister got ready to go out to the Santa Clause parade, which was to begin at 6.  

I had never been to a night time parade before, and I was as excited as Chantelle was.  (She is 10)  The parade was amazing.  I guess I am still a little girl at heart.  I said to Suzanne, my sister in law, that I go to the Santa Clause parade to see all the transport trucks that pull the floats.  I saw an absolutely beautiful one, and if I had the opportunity to see the cab of this one I would have been in my glory, it was a double extended cab, and I can imagine that it was completely equiped with a shower, toilet and kitchen facilities, on top of the usual bunk for sleeping.  

I saw a day cab from the company that my dad used to work at.  The driver looked familiar, however I didn't mention to him who I was related to, so I will never really know if I had met him before or not.

After the parade, I came home, picked up my neice and took her to the arena to see the hockey game with her boyfriend and a couple of girlfriends with their boyfriends.  

All in all it was a busy but very interesting day.  I feel like my day was totally fulfilled!  LOL

Time for me to go, and spend some time with Jon, before he goes off to bed.  This is his weekend to work.  

Take care everyone.

Love
Heather

Heather, what is "nappi" hair?  That's a new one for me.

Nappi hair is "black" hair.  Her mom is white, and her dad is black.  She inherited the black hair.

The term was new to me too when I met her a year ago.  She is such a beautiful person, and I love spending time with her.

Ah!  thanks for the explanation.

[shadow=brown, right]Suzanne!!
    and
BAMABELLE!![/shadow]

Sonja ~ Thanks for the fishes for Ali.  I don't think she has seen a fish.  Or a mouse...other than this one by the keyboard.  But she likes birdies!!!!

This is an evening that I was going to go to bed early.  I haven't felt up to par all day today.  Then I started on PSP...and you know the rest of the story!  The above Welcome is a PSP lesson!  

Time to call it a night so I can get some rest and get to church tomorrow.

I pray everyone has a fantastic Lord's Day!!!

Good night all!!!

Well I am still up.   Melaura cannot sleep AGAIN.  soooooo I sit up with her as she reads or watches Doc on TV.

We had the septic pumped tonight.  The gentleman who does this is so accomodating.  We have become friends, he now knows Jake and Bruno.  As long as there is no bushy beard or touque Jake is ok.  Now if you have a bushy beard he goes snakey.... Just ask my neighbour down the road.  As Don drove his beat up pickup (with no windshield) down the road, Jake went after him, Don is afraid of Jake and thought Jake was going to jump into the truck and get him.  Was a funny thing to see.

We are having Lord's Supper tomorrow.  We are singing some new hymns.  I understand the reasoning but in the one they are taking out all the Thee's and Thou's. I find this disturbing.  Oh well I voiced ny objection and they can take it up for advisement.  I was weened on the old English, I love the old wording, and the thee's and thou's give God Majesty.  I will get off my soap box.

All the snow we have is supposed to go this week. Woohoo!  it is to rain later in the week and that will clear the snow out.  You will never hear me complain any other season, but I do complain about the cold.

Well going to see if I can encourage Melaura to go to bed.

I may be back

Love Judy

I am so glad to have found a Christian place to go and read. I have been looking in from work (I work nights during the week). One of your "New Every Morning" post was on "fear not" last week and it really spoke to my heart.

HI Suzanne?  Are you working right now?  Glad to see you posting.!  

I'm just stopping by to say good night, so

GOOD NIGHT!!

Hi Suzanne...

I'm so glad you've posted.  Many register and then don't post.

I know that we're all looking forward to getting to know you better.

I'm from Canada--Ontario about 1 1/2 hours from Niagara Falls.

Where are you from?

Nighty night, Janet.  Have sweet dreams!  

WELCOME, SUZANNE!!  Do come and tell us where you live, and whatever you would like to tell us about your family, etc.

I'm Janet, and I live in SW Kansas.  I look forward to getting to know you!

Hi Suzanne!  Hope you enjoy your time here at CP!

I'm in Western NC>

I didn't realize this but I can swat my pop ups.  I swatted my pagebuilder pop up and that is why I couldn't get onto my site.  

Suzanne~I am from the Wonderful Wyoming!